She ties him to the bed, face up – cuffs on wrists and ankles, spread-eagled, open for her, helpless, hard, exposed.
Then, a blindfold.
She hasn’t used one for a while, the darkness scares him, she can see it in the way he shies away from her hands, trying to sink into the bed, the way he licks his lips (she watches his tongue slip out of his mouth and lap nervously at the sides … Continue Reading
When I deal with difficult things, I compartmentalise. I have these little drawers in my head, it is something like an enormous storage vault in there, with endless sets of these drawers, like an old library room, with shelves and ladders, all dark and musty, and I shove things like the pain from my break up in one of them way down the back, close it, and skirt around it for a while.
This compartmentalising … Continue Reading
I shouldn’t care, really, and I am sure there are a gazillion lists like this out there in the blogosphere, but I stumbled across an annual ‘Top 100 Sex Blogs’ nominations list while skiving off from work doing important research.
Like a child who sees a lollipop at the checkout and causes a scene, I *want*!!!
Now I know that you, dear readers, have not nominated me because you just didn’t know about it… right? … Continue Reading
As soon as the door closes behind us, I am on you.
I shove you back against the wall, grab a fistful of your hair, jerk your head back, then sideways. Your eyes widen, you try not to resist. Your head smashes against the wood as I push myself up against you, my mouth on yours. I open my mouth, forcing your lips apart, I suck your breath, your arms automatically go around my waist … Continue Reading
More comments from the survey… If you think I might be close to the end, I’m not! I just hope my roman numerology can keep up…
Why do you read my blog?
Straight male submissive, 36-45
… Continue ReadingI love wit. Our world is bland and literal. You make me think and laugh with your wit. Plus the intensity, I can hear the panting (you rarely hear that), but it’s hard to tell whether it was you
I’m sure that quite a few of you have the impression that I am full of the mad dommely skillz.
I’m not.
Technically speaking, I am really rubbish.
You know why?
I don’t care. Seriously.
If I hit a boy with stuff, or bite him, or scratch him, or fuck him, or otherwise play with him, I don’t care if I am elegant, if the strikes are beautiful or if I look fabulous doing it. … Continue Reading
I need a man who can let me access the little boy inside. There is something terribly appealing, something precious about that wide-eyed inner child.
It has nothing to do with age play or infantilism, it has nothing to do with being maternal or a mommy figure.
It has to do with innocence and imagination and a sense of wonder. There is a quality in the men I like where they can open up and … Continue Reading