Miss Hunter’s website describes her as “one of the UK’s top disciplinarians, with skills honed over ten years of experience,” which sounds perhaps rather serious, rather daunting, for a birthday. What Miss Hunter’s website doesn’t communicate very well is just how very attractive she is (she’s too busy being fierce) or what a fantastic, twinkly… Read More »
My birthday. Well, almost. Me real birthday was going to be full of making things nice for other people. This day was going to full of making things nice for me. Nice. I hate that word. What I mean is hot, intense, sexy, beautiful, challenging. My intention was to be able to look back on… Read More »
I may have completely misunderstood my presence on Twitter. I’d always felt that I was defined there by my kinks; that my voice came from the exploration of my kinky nature through sessions with professional sex workers. However, while there are many submissive “men-who-see-Dommes” with twitter accounts, mine is a little unusual.
Blue Door Dungeon is a basement play space in central London and was the venue I chose for my Birthday self-treat last week. My idea was to have an extended play session with the delightful Lilly, punctuated by visits from two very different dominant women.
For this week’s Sinful Sunday, Molly Moore, who is clever at such things, created two “wheels of fortune.” Each generated random words, one a treatment, the other a subject, allowing each participant to have an individual prompt. Like I say – no flies on Molly! I got “minimalist underwear” at the first attempt, which would have been easy if I… Read More »
“The best place in the world is inside a hug” I wrote a post that supported that idea, describing the wonderful hug the Mistress gives me after a hard session. My second hug story is different. And it’s going to make you angry
“The best place in the world is inside a hug” Yeah, I know; bit soppy isn’t it? But also kinda hard to argue with. I’m going to write posts about two hugs; two hugs that, while seemingly similar from the outside, would come to mean very different things.
Packing for my Eroticon weekend I had a (fortunately temporary) moment of distress when I couldn’t find a favourite black shirt. I tweeted in mock alarm:
So far, all my guest posts have come from “men-who-see-Dommes” with obvious parallels to my own part-hidden kinky life. Here is something a little different. Lyra popped into my DM’s just a week or so ago, telling me how my exploration of my masochism, which is at the heart of my blog, had helped her build… Read More »
“Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.” ― M.F.K. Fisher
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt asked what hot, sexy things one might get up to with a million dollars. Well, owning this apartment might be a good start. Were it in London or New York, that might not be sufficient, but it’s in a small town in the Midlands and I might get it for that,… Read More »
I would enjoy this image if I just stumbled across it on someone else’s twitter; the curve of her beautiful bottom, the warmth of their naked embrace; these are enticing things to me.