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Tag Archives: caning
The nerve of people, she fumed, as she wove blindly through people engaged in all sorts of interesting behaviors. She’d come here to have fun, to have a drink or two, see what the club had to offer, see if she … Continue reading
I had asked for pain…for caning…for Him to be fierce with my tits… and He was and it was good and painful and good.
He really nailed my tits with His wicked little cane. It’s so thin, so innocuous looking. But the way He flicks it across, over, and around my breasts is wicked and painful and, of course, wonderful. I love it, even … Continue reading
The cane was a fucking bastard. Or HE was. Thwapping and slapping that fucking thing on the tops of my tits. Smacking the clamps He’d snapped onto my nipples, alternating with flicking the chain that joined my two tits together. … Continue reading
I want to tell you every detail. I want to hold it all close to me and keep it private. Such is the quandary of a sex blogger! We have a good fucking time and want to brag about share it, … Continue reading
I tried to post todays post via my phone, but alas. Some entity ate it. Yes. It is gone. Poof. Evaporated into the ether. Ah well. I’ve only lost a post a few times but it SURE is aggravating. Then again, … Continue reading
I’ve been mulling over this…this freaky thing we do…questioning my needs. And then realized I don’t need to justify anything. Just like I have bright blue eyes, I am kinky. Just like I like chocolate, I like to be beaten. … Continue reading
Her body wet empty yearning His velvet hardness pulsing wet pearl forming oozing growing dropping. bare her feet standing pigeon-toed back arching arms high white rope bound wrists knots flowing through old rusted ring set high over doorway lintel. her … Continue reading