• Blogging & Writing,  Experience

    “Smut Marathon” rounds #1-3

    With the release of Smut Marathon round 4 coming up soon, I thought I’d do a bit of a run-down of what I’ve accomplished so far. The first prompt was tough: 30 words – an erotic metaphor – 1 word title. I went with: Unfurled He opened the dusty covers of his soul, exposing weather-beaten pages and fading ink; the hidden text of his tentative desires unfurled beneath the light of her receptive gaze. It seriously took me days, and I completely overthought it. It was too wordy…a bit purple…and I know there was some angst over the use of the semi-colon (my favorite punctuation mark, by the way). But,…

  • Experience

    5 Things

    TMI Tuesday asks us to share . . . 1.  The problem with me in 5 words: I overthink and can’t relax. 2.  5 things I want in life: To have plenty of time to write every day; to have a log home in the mountains with with water view, a yoga room, a cook, a landscaper, and a housekeeper; to see my son grow up to be healthy, successful, and content with his choices; to grow old and stay young as I continue this soul-shaping journey we call marriage; to look back on my accomplishments and know they were enough. 3.  5 things I need to quit: Worrying about things…

  • Experience,  Photography

    Interrupted

    I was housecleaning, in my pajamas (sweeping the bedroom floor, to be specific), when Mr. D decided to interrupt and bend me over the bed. He pulled my pants down and told me to step out of them. Then, without ceremony, he took the bottle of lube from the shelf above the bed, spread my ass cheeks, and lubed me up. He didn’t take his time. There was no kissing. No foreplay. He simply pushed his cock in my ass and had me. Make no mistake. I love it when he does this. Just takes me, out of the blue, with no warning or build-up…and then walks away when he’s…

  • Fiction

    Charlie’s Bar

    A special thank you to Defiant Raven for giving me the initial idea for this story. When I reached out on Twitter this afternoon for writing inspiration, DR sent me this response: “A woman walks into a bar. There is no one there except the bartender, but he appears to be talking to people that the woman can not see.” – And this story was born…. It had been a shitty evening. A blind date gone terribly south. Rain. Cold. Blisters in too high heels. But, the blinking neon signs lifted Samantha’s spirits as shiny baubles did many other women. A drink would help. Just one before she went upstairs…

  • Brigit's Favorite Things

    Top 3 of the Week

    Writing: E.T. Costello “The Wicked Day” Costello’s writing is frenetic, and it sweeps me up in its music-like crescendos. His poetic prose leaves me feeling ravaged when I’m through reading it. Mrs. Fever “The Journey” It’s been a long time since I saw a poem on someone’s blog that made me feel such intense emotion. The last time was Indigo’s “Plate Spinning.” This poem, “The Journey,” begs re-reading, so I am sure I’ll be back to it again. Sophie Morgan No Ordinary Love Story This what’s heating up my Kindle right now. I loved her first book, Diary of a Submissive, but this one is getting me all hot and bothered because…

  • Fiction

    Million Dollar Smile

    Amanda exited the convenience store waving her prize in her hand, “We’re gonna win, babe, I just know it!” She squealed and wiggled, giggling and smacking her gum as she climbed in the open car window and planted her butt in the bucket seat next to John. “I bought ten tickets, and the jackpot is up to 6.5 million…we’re gonna be so fuckin’ rich we can just sit around fucking all day, drinking screwdrivers, and watching Netflix! We could even buy an 85-inch flat-screen TV!” He found her white trash dreams charmingly simple and childish, but her energy was unstoppable. She could fuck like a wildcat all night and still…

  • Experience

    He’s got this

    You may need to read this previous post to understand what I am about to write. I thought it about it all last week…the question he asked me: What are you willing to give? And what I finally came up with was: complete control of my body…and complete trust. It seemed revelatory to me, but he already knew. Last night, in order to avoid a big conversation about it, I texted it to him. He sat close enough to me on the couch that I could reach out and touch him, but saying the words seemed beyond me at the time. So in true “check yes or no” fashion, I, like a child,…

  • Fiction

    On Your Knees

    “Annabelle.” It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work. He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond. “You need to put it away. It’s time.” “But, I have just one more email…” the hint of whine, which she immediately regretted. “Annabelle.” She knew better than to argue. Closing her laptop, turning off the lamp, she licked her lips and prepared to face him, but his hands held her in place…seated and immobilized by her unwillingness to press him. She closed her eyes and considered what she might say, but decided silence was…

  • Experience

    Our D/s journey

    Evolution isn’t born of nothing. Things change gradually over time, and if one is willing to delve through the history, it is usually easy to find evidence of how and why things have become the way they currently are. I decided to go on a hunt through the archives of my first blog. I moved all the content to a free WordPress account awhile back, just to keep it safe when the Blogger account was at stake. So even though the formatting is a bit off, and the look of the site is less than appealing, the content is as it was from the beginning. So, let’s take a little…

  • Experience

    What am I willing to give?

    After I posted The Yoga Sutra and D/s, I knew there was going to be a conversation. There had to be. Because it was a large reason for the post. Mr. D had asked me what I was looking for…what I needed. And I was having a hard time articulating what it was. I let my mind go, and that post came out. But the ideas were still complicated in my mind and certainly not clear enough to just say, here you go, honey…this is what I need from you…or this is what I want to do for you.Things were still (are still) a bit fuzzy or general for me. I…

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