the life and musings of a kinky slut
I have visited the same adult club twice and both times I have left in tears. Tonight’s adventure was eerily similar to the first; in both instances the Dominant I needed let me down. And so I am left wanting, hurting, unable to express the emotions I had hoped would surface through physical pain. At […]
This day, by far, is the hardest to write because so much happened. My mind is dense with all the little details I want to include, all the moments that still live in the front of my thoughts, so much so that I have broken it up into two parts. Here is the first half […]
Okay, I know I’m suppose to be posting my DO:F 2011 entries, but they are proving difficult to write. One, A LOT happened. Two, it’s hard to find the time to write it all down. And three, bringing myself back to those moments is not always easy after a long day and/or night of work. […]
No matter what way you dress it up, blogs are acts of masturbation. Whether stroking your Johnson or stroking your ego, it’s all very solo-sexual. So each time I’ve thought about writing these posts, it’s felt like I’m about to jizz all over the internet, spewing my hot verbal girl juices. And let’s face it: […]
What to write? Well, I could always write a re-cap of my camp experience, which, trust me, you would love reading. And I would love writing. And maybe I’ll do that later. But right now, I just kinda want to blabber about how I feel in this specific moment and time. And yes, it will […]
I’m trying to not be annoyed. I understand the circumstances of the situation, even though the action was completely unnecessary. I get it; just to me, that was very dumb. I’m trying to not be jealous, even though, once again it feels like I’m an after thought. In fact, this time, it feels like I […]
“You are not unwanted.” “I wanted to use the drumsticks. I was looking forward to playing with you.” “My head was is the wrong place. Normally, I push through, but I already had three off scenes.” “If we had played, it wouldn’t have been how we normally are. It would have been bad.” “We care […]
I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, but he did. At first, I tried to push down the pain, swallowing it like a bumpy pill; no good. I retreated to the bathroom, closed the door, and quietly wailed, silently screamed my pain. Still, no good. Soft, high pitched screams forced themselves out of me. […]
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT I arranged to meet Mister Sean, a man I met in passing during camp, at a seafood restaurant near where he lives. I was in the mood for raw oysters. After our meal and extensive conversation, in which he teased me mercilessly, we headed back to his home. I must say, I […]