Somatic memory and fevered dreams leave my skin aching as I wake, my nerve endings ablaze against the cool morning air, straining for the brush of your fingertips. My right collarbone is tender to the touch, indelibly bruised from the weeks-past force of your forearm pinning my shoulders back even as your fingers so gently held my head, the demand in your gaze at once a vulnerable plea: Look at me. Continue reading
There is much fuss about the term “sex blogger” and it seems people are generally either (a) desperate to be recognized as one, or (b) repulsed at the idea of being considered one.
(Yes, yes, all of life is a spectrum and it’s not that simple and maybe you have one butt cheek firmly positioned in seat A while your entire torso is haphazardly positioned over seat B… Yadda, yadda, yadda.)
Regardless of all of that: Continue reading
I know my weakness, know my voice…
…and I believe in Grace and Choice
I took an online quiz this morning, answering the questions as my spouse would. It was for the purpose of determining “what kind of submissive” he was/is.
(Consider that introduction all the warning you’re going to get about the content of this post.) Continue reading