Eva linked her arm around Sam’s and pressed herself closer to him as they walked into the club. It was late, close to last call, but as it was drizzly out and neither of them really wanted to call it a night yet (the kids were at the grandparents’ and they didn’t get out much…
This post is #23 in my 30 Days of D/s series. If you’d like to read more, please visit my 30 Days of D/s page for the complete inventory of posts. D/s relationships often include some type of sexual availability…and mine surely does. When He asks, I am rarely willing to attempt a “no.” And I usually have…
The theatre was old and the chairs showed their age: their undersides scratched, cement-colored paint rubbed away around the edges, exposing the metal beneath. The red velvet insides looked the color of dried blood in the hazy pre-film light. The man pulled his aisle seat down like a lever and sat, grimacing at the lumpiness…
I’m having a lot of feels today. And rather than stuffing them down as I normally do when it comes to this, because I’m afraid of causing problems or being seen as too emotional or reactionary, I’m going to process it (quickly – which is not my normal manner)…to avoid causing bigger problems later. Yesterday,…
It’s quiet. Like I’m home alone…but I’m not. Laying here, in the bed at half past eight in the morning, I imagine that my family is in the living room: husband reading, and our child plugged into headphones as to not disturb. The blankets are heavy above me, holding me down, refusing me access to…
