Let’s get into a little Kink of the Week! On the subject of marks and why we love them. Anybody and e’erybody who’s come to my blog on any given Sunday knows I like to be spanked. I’d say it’s something I talk about every other post, but that’s not quite true. Nearly though. Because …
Oh! I wanted to do F4T prompt on intimacy and my current thoughts dovetailed a bit. Here we go! So I’m making the deep dive back into… not dating. More finding someone to spank me (more regularly than I get with the other gent I meet with) and have some interaction that makes me feel …
I feel a bit like I couldn’t get a handle on this. It’s been months since I’ve done a Sinful Sunday and I feel that in how difficult it was to take a picture and remember to crop and resize and make it fit the blog. I couldn’t get my head around it. I debated …
I’m trying my damndest to get back into the habit of writing at least once a week. I have active blogs (one non kink, one kink, and one writing), I’m managing to update none with any regularity. My non kink one hasn’t been updated since June at least even though I’ve had tons of ideas …
Sometimes, you don’t know how to deal with things as you’re going through them. When it’s not your relationship directly that’s tumultuous, but you see and feel everything, it can be hard and take a toll. Do you know what doesn’t get talked about often enough? Being the third in a triad when the primary …
I’ve always been a girl who loved a bit of body modification. I got my first tattoo just after I graduated college. I was 21 at the time and my mother wouldn’t talk to me for 2 days after that. Hard when I still lived with her at the time and raised questions about how …
Is this an inadvertent entry into Mrs Fever’s September Song Project? It fits so I writes. The song lyric comes from DMX’s song called Party Up. I happened to hear it this morning while I was putting in miles on the treadmill. The lyric itself follows these particular verses. And I don’t know who the …
He lifted her on to the counter, parting her thighs so her dress bunched up to her waist. His hum at her naked cunt made goosebumps race down her skin. “Open.” She parted her lips, allowing his middle and ring fingers to slide along her tongue. Licking at the digits, she closed around them and …
Based off of this photo prompt. A mix of fantasy/horror/gory/non-con elements. – She kept away from the basement during the winter because the cold drove the worst of them indoors. Terrible beasts. Carnivorous creatures that haunted the woods. The nightmares always started right before they began to appear below. This year’s nightmares had begun earlier …
It never abates. Their stories whirl through my head like cards in a rolodex. Snippets of their thoughts, images of their exploits, enter my mind. Usually I only hear the first bit and then ignore the rest. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky An older man is bicycling along the highway. He bikes to keep himself …