• Opinion

    Sexualized youth…

    This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt (above) got me thinking about the concepts/labels we use to define ourselves and how those labels guide our behavior just as much as our behavior earns us those labels…especially when it comes to young people (mostly because when I hear the word in the prompt, I see a pursed-lipped old lady telling a buxom young woman to avoid promiscuous behavior and guard her virtue with her life because “no man will buy the cow when he can have the milk for free”). I remember a time not so long ago (okay…it was more than 20 years ago…but who’s counting?)…when I was in junior high –…

  • Experience

    Sensual Blogger Award

    Pervertically Virtuous has nominated me for the “Sensual Blogger Award”: I’m honored, of course…I always blush a bit when someone hands me a compliment.  But, I found this one unexpected…not because I don’t think my writing is sensual…but because I had no idea who P.V. was until now.  I’m excited to find out I have a new reader and flattered to be noticed by someone “unknown”to me. It intrigued me enough that I’ve been inspired to do something similar. Now, I know – these things can be a bit “chain-mail”-ish and not everyone is “in to” these sort of “awards”.  More than anything, I think these awards are more about…

  • Experience

    The Discipline Log

    I’ve been meaning to share this for some time.  Daddy has me keep a discipline log…to track my transgressions and how each was addressed.  It’s a visual reminder that can be reviewed as necessary. I forgot to write something in my discipline log one evening, after receiving several cracks across my ass (seriously, I never did write it down, so I still don’t remember what it was).  The next day when Daddy asked if I remembered why I had been punished, I couldn’t remember.  When he asked if I wrote it down, I looked down at my hands in my lap, knowing full well what was coming. He told me…

  • Experience,  Poetry

    Presenting

    He sits back and surveys me from behind:ass high in the air as has been requested,face buried in the crumpled pillow,breasts pressed into the mattress,stomach lying in the mess I have made,enduring his inspection.The wet spot is cold beneath meand sticking to my flesh.He takes his time tracing my folds,flicks my clit, and slides his fingers in,using my own cum to prepare me.He pushes into me, bending my back,and touching a place inside meonly he can reach…the place that releaseseverything within, leaving a dampreminder of his power.

  • Books & Reading

    Conquer Me (book review)

    Conquer Me: Girl to Girl Wisdom about Fulfilling Your Submissive Desires by Kacie Cunningham was quite a satisfying read for me.  I learned a few things, but mostly had things I already knew reaffirmed and validated. Cunningham begins her book, naturally and predictably, by dealing with terminology and labels, so this book is perfectly suited to someone new to D/s and/or BDSM.  Each chapter that follows focuses on a particular aspect of D/s in which Cunningham shares her revelations, experiences, and perceptions of the role of submissives and dominants, emphasizing how our roles are not only learned but are really a natural part of our make-up…characteristics that we cannot deny and…

  • Experience

    My first orgasm with a man…

    He laid me across his lap, face down, as we sat in front of the television. Two college-age kids, staying at my parent’s house over the holidays, left to our own devices and privacy, but not allowed to sleep in the same room.  So we figured out a way to discreetly be “naughty” without anyone knowing.  In the dark, by the light of the flickering screen, I lay beneath a blanket, my breasts slightly squeezed between his thighs, and he slipped his hand down the back of my pants, peeling them down enough for me to spread my legs.  He played with my clit, slid his fingers around the outer…

  • Experience

    My letters to A (annotated version)

    I posted this a few days back, but as I could see where the comments were headed, I felt I needed to “re-work” this and clarify a few things. I think it’s easy to just say I’m a crazy bitch here, and leave it at that.  And it’s also easy to say Mr. LL is a weak Dom, as well.  But, honestly, neither of those things are true.  We ARE new to this.  And I CAN see how that could be a criticism – that maybe we’re too new at it ourselves to be adding a third person to the mix…a person with different dominance needs, say, than I have.…

  • Experience

    Accepting my own submission…

    We humans are funny creatures.  We rarely understand each other, and often don’t even have a clue about ourselves – mostly because we don’t dig deep enough, for a dozen reasons…namely fear and insecurity. I spend a lot of time in self-reflection.  It’s just my personality type.  But, even still, there are things I avoid admitting to myself. Now, add the dynamic of two people.  Two personality types.  More things on which to self-reflect, and now speculation becomes part of the equation.  Now, rather than being mainly concerned about ourselves…we become intensely concerned with someone else – and their perception of us. Add the dynamic of three…and you end up…

  • Fiction

    There’s nothing quite like the first time…

    He set money on the nightstand, as she lay back, spreading her legs, looking up at him with calm eyes that belied the knots of anxiety in her belly.  He hovered above her as her hands reached between their bodies to unbuckle his belt, his cock bulging to the brink of splitting his zipper.  Leaning back on his heels, he allowed her access to the front of his jeans, which she  peeled down in quick and expert fashion.  He pushed her back, shoved her skirt up and plunged in hard and fast, making her squeal in surprise and pain.  Just a few thrusts was all it took. He stood up,…

  • Experience

    I love it when he comes…

    Well, first I must apologize for setting up the expectation of a post last night and then breaking that promise.  But, I’m not sorry for the reason why. See, Mr. LL has been away since last weekend at training a few hours away.  Lucky dog has been staying in our lovely trailer right at the edge of a beautiful lake, 50 feet from the boat dock.  On Wednesday, he suggested I drive down Thursday after work, and call in sick Friday. So I did.  I’m nothing if not a good follower of instructions that benefit me.  I dropped of the young’n at grandma’s, packed up the dog, and drove 2…

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