It has been a little over 48 hours since I have seen you last, and almost 72 since we had my piercing done. I was flying so high from that piercing. It hurt so, so bad. And then the pain, just gone. Like it never existed and suddenly I was overwhelmed with EVERY movement. I…
Playing rough with others What is the difference between playing rough with others and being dominated by others? We have been discussing this for several months now and admittedly it is a challenging dynamic to our open relationship. I think the best place to start is by defining what makes you my Dominant and particularly,…
Prompt: Letting Sir know what I want without telling Him. Otherwise known as: Sir isn't a fucking mind-reader. Where do I even start? I hate telling you what I want. And even more what you should do. And Amazon is out of crystal balls. I checked. Twice. You are still learning and growing as a…
Considerate Control, or, in other words; How Not To Be A Domineering Dick, Sir. You are so concerned about being considerate of me. I truly think it is the sweetest thing and honestly, it makes me feel good, and feel like you truly care. I love that you are so patient, considerate and sweet to…
Poking The Bear, or, in this case, my Wolf. My prompt for this post came from Sir: When, and how to provoke Sir, without overstepping. Well now, that is a loaded question. I am currently reading Conquer Me By Kacie Cunningham. A great read so far that has prompted quite a bit of self-reflection. In…
Why Miss? Why a name so commonly used to refer to me as a Dominant? Why does a name that should be said as a show of another's submission, cause the kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach to take flight when it dances off your lips? Miss. It is simple, clean, respectful. Yet it holds…
I just ran across this little quote and it couldn't be more true to this very moment. We have had some profoundly deep conversations over the last few days, as we are inclined to do, but one in particular has had me thinking and pondering. I am still damaged from my last serious relationship. Let's…
I can't sit still. The toy, despite being off, is still uncomfortable and rubbing me. eliciting small little shocks of pleasure with every bump in the road, I let out the occasional gasp or moan, telling you that your device is having the intended effect. Taking a deep breath I glance at you. You're wearing…
What do I do Sir? I don't know what is wrong with me. I am so very frustrated with myself. I feel like something is broken, that I am little less of a woman. You turn me on so fucking much. I can't help myself when I get around you. I just have to touch…
I love you. Truly, madly, deeply, love you. Yes, I know I say it a TON. But I mean it. I can't even liken the things I feel for you, to anything I have ever felt for another person. It's fucking overwhelming. To the point of tears at times, overwhelming. I miss you constantly when…
Naked Naps and Loving My Lust 