goodbye

I've been thinking a lot, and despite my best efforts, I cannot seem to write here anymore. This blog chronicles a beautiful and special time in my life and writing about anything else, just seems to pale in comparison - it feels out of place.

That being said, my life is changing, and as is implicit in change, I'm fairly positive it will never be the same again. I'm so happy to have found a place to share my sexual journey and to have met and heard from so many people, but I think the time has come.

In a short time, this blog will become private; this post is to say thank you for your continued comments and support. Thank you for reading.

I wish you all the best, in ALL your endeavours; sexy and otherwise.

dead sexy

I feel as if I'm flailing, but in reality, as I move I am surrounded by a peaceful aura. I hear applause, whistling and cheering even, and through the fogginess that has encapsulated me, I search for root of their excitement, only to realize that they are in fact cheering for me, and for red...

I have barely changed into my full length lace dress, protected from lustful eyes only by my simple black bra and the sliver of black cotton that are my panties, when she looks at me with her passionate eyes and invites me to play.

I follow alongside her, as always I am happy to let her lead as she finds us a chair. She quickly strips me naked, her touch feels amazing on my skin as she devours me with her fingertips, with her pinches, pokes and caresses. She has clothespins and clover clamps, but she also has a new toy, and the electricity travels along the surface of my skin - I try to stay still, I try to be good, I allow myself to give in.

Soon she leads me to a swing - it is surprisingly cosy and comfortable. Red is full of new tricks and she's excited to share them with me. With calmness and steady hands, she traces a small needle over the surface my breast - teasing me with the possibility, making me wonder, making me squirm and above all, making me want the needle embedded in my soft and tender flesh. I end up with one needle per side and for now, that's enough. She has promised to fist me and I know the intensity that entails.

I fear an awkwardness, when she begins the slippery descent of her fingers in my dripping pussy, but I need not worry, our bodies find the way without ease. As she wiggles and presses, pumps and pushes, my body arches, moans and matches her strokes. When she is finally inside of me, her body is pressed up against mine, pressing on the needles and touching my breasts. I feel her warm breath on my skin and I cum, and I squirt and I cum.

On this particular day, I don't invite her in for a second and third and...fisting. In the moment she emerged, our bodies separated and I think we both knew, this play session had come to its endpoint.

I sip my water and make my way to my feet. I feel as if I'm flailing...

Crave Strap Whip

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Another extremely enjoyable item from EdenFantasys - The Crave Strap Whip...

...The Crave Strap Whip makes me feel powerful, it makes me feel strong, and it makes me feel like a Top. It makes me want to hit someone and hear the lovely music of the leather, the flesh and the muted moans. ...

Read the rest of my review here...

Weighted Orgasm Balls

After a long wait, my review of the Pearl Weighted Orgasm Balls is up...Truth is, I was a little dissapointed, you can check out the details here...

R.I.P. Pixie

Only a few short years ago, I purchased my first dildo.

Only a few short weeks ago, I killed her.

I wish I hadn't, but now she's gone.

Like all good girls, I decided to give my dear dildo a bath. I placed her in a pot of water and turned it up to boil. I reduced the heat when the water began to bubble and I left her simmering away. Unfortunately, it wasn't until I got home, that I realized I had left the jacuzzi running, so to speak.

I said my good bye, my pixie was dead. Soft and pliable in a single spot, she had sizzled right to the bottom of my pot. The worst part is, not only is my dildo dead, my pot is permanently scarred - a constant reminder of my carelessness.

and so we played...

Black walls sheathed in sheer black fabric surround me, smooth red satin defines the panels of the walls and my ears are filled with the sounds of gentle giggles and sultry music. A glance to my right and I see the rack upon the wall that holds a large variety of kinky pleasures, paddles, floggers, canes, hot pink duct tape and more...mmm.

I'm on my back now, but my bum is happy, warm and red; the lucky recent recipient of hands, a paddle, a rubber flogger, a leather flogger and a cane. Now there is softness, roughness, silkiness, furriness and pokiness all taking a turn on my quivering body. My pussy is dripping by the time the Hitachi Magic Wand and my Two-Finger begin their barrage.

In the midst of the post-orgasm bliss, the hot wax emerges; I feel a heat between my legs that quickly intensifies as it passes down my slit. I moan, and I giggle as cup after cup of hot wax splashes over my body, my breasts, my belly, my cunt.

kinky semantics

Kink - I no longer hesitate when I think of the word. I believe that I am kinky, and just what exactly that means is gradually becoming clearer to me with each and every experience. I enjoy rope, I enjoy bondage, I enjoy spanking, caning, paddling...I've had amazing experiences with electricity, needles, wax...

If you've been reading here for a while, then you probably know that although it may be just semantics, I have always felt most comfortable with the terms TOP and BOTTOM, particularly when compared to the terms DOMINANT and SUBMISSIVE. As with many things kink, I'm starting to think that it may simply be about the power.

As a BOTTOM I give up my body; I allow it to be used, to be abused and if I'm lucky, to be bruised. To me, SUBMISSIVE somehow implies more. In addition to the physical, it is an emotional surrender of the soul and free will. I am confident that letting go is freeing, but it intimidates me nonetheless.

All that being said, I recognize that kink is about pushing boundaries, craving the experience and going for what you want, all within the confines of a safe and welcoming environment.

I was recently introduced to a Mistress with an eye open for a female sub. There's attraction, we get along great...and soon we'll play.

Then we will see.