• Experience

    Am I starting to like it? WTF?

    I never considered myself the spanking type. I’m not much into pain (small amounts in the right situations…you know, hair-pulling, rough sex). But, it’s growing on me, and I’m beginning to understand the need that some people have for serious spanking sessions. That whole “out of body” experience, getting outside of one’s self, can be freeing and cathartic. Some people do it with drugs. Others with alcohol. Still others with physical activity like running or sex. It’s all about the endorphins. Regardless of how you get there, it’s about the build up of tension followed by the intense release. We all seek it in one form or another. And as…

  • Fiction

    The Mental Process of Concocting a Fantasy

    Characters: Me and My Brain [The room is dark. I am lying naked and alone in my bed, lube and a vibrator close at hand. The curtain flutters a bit – the window open to the night air.] My brain: So what’s your pleasure today? Cowboy? Biker? Athlete? Businessman? What kind of fantasy man am I going to need to conjure up? Me: (contemplatively) I guess I’d choose biker. But not your stereotypical leather-vest-wearing, long-haired, gold-toothed, Harley rider. Brain: What kind, then? Me: The sport bike type. Faster, younger, dangerous, Vin Diesel-y, and a bit out of control. Brain: Oh. Okay. Next question…now that we’ve got the guy, what’s under the…

  • Experience

    Masturbating for Him

    He likes to watch me masturbate. But I hate being watched. If He tells me to do it, though, I can’t say no. It would be against the rules. It makes me uncomfortable to be so open and vulnerable. So “on display.” But, then. I’m His to display as He wishes, right? If He wants to gag me with my own shirt to keep me from crying out, and then asks me to close my eyes, bite down, and slip my hand into my panties, I’ll suck back my pride (because I shouldn’t have it, anyway, should I?), feel the heat in my cheeks (both sets), and begin to rub…

  • Experience

    Hormones: a cash cow

    Check out who else is being Wicked. I find it ridiculously amusing that “Hormones” is the topic of this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt, considering the trouble I’ve had with this particular issue for the past 7-8 years (mental helath and libido). Hormones, or the possibility of unstable hormones, have pretty much affected everything having to do with my physical, mental, and emotional health. I’ve gained 30 lbs. (okay…some of that is just my laziness and my love of good beer), my energy levels are all over the place…my moods…my libido. And it’s all supposedly (or probably…or possibly) tied to hormones, according to my doctors. Late last year, I went to a…

  • Experience

    Does she know any tricks?

    “Why on earth would you want to do that?” “Are you seriously questioning me? I just do…and that’s enough.” “I couldn’t possibly go to the banquet on a leash, Michael,” her voice was an octave higher than normal, incredulous to his suggestion. “I believe you could…and you will.” She gave him a look of utter horror, “But…” He placed his finger to her lips to silence her protestations, and she lowered her gaze in resignation. “No whining. It’s not allowed.”  Michael pulled a small bag from the back seat. Inside was a red collar, studded with clear, sparkling gems and a matching leash. It was the exact color of her…

  • Experience

    Daydreaming

    She looked at the large pile of dirty clothes, sighed, and shook her head. Walking out of the laundry room, she glanced at the kitchen sink full of dishes, the counter cluttered with papers, keys, and wayward items that just never seemed to find a proper home and stay there. There were toys on the living room floor, and her office desk was covered with piles of bills and to-do lists. “Fuck it,” she mumbled under her breath. Sometimes that’s the only solution. She wandered in to check on her napping children and then padded back to her own bedroom, drew the blinds, and then closed the door and locked…

  • Fiction

    Oui

    It’s what her t-shirt said that caught his eye: Oui. It was an answer. And he had a number of questions he hoped would elicit that response from her. He followed her in, waited for her and her friend to find a stool, and then sidled up next to her at the bar. She glanced sideways at him, unconsciously looking him up and down. He looked back at her…”Damn hot today, eh? Couldn’t wait to just come in and get a cold beer to cool down.” “Yah.” She said little, but her eyes showed interest, and she smiled. Oui number one. She looked back at her friend who was ordering for…

  • Experience

    I know you’re watching….

    Patricia walked into the storage room. The floor was swept clean, the garage was down, and Jeremy’s work truck–hitched to it’s trailer–was parked toward the back. She knew he’d be back within the hour, lunch in hand for the both of them. A wicked little grin tugged at her lips. Wouldn’t it be nice to surprise him? She slipped her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, puddling around her feet. Stepping out of it, she kicked off her shoes, unclasped her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders and down her bare arms to join her dress on the ground. Laying down on the cold…

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