A bit of Arnica, wearing underpants to bed, generally being careful. Dealing with bruises, so long as they are in the right place, has not, so far, been a problem for me. Only a couple of times has a Mistress (never Elita) marked me outside the target zone when I had asked her not to.… Read More »
Haiku pop up in my Twitter from time to time (there’s even some on here), but actual verse with actual rhymes and actual metres and all that actual poem shizzle is much rarer.
Looking at the stats on my blog, I see that you really like descriptions of heavy BDSM sessions and their aftermath, while erotica goes quite well but takes longer to get established. Oh, and you all go completely nuts for anything that includes a naked picture of Mistress Elita. That last one is SUCH a… Read More »
I know a bit about addiction, why is not relevant. As I get drawn deeper into BDSM I have started to recognise some of the acknowledged characteristics of addictive behaviour; the way it dominates my thoughts, the craving for a fix, the lengths I go to to achieve a high. So I looked up some “am… Read More »
My first posts went up just three months ago. Blogging was always something I intended to try for a while, largely to allow my kinky self out a bit more often, and then review. The extra risks that come from having the blog (and indeed the twitter account) mean that I can only justify them if there are… Read More »
For closet kinks, those with an outwardly vanilla life, who tend to their kinks through sessions with professional service providers, discovery is the biggest fear. How, after all, could one possibly explain the need, the motivation, the lies, and the deception to a spouse or family?
As someone whose kinky nature is customarily kept below the surface, I occasionally enjoy situations when I am mentally attuned to my kinks but am surrounded be people who have no idea what is going on.