I promise this is the last post from my wonderfully kinky birthday self-present. But what a completely perfect little scene it is. Renowned disciplinarian, Miss Hunter, has developing submissive, Miss Lilly Watson over her knee for a spanking. She was there for a long time.
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 »
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 »
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:
“Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.” ― M.F.K. Fisher
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.
We were nearing the end of a super-intense threesome BDSM session. I’d been in very deep and was asking for more, asking Elita to slap me, an act that, for me at least, manages to combine great intimacy with great violence. She’d obliged, hitting me hard and fast, sending me still deeper into my masochistic self.
I’m later than normal to Sinful Sunday but I only returned last night from a rescue mission to see my son who has found himself, with no training, cooking for 12/14 people, 6 days a week, in a ski resort.
Packing for Eroticon I couldn’t think why the case wouldn’t shut when I was packing for only one night, pushing up at me stubbornly as I tried to close it. I realised later why that was. I had two lengths of rope, a bag of clothes pegs (clothespins to Mercans), my little bag of insecurities and… Read More »
Sometimes, all I want to do after a beating is lie in a darkened hotel room and just drift on the endorphin clouds, enjoying the soreness and the delicious feeling of having survived. But it can also be fun to be with people who know what I’ve been doing and to enjoy their sympathetic interest as I share… Read More »
I recently found myself in a new bedroom with some time on my hands. I decided I wanted a Sinful Sunday shot that had a bit of me in it. | But not too much. Just a glimpse in fact.
Exactly a year ago, (to the day if you’re reading this on Sunday) I entered Mistress Elita’s stunning aparment for a session with her and a friend who, I had been told, was new to sex work. Sat in Elita’s armchair, a robe wrapped tightly round her as if for protection, was a strikingly beautiful young woman with… Read More »