I’ve been thinking a lot about how D/s and all of this has woven into our lives – it’s a huge piece of our responses, our reactions to thing that happen in daily life. And, you also see it literally everywhere in the kink space – from Fetlife to Twitter and other spaces. People lean on their D/s side, their kink side, to help right the ship of life when things get choppy.Continue reading
I always see these checklist of stuff that people (may) like to do, be, participate in, have done, whatever. I’m sure you’ve seen them – my favorite was a Periodic Table of Kink where it showed, by “type” different things people may be interested in. My OCD loves that it’s broken into the different areas and ideas.
But, of course, as soon as you start really looking, you find that there are so very many things (let alone Rule 34) that people like to do. You can see this on Fetlife too – 1000’s of kinks, from situational to objects to every combination you can imagine.Continue reading
When I walk into the hallway, all the lights are on – there are even additional lamps out there. So much so that the light is blaring at me. All I can think is that this must be the weirdest setup to whatever you have planned, that I have ever had.Continue reading
There was a point where, once we finally plunked down just a little bit more for that 4,235 point restraint system, I realized it was for real. I remember it pretty clearly. Before, it was like “yeah, I can move, I can even probably pull loose and stop things if I wanted to, just… because.Continue reading
Sometimes I swear it’s the little cues that are the hardest to manage. They tell the most, while at the same time being the most difficult to learn. Laughter is one of those at times…Continue reading
One of the things I really dislike about all of the things we collectively tweet and write about is the fact that we have to hide behind alternate identities, alternate contacts, and be protective of our IRL lives.
In fact, for many, malicious exposure would damage or destroy careers, families, etc. – because “that’s just weird.” Uh huh. Sure.Continue reading
Playtime is a great thing. Playtime can be a torturous time too though. Charmer tends to lean hard on the torture side of things – sometimes physical, sometimes mental. This is a perfect example of one of those times.
She likes to step all over my inability to talk about anything sexual, to answer direct, specific questions about something that’s going on. Of course, once she finds one of those soft spots, she pokes and pokes and pokes at it, just because she can.Continue reading
From SteelChrmr’s post:
It’s very quiet over here, like I am home alone. But I’m not. The lights are off and it’s dark but I can sense you. In the dark. Waiting. Watching.
I fumble for the light switch by the door. “No,” comes from somewhere in front of me. I hear a noise slightly to my left. I turn, unsure of where you are or what I’m hearing until I see the bright flame…
I see the silhouette of your body in the faintest of the light as my eyes adjust. You’re in the tub, lounging, and I can’t even see enough to know if you’re smiling. I can just make out the outline of your breast in the candlelight.
“Stand there” you say as your hand passes by the light, pointing.Continue reading
Something about that simple act of holding her hand. It’s an electric thing, a control thing, a shield thing, an erotic thing. It runs all up and down the line of being so very important, and so very simple.Continue reading
As we lay there, relaxing, talking, kissing, fondling and just sort of lazily enjoying each other, I trace your face with my fingers with the lightest of touches. Your grin tells me you’re enjoying it, and I run my fingers through your hair, lightly around your ears and neck.Continue reading