the life and musings of a kinky slut
My life infects my writing.My writing infects my life. – me, in a random moment of realization and blunt honesty So there was this moment at work. Well, no, it wasn’t actually at work, but it was during the break between our setup and our tear down. It was this subtle little thing, a blink […]
~ a fictional truth ~ When you came home, tired from work, grumpier than normal. When you flopped down on the couch, kicked off your shoes, and said you wanted nothing more than to be left alone. When I slowly crept beside you, and softly asked if you wanted me to rub your shoulders. Or […]
I wanted to do it myself. Looking around, it was obvious that most attending this class came with their partner. This was not surprising; the ultimate goal inherently could be a very bonding activity between two people. But I came for me, to explore something I had recently found as fascinating, alluring, something I wanted. […]
ForgivenessThe hardest part of NaNo, and something I’ve been struggling with as a goal for this year, is forgiveness. As a writer, as an artist, I logically know that my vision isn’t going to just fall from me onto my screen in its perfect form conveying all the emotions and depth of feeling that I […]
~ a story ~ It isn’t like I want to feel this way. I don’t. I don’t want to be sad or upset or feel adrift. I don’t want to think on you longingly or hope for something I know will never happen. Because I know it will never happen. I love you. Fuck, I […]
“Why are you sending me a postcard?”“Because I can.”It was my last moments in London. That morning, my last morning in London, we’d fucked like it was the last time for a long time, because we both knew it would be the last time for a long time. But now, a few hours later, we […]
I was nervous, terrified even. I was going to try this, going to let myself go to a place where I didn’t know how I would react. I talked about it with him first. “For our scene, could you do something for me? Could you take off my necklace?” With all of the emotions wrapped […]
I was fried, hanging on by a thread. And then the thread was cut. We were out to dinner, a group of nine of us, sitting around a large table in a pub about a fifteen minute walk from the Flying Dutchman. We were all tired, the rush of the Grue slamming to a halt […]
– At Rope Camp, my NYR Cabin name was changed. I asked for the switch; Cabin Bitch didn’t feel right to me anymore. I am now Cabin Scribe. It seemed fitting to me, what with my recounting of our harrowing events of last year (and this one as well). Murphy worried that the name change […]
I’ve spent most of my free time thus far during my London trip reading an iconic BDSM novel, Story Of O by Pauline Reage. I’d heard of the book before I purchased it on a whim at Rope Camp. Having learned that it was the basis for two sites on kink.com (The Training Of O […]