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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 And it’s on the man who’s sleeping in my bed. I have a ton of things I need to write. My backlog is huge. I don’t feel unable to write, either: no writer’s block at the moment and my flu is fading. But all I can think about is how much I love K. Maybe it’s because we . . . → Read More: I Have a Crush I’m about to go to bed, where K and I will cuddle. The kitties are ahead . . . → Read More: Cuddling 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 Labyrinth was one of my favorite movies when I was a young teenager. It still is. In a fit of pique, the heroine, Sarah, wishes the goblins would take her baby brother away, not knowing that her favorite story is real, that she’s the protaganist, and that the Goblin King loves her and will grant her wish. . . . → Read More: You have no power over me 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 Last night, K and I roleplayed a long, involved ravishment scenario. I told him that he couldn’t be too rough, too cruel, or too frightening. He held me down, hurt me, threatened me, and said I was only good for fucking. The things he said and did finally made me cry. I had never cried while “in . . . → Read More: Hurt and Comfort K and I had planned a long and involved ravishment scene tonight. I was really looking forward to it. Then I got cramps. “Long and involved” does not go well with cramps. Very disappointing. A few hours ago, K asked me if I wanted to have sex. Well yes of course I did; I nearly always want . . . → Read More: Playing I have a tummy. It is not small. When I was in my mid-20s, my tummy was flat. I wasn’t eating enough — I didn’t have an eating disorder, but I was terrible at taking care of myself. As I started heading toward my 30s, and eating rationally, my tummy grew a bit, but I could still . . . → Read More: My tummy (Note: the following post should not be taken as advice. It is only my personal experience.) “Don’t beat yourself up.” That is what therapists have told me, self-help books have told me, friends and family have told me. Telling yourself how terrible you are is self-defeating, it paralyzes you, it doesn’t help. You . . . → Read More: Don’t Beat Yourself Up |
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