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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No, this is not a category on Jeopardy, but I’d bet many of my pervie peeps would do well with this, yes? *laughs* “Master, I simply do not understand your fascination with my asshole.” “Nilla, I *love* your asshole. Yes. … Continue reading
….Mr. Hitachi.” That’s how I rehearsed how I was going to introduce them, at least. My imaginings never quite match up to His reality. (Imagine that!) I left it out on the back of the bed (which is against the … Continue reading
She was naked, tied quite firmly to the bed. His bed. The bed that she’d had all but two seconds to get out of before he’d caught her again. The miserable fuck. Her clothing wasn’t strewn about on the floor. Oh no, … Continue reading
We met for ice cream on Sunday night. Our favorite place is closing soon for the season and He invited me down for what might be our last two scoops until next year. It was chilly. It’s 49 as I … Continue reading
We met at a small coffee shop. One of those hip, new-agey places that serves funky, delicious teas, and wonderfully decadent desserts. Funky and decadent being two of my favorite things, I fell in love with the place. It doesn’t … Continue reading
I got so busy writing stories this past week that I forgot to tell you all this story from last weekend with Master…my bad! I’m trying to write as much as possible and set to auto-post since no one is certain … Continue reading
It was a short meet, just a bit over 30 minutes. I hate to use the word, but I was *desperate* to see Him. It had been two weeks, after all. We talked every day, but it isn’t really the … Continue reading