I’m late to this, but the Wicked Wednesday topic yesterday was on fishnets and I just wanted to do a post on it. Fishnets have traditionally had an interesting blank spot in my life. I’ve either associated them with slutty women (not even a strong association to be fair) or I’ve not thought of them …
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 …
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 …
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 …
“Lord Jesus, we gather here today to ask for healing for our brother Paul.” Reverend Jamison laid a hand on the thin man, not missing the hard stare he received. Paul hadn’t moved or spoken in three weeks, but his eyes told a story if you listened. Only Jamison was listening. “He’s been a faithful …
I was looking at a ghost. It had to be. My coffee was frozen midway to my mouth when I saw her walk in. Her eyes slanted just so, her lower lip fuller than her top, the left eyebrow just slightly higher than the right, and a birthmark just behind her ear. It was me. …
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 …
He lifted her high, allowing her butt to clear the edge of the counter. Rough hands pushed up her skirt and narrow hips inserted themselves between her thighs. The cold countertop barely registered as he pulled her panties to one side and inserted two thick fingers. She sighed at the way he could make her …
“Keep it down, Johnny, I’m trying to sleep.” Momma was always trying to sleep. She’d been trying to sleep for the last twenty-five years. From the moment she pushed me out and my daddy split, I was an afterthought. Between the booze, the coke, and the johns, sleep was all she cared about. She definitely …