Lockdown has provided plenty of food for thought.
It turns out I'm a touchy feely sensation slut. I thought I had always been averse to touch, there isn't a time I remember enjoying the touch of P. His hands, his body, his tongue and his beard... all made me recoil for as far back as I can think. Taking my sexuality back I... Continue Reading →
I'm actually quite fond of my pussy. I like the way that I can drive myself insane with touch. I also like the way that it can send men a little bit crazy... When Sir was learning my body through physical contact and video clips there was also a large amount of self discovery occurring.... Continue Reading →
When I first met K I couldn't possibly have known how things would develop. After having my first son I had awful post-natal depression and couldn't bond with him. When he turned 3 I realised that I liked him, and it was such a relief! While I never wanted anything bad to happen to him,... Continue Reading →
Nothing could have prepared me for the sense of loss and abandonment that I felt. It is hard remembering how difficult I found the first few weeks. I had given part of me to this man and then he left, taking that part with him. Aside from sending him the email I didn't really know... Continue Reading →
Once more I am back in the hotel room with Sir. I had arrived as planned, followed the instructions given to me to the letter, and stood facing the door, naked but for the blindfold that was waiting on the handle. Not even heels, today I was allowed to be barefoot. I had been told... Continue Reading →