26th April 2011 What does a kink mean to me? My kinks are things that turn me on, that make me wet, that make me growl and grumble and generally turn me into a slutty bitch. That doesn’t mean I HAVE to have them in order to be turned on. If you can’t get wet…
30th March 2011 “I want clear and unfettered access to that sexy arse of yours Slutmine” Rolling over next to Him I lay still and silent and wait for whatever he has in mind…. “No, not like that” he says…. “Turn around, present it to me, I want to see it clearly and I am…
21st February 2010 “Now, where were we Slutmine?” “Sir?” “Oh come now my love, don’t tell me you have forgotten already?” “Forgotten Sir?” I reply, my brow furrowing in puzzlement. You chuckle as you take my chin between your fingers and tilt my face up to yours…. “Such a pretty little confused look, my darling…
24th December 2010 I wonder what you are all doing this evening. Parties, wrapping presents, snuggling up with the one you love or maybe having an pre Christmas fuck….. Well whatever it is I hope it’s good for you. I have been playing. Noooo, not like that, although it was VERY tempting I will admit,…
23rd Aug 2010 Of all the tasks he sets me, I do so love a writing task. I love writing, but I often find that I over think about what to write and don’t actually just getting on and write it, and so when I am given a topic and a deadline it provides that…
14 days to go….. It has been 4 months since I had ‘fuck me that was amazing, I can hardly breathe let alone walk, talk or find my knickers’, type sex. I know, now you are all wondering, thinking, hmm, have we been reading someone else’s blog all this time? Well let me reassure you…
January 7th 2010 Isn’t it pretty? So smooth and cold to the touch, it looks like a work of art and I just couldn’t resist it. Actually that’s not strictly true I did make the initial suggestion and then presented him with a shortlist but he made the final selection. It was a good choice.…
January 2nd 2010 The Christmas decorations are finally back in their box and the tree is a shadow of its former self now that’s its striped bare and in the recycling bin. I know it’s a few days early but in years gone by I have ended up doing this task at close to midnight…
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