…And nothing hurt: Masochist Musings
I like lingerie – I like wearing things that make me feel sexy and slutty, and I also like wearing sports bras and boxers and feeling tough, cool, lightly masculine. My favourite kinds of loungewear, however, are roomy pyjama bottoms, brushed flannel, too-big t-shirts belonging to my partner that I hide before he leaves.
Bruising like this leaves me tender and vulnerable for weeks afterwards, it affects my day-to-day and is a constant reminder that I am someone who wants this to happen to me, who lets someone harm me beyond the level where it can be brushed off, moved past.
This week I’ve been finding other fun things to do in my hotel room whilst I’m not allowed to touch […]
Apart from my masochism and love of pain, it’s one of the reason I tend to gravitate towards sadists, as even if someone isn’t physically stronger than me they can easily overpower me if they are willing and eager to hurt me.
A year ago I was on the exact same holiday – the same dates, even – unable to sleep for the entire trip, because I was beginning to realise that the feelings I had for the man I’d started seeing were a lot more serious than I’d bargained for.
The Sinful Sunday prompt this week was “Shadows” and for once I am posting on theme! Featuring a pair of […]
I adore canes. When me and Kristan do impact play it nearly always includes canes, and it’s also one of the things I fantasise about a lot. I love the immediacy of the biting sting that is impossible to block out, I love the noise it makes both whipping through the air and on impact, and I especially love the marks it leaves me with.
There is a crack in everything – that’s how the light gets in…
This week’s #sinfulsunday features my arse, the day after being severely and professionally caned by a pro-domme friend of mine. […]
