Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair!Read More →
I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…Read More →
I’ve tweeted a little bit about my adventures this week. In case you missed that, I had fun. The kind of fun that involves pain and belts and nipple pinching. Oh, and admitting that I’d never had someone leave a love bite on my body, and being asked if I’d find it hot if he gave me one where the mark could be seen.Read More →