There was a time when I couldn't stand touch. As a child I was always loved, my family were close-knit and always there for me, no matter what. But it was never shown in a tactile way. Love was shown through actions rather than hugs and kisses. My adolescence saw me exploring sex in all... Continue Reading →
The barefoot sub and her barefoot friend went out to play. It's sinfully good to be barefoot in company.
I encased my feet in wax so as to stop them from running away. Actually that's not entirely true. My heart is not encased in stone. It beats on even when it feels like it is forever broken. Love can hurt, but not loving hurts even more. And it would take more than a little... Continue Reading →