Triple X- RatedThis blog is for ADULTS ONLY and contains themes of BD/sm. The stories contained within are just that--sexual tales of sadism, masochism, orgasm control, and pictures of naked tits. If any of this stuff is offensive to you...why are you here? Seriously ~ this is sexy stuff and not everyone can handle it. BDSM themes abound... You have been warned.
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Monthly Archives: August 2016
Well, isn’t that a hoot? WordPress sends a little “happy anniversary” greeting. August 31, 2009…sometimes it seems like yesterday, you know? And then I think about all that’s gone on in my life, all that “growing up” one does when … Continue reading
Had an amazing and fun visit with the ever-entertaining Jz this weekend. We talked and laughed and lounged…something I rarely do (okay, I talk and laugh a lot, but lounging, not so much). Wherein I was reminded (note I didn’t … Continue reading
…with apologies to Robert Frost, no other title would really work. We met. M and I, at long, long last. It wasn’t for play but for a short few hours, to talk and have coffee, in a little place in … Continue reading
I was thinking tonight at work about how long I’ve been doing this…this D/s “thing” you could call it. I feel I can’t really call it a lifestyle in my particular case, since I don’t “live it” 24/7 with my … Continue reading
Coulda…. written another diatribe about not having time with him. Plans just keep falling through and on the one hand it kills me and on the other hand? I just slip more deeply into vanilla life and say fuckitall. Woulda… … Continue reading
I miss it. Miss the pinching of His fingers, the gift of pain that He gives me. The wincing and moans, the endorphin rush, the thrill of release, the majesty of bruises. I miss it.
Since it’s late, two images.. the first….a hint of nipple and lace, The second, a reminder that he does love me…why else would he give me a heart to wear ’round my neck?