Well, I don’t like to write those kind of posts too much about how wonderful and great and hot and sexay my life is and how awesome it is to be, you know, *the* Bitchy fucking Jones - queen of the motherfucking dominoes. But, oh, ’cause sometimes it so rocks to be me.
‘Cause everyone (who [...]
The other night Jack was above me, between my legs. Already rubber coated.
(And I don’t like to talk about my rather stereotypical penchant for rubber, but, god, I love condoms. The way they look, the way they smell. Even…
There’s a thing in cuckolding where the cuck has to chew the bull’s condom after he has [...]
One of the odd things about Club Pedestal - which is entirely not the fault of Club Pedestal itself, just something I noticed for the first time really being out and about among my ilk for the first time in forever -: it really is funny how money changing hands changes everything.
And how men’s desirability [...]
I wrote about CBT once before. About how basically I do not think it will ever have the same heart-heart place for dominant women as ridiculous amounts of whipping or cruel imprisonment. Simply because women don’t know enough about the C and B when ideas about T are being formed. (But you know, read the [...]
And so it came to pass after only about ten bazillion years or something that Hot Female Dominant Hot Dominant Utopia got updated.
I shall be in my bunk - with a laptop and a vibrator.
*skips*
(by *skips* I mean, er, *masturbates* really)
Men crying. It’s a such a secret thing. To see a (stoic, macho, my-kind-of) man cry you often have to be in a pretty intimate space with him and something rather relentlessly unpleasant has to be going on. (So you can kind of join the me-likey dots here.)
These pictures are from a 2005 project by [...]
Saturday morning. Weather like April. ‘Cause it is April. Sunny and rainy.
Never start with weather. Especially when you are writing about sex. Never start with the weather.
Saturday night then. Instead. Jack’s here. I missed him so much and now he’s back I feel a little like I still miss him. Like there’s still a bruise [...]
I live in a temperate climate. By the sea, in fact. It rains. It’s windy. It’s April and the weather is cruelest-month-typical, with sun turningabout into rain and squall quicker than my moods.
But some nights in my bed, in my head it’s wetter even than April showers. And wettest of all when my mind of [...]
So, prodoms, huh? You might think I talk about them too much. But every time I flick through some kinky magazine in search of kneeling, sneering, shavenheaded butch there they are thrusting their latex clad rentable boobies at me.
Really I’d leave them alone if they left me alone – but that doesn’t really look very [...]
You know what I say:
I say, there are as many dominant women as there are submissive men. There are enough for one each. It could all be fine. Bunches of women are more than capable of being turned on by male submission ‘cause it is hot.
But those women aren’t here because they are driven away [...]
