Sometimes I feel like I ran away to Ohio to join the sex circus.
There was a birthday dinner I went to this winter for a friend of mine. I met up with a bunch of people at this great sushi restaurant on the East Side. There was my friend, her boyfriend, and her husband (the 3 of them at the time mostly vanilla/a tad kink curious but poly), » Read more
J: Pageling, I have something for you.
Me: (through the door) I’m naked.
J: It’s fine. I’m naked, too.
Me: Okay. (opens door)
I love my life.
“I couldn’t do 24/7. It’d just be too much.”
“Sadomasochism makes sense, but I can’t really get into Domination and submission. » Read more
The brief moment between the swing and the sting of the dressage whip seems to span eons. Sometimes he’s a bastard and swings it so I’ll hear it and think the pain is coming, just so he can watch me wince. Like Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown at the last instant.
But not this time. » Read more