I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my body since I can remember caring about it. Pretty much as soon as my boobs popped up and the hair on my legs began to grow, I’ve been self-conscious about some part(s) of it, comparing myself to other girls/women and falling prey to the media expectation of what…
It is hard to explain why I would still feel fear in a safe and solid relationship. My sexual insecurities, irrational fears, and difficulty being vulnerable have caused more trouble than I can possibly ever explain. But, I’ll give it a go. The beginning… When I first met Mr. D, we had a rather (what…
His hands, full of heat and healing energy, have the ability to both decrease or increase my heartbeat. Depending on the moment, they can calm me, rubbing knots out of my shoulders and backside, holding my hand, sitting on my thigh, cupped around my breast as we fall asleep. Or they can raise my pulse:…
“Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world.” – Marilyn Monroe
“Get up on your hands and knees.” “Like this?” I inquired. As he guided the camera on its tripod, he asked me, “What would you do with your body if I asked to be ready for me?” I arched my back a bit, and leaned forward some. “No…if I were going to stick my cock…
