We are lying in his bed. I have just told him I spent all evening wishing he was fucking me, dreaming about him bending me over the table and pulling my knickers to one side when his sister and the other guests were out of the room. In return he is whispering outrageous things in…
So yesterday I was going through bags of stuff looking for, you know, one of those essential household items you use maybe once a year and lose inbetweentimes. I moved house nearly a year ago, and things were pretty on top at the time with family shit and work shit and relationship shit, and the…
So last week I was getting very excited indeed about Tabitha Rayne’s #30daysorgasmfun. I love the idea of masturbation as a means of improving mental health, and I was looking forward to tailoring it a little. To be honest, of my own accord I probably masturbate pretty much every day anyway, but it’s not always…
I cannot tell you I belong to you if I do not know first how totally I belong to myself. I adore these paradoxes. I adore how completely I can say these things, how entirely I can mean them, whilst knowing that I simultaneously believe the absolute opposite.
I’ve been grounded for bad behaviour. I let my phone run out of charge, stayed out late without permission, and didn’t wake up early enough to report in and receive orders. It turns out if you want to convince a sceptical 40 year old slut that she’s to go straight home from work on a…
It takes a special kind of stupid to spend two hours looking at porn when you’re on a week long orgasm denial. I am an intelligent woman in many ways, but this is assuredly not one of them. So horny. Lying naked on my back with my legs spread, flipping the duvet off my thighs…
Going through my photos I stop and linger over one in particular. I hate this photo and love it similtaneously- it shows me, lying on my back, legs spread and knees pulled back so my cunt and arse are on show from the least flattering angle possible, my tits splayed flat to either side of…
He asks me if I need to cum. I don’t need to, but I’d like to. I tell him I’m horny, and he asks why. I tell him: we’ve been talking about him using me as a footstool after a hard day’s work, relaxing with a glass of fine wine, his feet resting against the…
So I just renewed my annual subscription to WordPress with a slightly heavy heart, because it’s been so long since I updated- August, in fact. Partly this is due to the fact that I ended my relationship; I’ve naturally had less to write about (but not nothing), but I also haven’t had a Dom prodding…
I am trying to write about my most recent experience playing in public with Sir. It’s hard, because it was so intense. There’s so much to write about. Where we are as a couple- just that part is a (very serious, not so horny) post on its own. It’s been difficult recently, very difficult. We…