Fiction and opinions about BDSM, kink, sex and love
I bought these pegs from Flying Tiger four years ago. I paid a pound for a net bag containing probably thirty of them, red and black and intended for miscellaneous quirky household uses, and the one clipped to my nipple in the picture above is the last one left. They were ideally suited to be…
Preposterous things.
CN: discussion of weight gain, food, disordered eating, and fatphobia. It feels like it’s been a really long time since I put a photo that showed any more than just a close up of my tits on this blog. It’s really difficult to talk about my relationship to my body- I know that even at…
Just chilin’
She kneels next the trunk full of discarded clothes. It’s an old leather steamer trunk, elegant and battered, lid opened to reveal a busy contradiction of mesh, PVC, cheap cotton, latex, lace and pleather, in black and red and a clashing cacophony of pinks. Things he bought that didn’t fit, things his other sluts left…
He is sitting on the bed, his legs spread. I am naked, kneeling on an overstuffed cushion, with the tip of his cock in my mouth. He says if I’m a good girl I’ll be able to keep his cock in my mouth without sucking…but if I’m a slut, I’ll have to suck. I won’t…
My butt does not actually look like this, but let’s pretend it does for a minute.
The second plug is thinner but longer, a series of balls of graduating sizes. When I look at it I can see my face reflected five times, small and then bigger and bigger still, each of them grinning. I push it inside me, needing a surprising degree of force, a fair amount of lube and…
I’ve had a difficult day- they’re all difficult days right now, aren’t they? I called in sick to work because I woke up feeling like I had a wet towel slung over my heart for no real reason I could put my finger on, knowing that if anyone were to be angry down at the…
Red is just pink for girls who haven’t worked out what they are yet.