It’s past ten o clock. Late for me. (The night before I fell asleep on Jack and Pan during the second episode of Big Brother. (We are such sexual unconventioneers).)
Jack’s watching Battlestar Galactica. He’s still on season one – but he’s moving fast enough through them that he might end up watching the finale [...]
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 [...]
So look, I love Charlie Brooker normally. I’ve loved him pretty much forever and ever. Certainly, since when he was just that snarky website. Maybe I identify with him someway somehow, but, o’ course he chose to snark about TV and here I am snarking about some ridiculous asshatted sexual sub culture that I choose [...]
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)
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 [...]
Lately, in my head, has been a man. And he is quite insistent. Not going anywhere. His hands are tied behind his back.
Tied with rope. That’s odd for me. Not handcuffs. Not duct tape. Rope. Rough, tight rope. Tight and firm enough to make his muscles bulge as he tests its strength.
I have to imagine [...]
You Think I’m ‘not really dominant’? You’re right
This is one of those posts where I just whine at you for a thousand words. It doesn’t help or achieve anything. All it does is show you my soft woundable insides. Or, really my soft woundable outsides – seeing as how I don’t wear an outer coating [...]
I could write masses about this. I’d need a guy with a really huge back.
Heat World (everyone’s favourite guilty bookmark) don’t understand this product endorsement. Maybe their brains don’t connect the dots like mine: Becks. Nice. Write demeaning things all over his naked body with the pen.
Make a mark on his wrist every time [...]
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 [...]
