the life and musings of a kinky slut
Often times, in the throws of passion, whether during sex or in the middle of a scene, my eyes are closed. My Ex once asked me what I thought about when we fucked, my lids shut. He said I looked like I was gone, somewhere else. He wasn’t wrong. When I fucked him, my head […]
I leave in about an hour for my first session with my new therapist, who I will henceforth call Doc. I am nervous. The last time I tried therapy it was… not a resounding success. I will say that she got me thinking. She tried to get me to be more forthcoming with my emotions […]
Before I even showed up In San Francisco, I already had plans. I knew there were two places I wanted to visit, Mr. S Leather & Wicked Grounds. These two stops would be easy, seeing as they are merely a block away from each other and only a mile and a half walk from the […]
I initially saw them in the hallway just outside of the Dungeon. A Submissive, A Switch, and A Dominant. The Domme was female bodied, standing back from the Sub and Switch, wearing black Carhart pants, a black t-shirt, and black leather boots. The male bodied Switch wore a leather thong and a leather chest piece […]
My Last Night: Choked Out As we all walked back into the Naked House, I offered a small reprieve for NHF. Since he had missed my previous strip tease, I thought I could instead give him a sensual unzipping of my Zim jacket. Settling back into the living room, everyone sat on the couch… except […]
My Last Night: NHF IntroductionShivering, but smiling, I sat in a chair on the side porch, joining Belarian and the Naked House Friend as they enjoyed some cigars. Introducing myself, both NHF and I were able to put faces to FetLife names. Almost as soon as we began chatting, I noticed NHF had a nice head […]
My Last Night: Scotty’s Boots Back inside The Naked House, we all settled in the living room. I placed my bootblacking kit on the floor by a comfy chair in the corner. Who was to be first? Unfortunately, Scotty had to leave in about forty-five minutes. It was a school night. Scotty sat in my […]
Outfits worn: 8 Hours slept: PLENTY Cliff bars consumed: 2 Bananas: 3 Chinese food: just once Bacon cheddar BBQ burger: just once Items purchased: 5 – Two rope books, a small flogger, a wrist cuff, & a silent auction Twisted Monk 50′ 8mm red hemp rope Items lost: 2 – my black hat & my […]
I was given one star for every orgasm. To be fair, I had not kept count, guessing the number at above twelve but below thirty. Truth be told, it could’ve been over thirty considering how long we’d camped out in the swing, but eh… Our scene was about the fun of predicament bondage, fisting, vibrators, […]
My journey in rope has not always been easy. In fact, most times, it’s been downright brutal. Being around people who know so much more than me, have done it so much longer than I have, and all of them having such faith in me…It’s just so fucking intimidating. I’ve said it before: it often […]