I take a distinct pride in knowing that even if he doesn’t want to identify as “Daddy,” I still got under his skin and managed to make him sortofkindoflikeit.
Month: June 2013
“You’re just far too little and you’d be up far too late to play with Daddy and his friends. But, look, all of your little friends are right here, just in time for bedtime.”
Nanking Decade: Schadenfreude is a powerful force
LinkNanking Decade: Schadenfreude is a powerful force
Dear Tumblr, I had not expected the overwhelming response to my little game with my girl. I had expected 30, maybe 50, but certainly not close to 200 notes. I appreciate that the enthusiasm was well-meaning, but I will take this opportunity to remind everyone that fun and erotic…
I have always had trouble trusting people, in and out of the bedroom. In kink, it manifested in me shying away from vulnerability and using my safeword long before I had left my comfort zone. I did not trust the person to know when to stop or to understand my boundaries.
I tried to put on a brave face about how many people liked and reblogged. I had wanted to enjoyed it – I thought I was going to like it. But I also thought it wouldn’t surpass 30ish likes.
But I honestly felt upset and nauseous. I’m still unsure what specifically bothered me.
It means a lot to me that long before this post was made, he expressed that he would not be sticking to the crazy 3 hour span that this spawned. And it means even more that he took my reluctance seriously.
I told him that I trusted him to intervene before things became too much. He honored my trust. So I suppose something really great did come out of this.
Hmph.
StandardPouting because I have the meanest followers ever.
You know why.
So, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Craftsmate and I will not be making it out to the woods this weekend (boo.)
However, he’s already come up with something blushy we can do for part of that day and put it on his tumblr.
And, no, of course I won’t like or reblog it. I’m a brat like that.
(But all of you that do are meanies!)
How I wish we could pull this off.
“On second thought, bitch, I like you much better down there.”
“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t get to sleep,” – Rumi.
Hrm.
StandardIn an interesting twist of events, I’ve got an opportunity to go to a foot fetish party and basically get paid to let people play with and lick my feet. It’s really good money and I wouldn’t use my real name, but I’m not sure if this is something that could bite me in the ass one day.
Thoughts? Anyone have experience with this sort of stuff? Anecdotes? Tips?