Blue, Or Is It Pink? I hate the colour blue. I’m more a pink kinda girl. That said, my mother’s favourite colour was blue. Many items in my room as a kid, were of this shade. I once counted the number of things, but unfortunately, I don’t remember the exact …
BDSM My Dominant and I are not adventurous or daring. In general, we stay well within our limits. I feel you could make a case for all BDSM-play to be considered edge play. I know many vanilla people would shudder in disgust with how my husband treats me, where it …
Content Warning: This story contains themes of adultery and dubious consent. No characters were harmed during the recording of this tale. BDSM Sex Story The collar stared at me from the dashboard. I hated the symbol of our relationship. Our broken relationship, I should say. His betrayal had erased all …
Keep it Simple In our house, my husband is the one who says ‘I love you,’ sometimes up to ten times a day. I only get so far as ‘love you too,’ in response. Please don’t come home with flowers, since that’s only going to pose a danger to my …
Friends were my theme of 2019. I joined the BDSM community, and I discovered why I hadn’t been able to make friends for over twenty years: kink. I had several best friends during my high school years, but we connected over different things than sexuality. We had a similar lifestyle, …
Tell me About … Pain Everyone’s Emotions I’m an empath. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. I can read about a child with a severe disease, and it can literally ruin my day because I feel so sad for the child and its family. Yesterday my …
Control and Trust Being a submissive, I give up control. That’s kind of in the job description. But it’s not that easy, nor that straightforward. Because tied to control is trust. You can only give up control unless you trust the person you’re handing it over to. Or, as in …
Silence Please I’m a bad submissive. I mean, I try really hard to be a good girl, and overall I’m not that bad, but communication-wise, I’m a terrible sub. I don’t talk. During play, I want to withdraw into myself, and either enjoy the sensations or overlay them with my …
“Tongue kisses?” I pulled up my nose. “I hate them. The others looked at me amusedly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s hot?” my idol rock star Park asked me. I shook my head. “No, it’s far from hot. It feels like a slimy snail that twirls in your mouth. That’s …
“Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked. “Yes, please,” she moaned in response. “And is it all right if I kiss you?” he inquired. “Yes, please do.” “You’re really okay with me kissing you?” he asked to be sure. It is so much better when things are consensual, …
