I want a spanking. Like one that leaves me floaty and happy and teary and spaced. No, that’s not what this post is about. It’s about love and dating, and… okay maybe a little bit about how badly I need a spanking. (Stop me if you’ve heard this before) Before I met DomSigns and we …
My fantasies twist and turn, but always rise up the same way. The things I ignore, but deep down I want so badly. It reoccurs, in my dreams and the things I read and the things I crave at night. It’s always the same. Face buried on the pillow, the scent of the hair product …
“What a perfect sacrifice.” Her voice startles Patri out of his meditation. Goosebumps dance along his skin as phantom fingertips brush his naked thigh. The chamber was empty, but he knew… “Mistress.” The word leaves him in a croak. He was prepared for this, but no amount of preparation could stave off the nerves at …
I’ve posted a closer shot of this photo not long ago, but let’s give a bit more of a view, shall we?
“Fucking traffic.” The red lights ahead did not bode well for her getting to her scheduled stop on time. Picking up her phone, she shot him a text. Stuck in traffic. Again. 😑 The bubbles danced in the text box before his response popped up. How much time does it add? She toggled away and …
A continuation? – “My resolution is to make it through thirty minutes at the gym without dying.” He looked up from the screen. A rivulet of sweat tracked down her cheek, large spots of it darkened her shirt, and she was pushing wet hair off her forehead. “Well it seems like you survived it.” She …
“If you close your eyes, you don’t get to come.” Nothing was harder. It wasn’t his thick fingers spearing my cunt, finding my g-spot with brutal accuracy. It wasn’t the little vibe on my clit, a focused buzzing that wanted to send me flying. It was his eyes fastened on mine. They demanded I show …
Unedited Christmas post. I do hope everyone’s Christmas is lovely. – Christmas music filled the house, rivaling the laughter from their family. Tracey fluttered around the kitchen. Her mother was barking orders even though it wasn’t her house. All part of the Christmas shuffle, more background noise that Tracey tried to let float over her. …
My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold Centerfold – The J. Gelis Band
Kelly was in some kind of sexual haze. They’d lead her to the kitchen, putting her under one of the work tables that the staff sat at to make bread. Her handler, a stocky man with bronze skin and a shock of white hair, had pushed her under it and tied her hands to slat …