I’m a techie kind of person. I really like, and even need, to understand the why of how things work. Even me. And one of the things that I really geek out on are these ideas of conflicting … things.
My favorite? Pain and pleasure. Continue reading “Pain and Pleasure”
I round the corner to come down the hall and see you standing there. You’re not even looking in my direction. Your right hand? A deep red, leather, paddle. Continue reading “Time for your collar…”
I’ve written before that pain is this thing that I, at least, have this love/hate relationship with. It’s really odd to me that at times when things are NOT going on, it’s this “aw, that was so nice!” and then you think about these romanticized memories of what went on.
In reality, it was more like “Mother-trucker! That hurt!!! @#^%@#%”
Continue reading “Pain is Confusing”