Am I allowed to say that just like “the notion of dread” is a fetish? Because, my gosh, the look in her eyes.
hood
“The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.” – Robert Pinsky, “In Defense of Allusion”
The only thing keeping me from going to really dark places,
is the fear that I won’t want to come back.
Some things from my trip to see @doctortease:
1. I’ve received further confirmation that I’m a tough cookie.
2. Because it turns out I, uh, really like electricity. Particularly in the form of TENS units. (It’s a really fun form of pain!!!)
3. That said I totally can’t cum when a TENS unit is switched back on at the last minute.
4. Until I, um, can? Because it’s gotten that intense?
5. Another fun insight: if you get a rope wet and hit me with it, I’ll actually bruise. In like a pretty, firework-y kind of way.
6. It’s really fantastic to have nice friends in cool places, but it’s also great to be home.
7. (That said, I am so fucking jetlagged.)
Teasing the slave with a knife.
I’ve been craving knife play so MUCH lately…
My bed. Wakey wakey.
Maybe I’d try it. I don’t know, maybe just once? If you promise to stay close and hold me if I cry.
Hi, can I live here sometimes? Vacation? Maybe?
Today, I’m posting images and fantasies and stories that make me blush so much that I can barely admit I like them.
Starting with one of the blushiest outfits I can imagine having to wear to a play party ever.
I love the contrast between the dehumanization that the hood offers and the tenderness of the way he’s speaking to her and petting her.
I can’t cum when I’m nervous or scared. But I’ve got a few ideas as to how that might be overcome.