I mentioned in this post that I’d set up a time for drinks with a lovely young submissive who wrote me a stellar introductory email and with whom I’ve been emailing since.
The meeting was today in fact (wow, writing every day really does make this all a bit ‘real-time’ doesn’t it?).
He’d read a lot of my content, done his research, even found my personal ad and said he met all the criteria in … Continue Reading
I have had a very uncharacteristic surge of social energy in the last month or so.
So much so that I invited kinky strangers to my house (what?!) prior to going to a BDSM party next month (double what?!!).
Both of those things are so much out of character that it seems somewhat bizarre, even to me.
WHAT DID YOU DO WITH FERNS?!
One of the catalysts for this sudden outreach is that my best … Continue Reading
I’d much rather feel angry than sad.
But now it seems like I’ve expended all this anger on my book, and I’ve used up all the spiky energy it gave me. Doing the work required to get it published in the next few days feels like wading through treacle in a fog.
What’s left in the aftermath of all that rage is a profound sadness that I’m struggling to shake.
The sadness feels more … Continue Reading
I said in my last post about the cougarling’s visit that he never replied to the ‘thank you’ email I sent him a few days after we parted.
I was concerned that I’d left him with hurt or anger or bad feelings, and thought that his lack of reply may have been a reflection of that.
But he did reply, finally, and long after I had reconciled myself to not hearing from him again.
I … Continue Reading
I want to talk about wider lessons I learnt about trying something casual, but I’ll do that in another post.
One of the things, though, is this: If we aren’t compatible, I really need to not talk to him.
Why?
Because it breaks the tenuous hold on ‘whatever this is’ that we have established.
I knew it with holy-fuck-beautiful-eyes, and told him explicitly: ‘no talking’. It worked. But those were short visits of a … Continue Reading
…continued from Cougarling, with rope of course
He worked himself loose, of course. When he wriggled his hands free from the rope, he looked at me in triumph.
“If I’d known you were going to fight your way out, I’d have tried harder…” I protested weakly.
He smirked, nodded indulgently at me.
Pushing him down onto his back, I took the length of rope, and wrapped it more firmly around his wrists this time, something … Continue Reading
Some light rope play in the morning. A pentagram chest harness. Easy enough, but not for her: Unskilled and clumsy, painstakingly following directions shown on a youtube video, backtracking, trying again.
He was patient, always. Happy enough to feel the rope on his skin, gentle kissing, her chin already scraped raw from the night before when he had arrived after a full day’s work, a flight, a drive, carrying his five o’clock shadow into his … Continue Reading
