Sunday, January 8, 2017


I've been perusing my blog archives lately trying to summon inspiration.

So close.

I'm almost there.


Friday, August 12, 2016


note to self to post about sexy vacation..long overdue....and lunchtime tryst in the park with the coolest guy today....beard, tattoos, bald, single.

UPDATE: Single guy mentioned above? NOT SINGLE. Ugh.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Sleeping in

Lazy Sunday between the sheets

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Thursday night possessions

Cash's hand on my leg after messy and frantic lovemaking is especially special tonight. I'd brought him dinner and we ate and talked in his shop before going up the stairs and collapsing into bed. He's tired and not feeling well but our playtime is a momentary escape and afterward the cuddling and laughing resume. He sings to me.

His hands had been everywhere on my body just moments before I took this photo. Hands on my ass, giving me proper spankings; the kind that make me first gasp, then cry out, writhe, and turn bright red. Hands around my neck squeezing just enough yet not too much. Hands in my hair forcing my head back and then forward to pull my mouth onto his hardness, taking in all of him. Hands slapping my face, owning me. Hands grasping my breasts and fingers pulling at my nipples while I lay back and use my favorite toy.

I let him film me while I worked his thickness with my lips and tongue, then at his request placed his cock between my breasts, and then back again to my mouth. Knowing he'll use that video later when he's in bed alone turns me on immensely.

His hand on my leg though. That's my favorite part.


Thursday, July 7, 2016

down and dirty

Let's catch up a bit shall we?  Since two posts ago I've spent a lovely night with Cash, have been fucked over Mr. Man's office desk (by Mr. Man btw), have enthusiastically reentered Alex and Tyler's bed, been to two burlesque shows, Ethan got married, someone I was once very close to instructed me to go away (I have complied), and last week was Mr. Man and my vacation o' debauchery with Frances and Bruno. 

Whew. Busy girl. 

Thursday, June 16, 2016

It's been a while

And I have much to talk about. But right now I just want to say how freeing it feels to be completely, openly,

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Part I

I walked down the hallway and nervously adjusted the short dress He'd instructed me to wear. It was His favorite, all black and low cut; its slinky texture clung to my breasts and ass like thin wet fabric. The sound of my strappy red stilettos was muffled against the ugly abstract patterns on the hotel carpet. The five inch heels accented my calves and elongated my already long legs in a way only uncomfortable but drop dead sexy footwear can. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of one of the tacky Kinkade-esque prints hanging on the wall. He had told me how to fix my hair, how He wanted my makeup done, even what color polish to put on my nails and toes. Thankfully, my nervousness was hidden behind a painstakingly coiffed, submissive sex kitten visage.

I stopped in front of Room 454 and paused with my hand on the door for a few seconds trying to steady my breath and calm my heartbeat. The door was unlocked, as I had been told it would be. The metal handle turned slowly and I slipped inside the dark room and fumbled to close the security deadbolt. I was enveloped in silence and utter blackness. It had been a long time since I'd done this and I had managed to quell the ache until I just couldn't any longer. I wanted this.

With no warning my body was slammed into the door and my wrists were pinned above me. I cried out with surprise at the violent and sudden assault. My left cheek flattened against the hard surface, breasts, belly, hips and thighs pressed into submission on the cold metal door. I could feel His breath on my hair and the hardness of Him pushing into my bottom. He didn't say anything, just held me there and breathed heavy panting breaths that matched my own. I wanted to struggle but I was paralyzed with a combination of fear of this Man who was clearly in control of my entire body and the sexual furor that was happening in my mind. 

Finally the pressure on the length of my body lessened a bit as He gathered both of my wrists into one of His large hands and roughly groped me with the other. I had been ordered not to wear a bra or panties and He seemed to be checking for compliance. He gripped and squeezed my breasts through my dress like a savage, twisting my nipples causing quick bursts of pain. He tugged my hem up over my ass and forcibly parted my legs with His knee. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard as if testing for ripeness and then moved elsewhere. His fingers were brutal in their exploration of my pussy. He spread wide my slick lips and inserted a finger, then two, three, and finally four. I could only hope He was sufficiently pleased with the wetness He found there.