This Domme Chronicles femdom podcast is available on iTunes. In this one, I answer the following reader questions:
Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss is a wonderful blogger and photographer who you may not be so familiar with because she’s in a M/f relationship and writes from that perspective (this is the only reason why she’s not on my blog roll: not because she isn’t fabulous, but because I specifically keep that for F/m orientated blogs).
We had a lovely chat earlier this year for her Kisscast (an audio clip where you can hear … Continue Reading
I managed 27 posts over November for NaBloRrrawrMo, though some of those were from Submissive Guy Comics so really a few less than 27.
I didn’t quite hit the mark of a post a day, but not too shabby.
I don’t deserve this, but I’m claiming it anyway, dammit!
I posted some impressions of our kissing date.
They are truth, those small snippets of heat and connection. Some sweet emails followed, his first immediately after our kissing date full of wonder and awe that matched mine.
But despite the flashes of intensity we shared, overall something wasn’t firing with us.
He is a smart, attractive man who was showing me lovely little glimpses of potential goodness both as a person and as a … Continue Reading
There was a moment where he changed.
A sudden metamorphosis as if I had flicked a switch.
From passive acceptance to aggressive greed.
I felt small changes in his body before I realised what was coming.
Muscles that had been relaxed tensed below me, small movements at first, he pulled at his bindings, quietly straining at the ropes that held his wrists firm, some slight shifting of position. A testing to see if I … Continue Reading
One of the reasons I balk at saying ‘I love you’ is because when it’s not true any more, it’s as if I lied. There is some sappy ‘love is forever’ behind that thought. Even though I’m not sappy.
I’m reading the writings of a woman who was in love with a man who said he loved her. Then he broke up with her. The details are complicated and not relevant to my thoughts: what … Continue Reading
When the Pilot offered me a glass of the wine I had asked him to buy, I noticed two glasses on the table.
“None for you though,” I said.
He didn’t bat an eye, poured me a glass, put the bottle away.
I sipped the cold wine while I checked him out. I had him stand in the middle of his living room, I walked around him gently touching, seeing how he felt. He’s six … Continue Reading
