The Slut Has a Death Wish


We’re meeting in a few days.

We had a brief text exchange.

Silly stuff. Sexy stuff. Master Domly stuff. nilla poking at the Dom stuff.


That last one.

I’m thinkin’ it’s maybe not the best of things to call Him my “sweet cuddle Bear” via text.

I mean, I write stories. I *know* better than that!

Never, ever, ever,  leave evidence that can be used against you when you are bound, gagged, and facing Big Red.

*rolling eyes at self*

I swear I have a death wish some days.