Tag Archives: thinking

Twisting

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 …

Rope Bunny

I’ve been meaning to write about my experience being a rope bunny at Eroticon, but my mind has been on other things. Luckily, R for the A to Z challenge came around so I could slip it in for that and for Sinful Sunday. Rope is a kink I’ve only really brushed the surface with …

Patreon

So I had a different P planned for today (and I may return to that P word on another post), but I was encouraged to write about this today instead. P is for Patreon. If you’ve not gathered, I like to write. I have a tendency to write in abundance and have for a number …

Kinks

Daddy grabbing Cara's blonde tipped hair.

The most obvious thing to do here is talk about kink, right? I am kinky I write a lot about the ways that I enjoy being spanked and used both in fiction and in real life ways. I’ve also discussed how I like being little and having a Daddy. Do you know what’s one thing …

Invisible, no more

Knees up and body bare

This week’s Wicked Wednesday is about mental illness. I’ve written a little about being anxious in my A post for the A to Z challenge. That is an undiagnosed issue I have as a well as being a perfectionist, but that’s not necessarily a problem. I’d kind of like to talk about something unrelated, but …

Family

My immediate family isn’t very large. I have a host of half siblings, but when my father died visiting that side of the family decreased to once every 5-10 years. My older (maternal half) sister never really cared for me. By the time I came on the scene, she’d pretty much solidified her place as …

Deserving

I’ve always struggled with feeling like I don’t deserve things. Relationships, nice things, happiness, love… I don’t know if I deserve those things. When those are things easily taken away, or have been taken away, so I must not be worthy of those things. It makes me think about how privilege plays a role in …

Anxious

What a way to start, but an apt one considering I’m undertaking a month-long challenge. Anxiety is a friend of mine. It has its roots in trauma, childhood trauma specifically, but we’ve all had some form of it or another. My anxiety has never been clinically diagnosed, but my family and friends are well aware …