I struggle with my hairy body. My ethnicity means my hair is coarse, thicker, and abundant/obvious. I struggle with not feeling comfortable showing my armpits when I’ve gone longer than two days shaving, or my legs with the stubble gets past a certain point. I am hairy. I get it on my inner thighs, this …
Trying to get my brain reordered so I can write other things. – It’s a packed train. You look convinced that I can’t tell it’s you touching me. The slide of your fingertips along the seem of my tight skirt is so fleeting, surely I can’t tell. I know it’s you. I turn my head, …
I’ve mentioned in the past old stories I’ve written that few have seen. I’m trying to work on writing more non-fiction/regular pieces, but fiction has always felt safe to me. Here’s something old to enjoy in the meantime. – “Give me that ass.” He slapped her flank hard, sending a bolt of pain flashing across …
This is going to be a jumbly mess, but I’m going to try to express my thoughts. I struggle sometimes with love. That’s not accurate. It’s more I struggle with my understanding of people’s desire to be around me. I don’t always get why people miss me or are excited when I come back to …
I’m difficult to bruise. I’ve enjoyed being spanked for the last 5 or 6 years, but it’s very difficult to show bruises on my bottom. It could be related to my age, my skin color, how padded my bottom is, or that few men have the patience to get under my skin and dedicate the …
Deep Breath *inhale* Aaah It’s done. The questions, anticipation, excitement has all found an outlet. This is where I start the beginning processes for digesting what I’ve learned. I say only the beginning because learning takes times. So let me just give my knee jerk lessons. 1. I’m Happy One of the things I was …
Uncooperative creativity. Play with River Monsters while I wrestle with my muse. – The sun had set hours ago, going from that orange glow to dusky pink to black in what felt like seconds. Nerves were just about to get the better of her. Ris had debated the smartness of this for hours and as …
Esa crossed her legs and straightened her skirt. Her smile was demure, but the look in her eyes was cold. “You have to understand.” She stopped to take a sip of her drink, her lipstick leaving a light pink print on the rim. “I’ll tolerate a lot from you, but some things cross the line.” …
“Fecking ‘ell, Nora. You’re brutal.” Nora rolled her eyes and adjusted the brass knuckles she’d palmed. Heath was as weak as a wet noodle when it came to getting anything heavy done. She ignored his rambling and considered the instruments available to her. The weight of the brass in her hand felt good so she …
One, two, three – Marie couldn’t seem to get her head to focus. Her ass was awash with heat from being spanked and she ached between her thighs. The play of his fingers along her wetness made her squirm closer. “Such a sweet little thing. You liked that I hurt you and made you cry.” …