the life and musings of a kinky slut
~erotica~ “Belt, paddle, or hand?” I had to choose. “Belt.” If I’d chosen his hand, I thought he would’ve felt the pain as well, but possibly resented me for it, as if I were trying to punish him for the mistake I made. If I’d chosen a paddle, I thought he would’ve eventually tired from […]
~erotica~ – You were being difficult. * No I wasn’t. – Yes, you were. * I was being specific, detailed, precise. – Right… * Who has who bound? – Who is inside of whom? * Just because I’m… riding… you… doesn’t… mean… fuck… Doesn’t mean… Doesn’t mean… I couldn’t do… whatever I want… to you… […]
~erotica~ He wore his riding boots, worn from age and experience, his chaps, laced up the sides and closed in the back with black parachord, his leather jacket, with snaps instead of a zipper, and his leather gloves, which more often than not massaged the back of my mouth. No other garment graced his frame. […]
~erotica~ “Missed you.”“Missed you more.” Her lips were as soft as I remembered, painted the deep red that I loved. Her grin was still sly, still full of something secretive yet alluring. And her eyes. I still could not help staring into her eyes. She nibbled at my neck, grazed my hips with her nails, […]
~erotica~ I knelt before him, clothed in only a tank top and panties. The wet grass under my knees and feet was cool, a small breeze giving a slight chill to the air. He sat on the stairs of his wooden deck, his right boot the closest part of his body to me. When I […]
I expected little from my last night at Frolicon. I had already enjoyed a good event, nothing terribly momentous but a few days of chill fun. So as I walked towards Vlad and Itonia, I smiled, happy to see familiar faces. Vlad was dressed in a dapper pinstripe suit and held a length of white […]
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 […]
~erotica~ They called her The Wolf. She prowled the local haunts, nightclubs, bars, and bath houses alike. People weren’t sure how she identified herself. She never objected to any pronoun used, but then again she rarely talked, except when stalking her prey. She seemed to have no preferences, loving cock and pussy alike, tall or […]