Sit back, relax, show me

This is going to be a little bit of a different approach,” she says, sitting me down in the chair. She kneels on the floor in front of me, then spins slightly to grab a glass of wine off the table and turn back toward me.

I smile, then frown exaggeratedly when I realize the wine is for her, not me. “Silly. This is for me. I’m going to enjoy this.” She sips the wine again, then looks at me. Without breaking the look, she tells me what’s up, finally.

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My Camera(s) Are My Voice Many Times

When we take pictures for the site, it’s quite often that for one picture here, there are 30, 40, 100 other images that we rejected out of hand. It’s not that I’m that great with a camera, and certainly not all pictures are FAB-U-LOUS, it’s that it’s this inside fight in my mind that I sort of know what I’m looking for, but haven’t learned yet how to get it.

Then all of that gets mixed in with this permission to really, really explore, particularly in the case of Charmer. I get to explore with my eyes. With my mind. And all of that comes through the camera.

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Do you… Kink? And What is Locktober/Chastity About?

Sort of answer the first, with the second. But suffice to say I think I’d be classified as “kinky” and I can vouch for Charmer holding that banner as well. Weird thought, interesting label, but it got me thinking about that. Well, that and a series of posts about Chastity (think diamonds) and so much more.

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Frigid Can Be Fun…

As I knock my boots clear of the snow and wetness that seems to have completely saturated them, caking on to them, almost sneaking into all of the cracks and crevices, we look at each other and sneer first, then full on laugh, almost falling over.

You’re not really supposed to do THAT trail with the tubes, but hey, it wasn’t outright forbidden, we’d just endured a lot of whistling on the way down the hill, and not of the encouraging kind. But man o man. The adrenaline rush was undeniable.

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Of Safewords and Overload

Safewords are a funny thing. Pretty regularly you’ll see “It’s ok to safeword” on twitter, blogs and all of the places we collectively go to read, write and interact. This is critical, important, and something too many people consider leaving out of a D/s or kink scene. Beforehand, it’s easy to be swept up in the draw of a scene, or a relationship, or both.

But, in the heat of the moment, that’s NOT the time to be calling out “zucchini fries!!!!” at the top of your lungs, thinking it’s your safeword. Get that stuff established at the onset.

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That’s the feeling…

(This is part 2, here’s part 1, important to read first)

See, stuff like this always gets me in trouble, because then I have to continue telling you… the rest of the story, as they say.

My head racing, my body surrendering… that time when you give in to the animal side of things is in full swing. I feel that knowing head-rush, that urgency. It’s delicious.

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