I haven’t done an #SoSS for some time so in keeping with my resolve to blog more regularly again in 2019 here is my post. As in the past my #SoSS this week revolves around […]
1332 words. I minced up the steep gravel driveway, already regretting the choice of footwear. The heels had seemed a good idea at the time. They complemented my black silk top, black harem pants and […]
Indie Blog Index 2018
Featuring annotated list of all posts and memes including
Happy New Year lovely bloggers and interested readers! This is Part 1. of my New Year Review covering some bloggers and blogs, ArtTwist and considerations of my ongoing kink, creative and sexual explorations. It includes […]
I’m at the Alhambra in Granada, Spain. I imagine there are many ghosts in the vicinity. Certainly there is a cemetery just down the road. I wonder if any of them are like @posychurchgate’s sexy […]
Awkwardly, her speech convoluted, she offers him back his agreements to the kink mentoring, the creative partnership, the path of companionship, the promise to not scare her again with being incommunicado while the depression has him on his knees, even their most precious longstanding agreement of hugs and touch.
lost in the fantasy
The nervous anticipation of being led, blindfolded, by a stranger, across the cavernous warehouse space. The moment when the music enlivened my hips, replacing my timidity with playfulness, trust and mutual interaction. Being bent over the leather stool, ropes encircling my arms.
One page also reminded me to trust my intuition, which would be great except that my intuition seems to be sending me in two different directions. It’s so very easy to position your obvious sexual and creative desires within a course of action only to realise you’ve made another stupid life mistake and, what’s worse, one you’ve made before! At a point in time when it actually felt like I was making progress I now feel rather like I’m treading water – or going round in circles again.
he gradual loosening of her personality and her clothing is a delight to behold. This train of thought made me wonder what would happen if I accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase when I travel to the UK in September???