More and more I’ve been thinking about the various men I have met and been with throughout my life. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could take a small souvenir of them to build what I’ve dreamed in my mind as: Franken-Toy. Franken-Toy would be my personal fuck toy. He would look, think, act, and … [Read more…]
If you’re a submissive male and you’ve signed yourself up for BDSM, you might as well signed in blood. You beg, plead, throw grown men tantrums, and all but cry to get the things you “want”. But honestly it’s never about what you want. Part of your submissive appeal is that you are just that…submissive. … [Read more…]
The epic theoretical battle that I’ve been fighting with in my head for a couple of months. If the two were liquids, they’d be oil and water. They are not meshing well. Each has their own pros and their own cons. The Boyfriend: The traditional beau. He’ll woo you until he gets you (or gets … [Read more…]
I almost forget how much I enjoy seeing the look on my new bf’s face when we are playing. It’s a heavenly mixture of fear and arousal that gets me wet just thinking about it. We’ve been playing on and off when we see each other at night. One night he begged me to spank … [Read more…]
That’s what the new bf whispered to me tonight while we were lying in bed tonight. We had just winded down an intense ten minutes of biting and scratching and dry humping and he sounded almost out of breath with his question. “What kind of game,” I asked him playfully. “A game where you’re a … [Read more…]
I woke up this morning naked, drunk, in a strange apartment and slightly sore between my legs. I know, that’s one hell of a Thursday night…but let me back up the story so I don’t come off sounding like a five-dollar hooker who was slipped some roofies. Tuesday night I had my first real kiss … [Read more…]
It’s funny how when you first embark on something new and unfamiliar you find yourself trying to predict what will befall you. Sometimes, I try to think of the most absurd things happening and then try to plan ahead for that. I am a planner with things that are important to me. I try to … [Read more…]
Owning a slave is much like owning a bike. You don’t just loan your bike to anyone. Maybe your sister (after insistent begging), your neighbor and your best friend. I did the latter. I let my friend play with my slave last night. She had begged and begged and since I was feeling nice I … [Read more…]
It’s only been 3 days since I last wrote but it feels like I have been missing very important therapy sessions. Writing in general has always calmed me, helped me make sense of otherwise messy thoughts, and just downright feels and sounds good. I also like the sound of keys clacking immensely. But what could … [Read more…]
