Ask me anything. Just don’t ask me for a book recommendation.
I am surrounded by books. I travel with them, I sleep with them, I snack with them. There are books on my bedside table, books on the side table in the… Read more »
Category: Musings
There is nothing “safe” about a safeword.
If you are a believer in The One True Way™ doctrine of BDSM, now would be a good time to get off my cloud. I have zero interest in following… Read more »
Preparation
Preparation. The word is a breathy mouthful exhaled against pursed lips, ending with a stroke of the tongue against the roof of your mouth. Just saying it makes me want to… Read more »
Contemplating My Navel
I’m tired tonight. Not the kind of tired that is bone deep, but the kind that is just deep enough. Deep enough to drift but not dream, to gaze but… Read more »