A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
Do you remember your first orgasm? How old were you? Tell us about it. My first orgasm happened while I sat on my brothers bedroom floor (he wasn't there) I could tell you about it again, or I could send you back here to the beginning and show you the start of my depravity... What is... Continue Reading →
This weeks Food for thought Friday prompt has struck a chord with me. After such a wonderful birthday last week, full of kinky goodness and family time, I have been pondering what else I am grateful for. The UK may not celebrate Thanksgiving but it certainly doesn't hurt to think about the question posed this... Continue Reading →
New things are exciting and scary. July has been a mixed bag for me, but it definitely feels like a very positive month. This last TMI Tuesday of July has given me the chance to reflect. Tell it to us straight or sexy… 1. One thing that you will never do again? I will never clean a dirty rolling-pin... Continue Reading →
Marvellous questions for this weeks TMI Tuesday, I wonder if my responses will take your breath away? If not, perhaps the views will.
I was looking at the world through a new pair of eyes. Having spent much of the last two years under the watchful gaze of Sir it was strange to see the whole kinky world opening up before me in a new way. He had helped me to see the person that I was in... Continue Reading →
With my meeting with B fast approaching K had also brought up the subject of joining us. She broached the subject with me one evening over dinner. We often spent the evening together at hers when my boys were with their dad and her partner was at work. She kept me updated with their (her... Continue Reading →
The next few months showed no sign of letting up in worries for either Sir or myself. I had a rumbling back injury and was unable to run. The lack of intense exercise and layers of trouble with P led to a dip in my mental health. Fortunately I was in touch with support from... Continue Reading →
It was with great anticipation that I stood outside his room on a wet and windy January evening. My company had been requested earlier in the day, and K had agreed to look after my children so that I could go out to visit Sir. It would cost me having her daughter to stay the... Continue Reading →
I remember that evening clearly. It was a couple of days before my birthday, almost a year to the day since I had ended my marriage and I was having a moment of reverie. Thinking about how life was so much better since moving P out, new friendships and how I would love to see... Continue Reading →
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