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One night, quite a while ago, K and I were playing rough. He got deep into me, physically and emotionally, was holding me down, hitting me, telling me he owned me — body, mind and soul. I was crying and saying “no”. I was consenting: “no” is not a safe word for us. Though I was crying, . . . → Read More: Safe Word A while ago, K said to me, “it’s kind of late, so let’s not have sex. Let’s just cuddle before I go to sleep.” I said, “okay,” and followed him into the bedroom. K told me, “take off your clothes, that’s cuddlier.” I pointed out that we’d end up having sex if we cuddled naked. K insisted that we wouldn’t, . . . → Read More: Told You So This post will contain spoilers for Terry Pratchett’s Men at Arms. If you haven’t read it, go do so. Read it? Good. Carrot is an alpha, a total sweetheart, and very, very hot. Angua, his lover, considers him her master. Anyone who reads much Terry Pratchett knows it’s not because she’s a woman. (Try to imagine Granny Weatherwax calling . . . → Read More: A Doggie Kind of Love I’ve been having a bit of a problem lately — K’s been too nice. When I suggest something while we’re having sex, he does it, very nearly every time. (This is usually something like “please choke me” or “please hold me down”.) Which is great, except it makes me feel like I have far too much control. I . . . → Read More: I Do Mean Dominate Me K informed me tonight that he was going to fuck me, and told me to go lie down on the bed and wait for him. While fucking me, he held me down and called me “whore”, “slut”, “bitch”, etc, and forced me to say I was all those things, and existed only for him to fuck. . . . → Read More: Mundane I have a new problem. Besides my lack of updates, I mean — that’s due to a sinus infection combined with NaNoWriMo and will fix itself soon. This problem is sexual, and it’s one I’ve never heard of before: right before I orgasm, I stop breathing. I’ve been having bigger orgasms than I used to, so maybe . . . → Read More: Breath K and I had sex three times yesterday. The last time, he grabbed me and fucked me without foreplay or lube. It was somewhat painful for me, since I wasn’t physically prepared, and it was awfully fun. He’s the one who paid for that today, with a chafed penis. I’m perfectly fine, of course. And have been . . . → Read More: A Reminder K used me three times the day before yesterday, including once at 7 AM when I really didn’t want to be used. (Though of course he still had my full consent.) Yesterday, I needed to not do anything sexual for most of the day, and I told him so. Sometimes I need to live in a . . . → Read More: Role Reversal I went from no sex to a lot of sex, much of it rough. This is like going from no exercise to training for a marathon. (Hyperbole.) I should have been doing stretches every day. Then I wouldn’t have woken up one day with lower back, hip, and thigh pain on my left side: piriformis . . . → Read More: Ouch I love bdsm toys. Bondage tape, floggers, gags, restraints, belts, hairbrushes, rope — whatever, I love them. They’re hugely fun, and I recommend everyone who likes sex get some (preferably from my affiliate links), even if for the lightest, most occasional use. Being bound and/or beaten into submission is a wonderful thing. But I must be honest. . . . → Read More: Control |
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