Earlier this year our stars aligned and we were gifted with a kid’s free weekend, glorious summer weather and no other commitments and so we gathered together food and drinks and headed off to our favourite naturists/swingers spa near Heathrow. We were even so organised that we arrived not long after they opened and managed…
Run your fingers over the marks. The ones you made with the flogger and the metal rod. That yesterday burned red and hot on my skin but today have turned to dark angry bruises that fester beneath the surface. Touch them, let your fingers trails over each one, tracing the patterns you left behind with…
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows… The sound of the belt buckle as he undoes it and the distinctive noise of it sliding through the loops of his trousers always makes my breath catch in the back my throat. Even if it just him taking his belt of…
The other night while lying in bed scrolling through a sea of Tumblr porn vaguely looking for something to share with @domsigns I came across a picture of a knife, a very sharp beautifully curved blade being used to cut a woman’s pubes. Sadly, because I was tired and not concentrating I didn’t mark it…
Last night I sat and wrote a post for This D/s Life about my relationship with pain. In fact what I really wrote about was why I often endure pain to get what it is I really love; marks. As a result I was looking through all the pictures I had of me with marks…
Tomorrow we are going to a CM/nf (Clothed Male/naked female) event which, despite being fairly happy to fling of my clothes at the drop of a camera, still always makes me slightly nervous. Taking my photographs I am still pretty much in control of who and what people see, at this event I am completely…
Tell me your secret desires, whisper them into my ear. I want to hear them, in your words with your voice no matter what they are or who they are about. I want to know them, all of them. The dirtier the better, don’t hold back, give me every last droplet of filth that you…
I am fairly sure that my blog gives off the impression that I am a masochist; that I derive pleasure from pain. It is a label I have thought about a lot mainly because despite looking like one, acting like one, responding like one and sounding like one, I am, in the true sense of…
Cat tails… leave trails… that delight and excite Cutting across… tender flesh…with a sting and a bite Each stroke…. paints seven…. tales of desire Red lines… fine stripes… the perfect attire *This is the 3rd post (and the letter C) in the A – Z blogging Challenge
Two Sunday’s ago I posted this image, On Point, which showed the gift I gave to @domsigns for Christmas along with my thoughts about it. A few days later I wrote another post, A Heady Union, about our kinkless Christmas due to illness and the resulting build up of tension between us as we approached…
Sometimes Kink of the Week has me saying things that make me wonder if Jade is all part of a great big set up. This week her chosen topic is crops. For no reason in particular the crop has been lingering at the bottom of the play bag and has not seen the light of…
The fire crackles in the hearth, the flames are gone but the heat is strong, powerful. It broods away in the centre of the room a living creature that glows with life. I am mesmerized by it my thoughts lost in its fiery heat. The once dark coals now ripple with warmth casting their light…
Flushed Red hot My skin burns Use me like this Ignore my protest For they are lies The truth is I want more Always more *You can read more about my thoughts on canes and see others images from this series on my Kink of the Week Post: Love/Hate Mollyxxx Ps… Click on the icon…
I don’t like you… hmmm, maybe that is not strictly true but I certainly don’t like the look of you. You look stingy and evil, there is nothing beautiful about you, you don’t flow and caress like the flogger you are all straight, firm, mean and nasty and yet…. I hate the bite of you…
With every touch my skin warms a little more until eventually it throbs with a burning heat. I dance beneath you, accepting you and denying you in equal measures. I fight this fight because my body forces me too but in my brain and on my lips are the words; more, harder…. Mark me! Leave…
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