Edging is quite an adventure. I find that it takes such willpower to go right up to that edge and back off when every fiber of my being wants that gratification, that release. But backing off has rewards far
So I am headed off to DomCon next weekend. It happens every year at the LAX Hilton. Bless those people at the Hilton for hosting such a wild and spectacle-filled convention. Professional Dommes and Lifestyle Dommes come together along with
So tired last night. So much driving, so many events…whew! When I finally arrived home last night after teaching 2 pegging classes and then enjoying a fine dinner with my friend and host, Tiffany Yelverton (of EnticeMe.com) and one
I went to a FemDom party last night. It happens once a month. The affair is incredibly well managed, a wonderful event for women to enjoy being dominant, erotic, and a little twisted. There are elements of CFNM (clothed female,
“Hey babe?” My voice was loud enough to rise above the shower noise and carry into the bedroom. “Yeah?” I could hear the irritation in his voice. He hated it when I yelled for him. “I need some help, please!”
A long and stressful day. I wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and relax. I don’t often indulge in baths these days, solely because of the severe drought California is experiencing. But every once in
I have traveled around the internet, looking for the most coherent and accurate information about sex workers vs sex trafficking that I can find. I keep coming back to Maggie McNeill’s blog, and Mistress Matisse’s blog. Some Links for you:
OMG – this was delivered today. I took a delicious slice of time and assembled it per the instructions, and my imagination went absolutely WILD with possible sexual scenarios. I’ll be writing a review for this piece of art when
I love having my man naked around me. So that I can see all of him any time that I desire, and I can see the mood of his cock as well. Touching is easier, grabbing, too. Grabbing the parts
Six years ago today, I started this blog. At first it was more of a personal purging of sorts. I had kept my desires hidden and bottled up for so long, that I was bursting at my sexual seams! My