Gags

I took this picture about 4 years ago now, not many minutes after receiving my very first gag in the post. I told the story of my first gag at a munch recently to an aghast response: I ordered it from Etsy, from a shop in the US selling handmade leather goods. I bought it…

Pain

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…

the trunk

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…

Sting

He murmurs in a low voice into my ear as he fucks me. Did you write anything while I was away? Pinned beneath him, my face mashed into the pillow, I turn my head towards him to speak. No, I say. I’m halfway through one thing, but I can’t finish it. I’ve run out of…

Secrets

I have been wanking. No toys, no porn, no fiddle faddle; just my fingers in my warm wet cunt, rubbing, caressing and pressing my clit as I think thoughts so dirty that only one person will get to hear them. It’s not that I’m ashamed of these thoughts. I’m not ashamed of the things that…

Seen

He is on his back, and I am astride him, reverse cowgirl style. My jeans are pulled to my thighs, my tits pulled out of my bra, and I’ve undone my shoes and thrown them under the bed. The rubber sheets are cool beneath my skin as, head bowed, I lean forward and slowly lower…

SOSS No. 1- Relationship goals

This is my first #soss post- I’m trying to impose the structure of the meme onto my chaotically ADDled brain, and formally send shouts out to the fabulous writing of some of my fellow bloggers. (Actually, even saying that feels weird- do I really feel like I can call myself a blogger? I have a…

Kintsugi

It hasn’t been an easy week. He is recovering from the closing of an enormously stressful chapter in his life; I have been struggling with overwhelming insecurities. Fears about our future, envy of the time he spends with other partners, terror that one day I will show him so many of these nighttime corners that…