Hello, my kinky friends! Recently, I had to experience the dreaded mammogram. Yep, I’ve reached that age where docs start demanding all kinds of preventative care testing. Some of those tests are less fun than others. I’m on board with this particular exam. It’s important to ensure that one’s tatas are in good health! Like... Continue Reading →
In a previous post about back door sex, I introduced you to a beautiful, kinky woman…my best friend, Lola. Lola is sexy, fun, and vibrant, and we share a deep emotional connection. I admire her authenticity and her ability to tell people what they need to hear (even if they don’t particularly want to hear... Continue Reading →
Recently, a reader pointed out to me that I might become more precise in my use of language. As a writer, I felt my hackles go up a bit. I put a lot of effort into this blog, as time will allow, and I am proud of the way I express myself. However, through various... Continue Reading →
Sir spanked me today. Or, more specifically…Sir paddled my bottom today. I misbehaved last Friday and continued to pile it on this morning. And Sir doesn’t tolerate misbehavior from me. It all started last week. I had a couple of hard days with Daddy (around his health). He’d had a procedure that caused him a... Continue Reading →
He fucked her in long, slow strides. He’d bent her over the arm of the overstuffed living room chair, head down and bottom up, just how he liked her. She wore a skimpy black tank top, her panties down around her ankles. His hands were on her hips, controlling the rhythm, as he admired the... Continue Reading →
There is nothing better than the sweet, sweet orgasm that follows a good fucking. You may see stars, feel the heat of fireworks, or enjoy the sweet waves of pleasure washing over you as you lay there in that post-coital, blissful haze. Seriously, there is nothing better than that. God, I miss sex. But the... Continue Reading →
My Sir is a busy man. His work has occupied him more than usual lately, and he’s been traveling a lot. I have missed him, and the sexy ways we connect. I’ve missed feeling his eagle eyes watching my every move, keeping a close eye on my behavior. I’ve missed being accountable to him. But... Continue Reading →
Readers beware. The following is an emotional outburst more befitting an exhausted toddler than a mature woman in her 40’s. But I am so angry. At who, you might ask? Everyone, and no one. Myself? The world, maybe? This is not what I wanted my life to be. Tears burning behind my eyelids, my feelings... Continue Reading →
My dear readers, I love my blog. In this space, I have bared my soul. I’ve shared my experiences… the sexy ones, the painful ones, the embarrassing ones, the thrilling ones. I’ve been my authentic self in this space… and damn, that girl is kinky! I’ve made connections here. Most have been rewarding, thrilling, fulfilling... Continue Reading →
He watched her from the doorway, his arms crossed, his eagle eye trained on the back of her form. She had yet to sense his presence and her head was down, checking and rechecking the numbers, as she balanced the ledger. His eyes slid down the back of her body, taking in the curves of... Continue Reading →
Finding Strength in my Submission 