If you’re following along, you’ll know that I’m just getting into spanking and I love it. I’ve also talked recently about being interested in women for a long time, and my desire to explore it in some capacity. Working through complicated feelings with kink! Anyway, I had the opportunity to spank a woman yesterday and …
If you’re a spanko, do you remember your first time getting a spanking as an adult? I suppose this could apply to any kink, but spanking is my first love so I’ll ask about it. I know I’ve talked about it before, so I’ll spare you rehashing the details. What sticks out is how much …
I asked on Twitter what I should write about today. As an aside, I’ve been sleeping terribly lately (when I’m not already up overnight for work). You just don’t realize how pivotal sleep is to creativity at times until you’re struggling to get adequate amounts. Anyway, the poll options were for a filthy story, a …
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 …
“My brain is fucking broken.” He slid his hand up the back of her thigh, stopping to rest his fingers along the crease where ass and thigh meet. “I’m not sure anything will help.” She pressed her face into the mattress. “I’m not sure any of my creativity is going to come back.” She lifted …
For a very long time, I’ve been into spanking. It was the first thing I wrote about when I switched my blog from vanilla to kink. I had a host of fantasies and read a lot of erotica that centered around that particular act. Not a lot of preamble, but many of my stories were …
She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
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 …
She liked the bruises. The way they bloomed bright on her pearly skin; bright red at the first thwack of the crop, then purplish-blue, until it was yellow-green as it faded slowly. It was a joy to watch them change. The bruises are what brought her back. Her endured pain painted on her breasts, thighs, …
Mary was in trouble and she knew it. She’d been disrespectful to her husband, spending money recklessly, and causing a scene outside the house. Her husband could’ve punished her privately, but her behavior – and subsequent destruction of her neighbor’s property during her fit – earned her something a little more public. They lived in …