Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it's a hard life.
Exposing myself at a medieval cross brought a smile to my face. Exploring the moor with friends is so much fun. Who knew??? See what everyone else is up to by clicking the lips: It would be sinful not to mention The Scavenger Hunt as I tick another location (The giant cross) off of the location list. Sinfully... Continue Reading →
Racing is a term I use loosely in regards to my running. I've always enjoyed events, but since getting back into running at the beginning of the year I have been drawn to trail events. Last weekend saw me tick off three more tors for my Tits Out Tor Bagging challenge, and I picked up a... Continue Reading →
I may have mentioned my tasks once or twice already but they are such an important part of my relationship with Sir... So I will continue... There were many tasks which had an obvious reason. My liaison with M was a way for sir to see whether I was ready to push myself away from the... Continue Reading →
By asking him to consider me for his next submissive I had taken that first step onto a staircase which I couldn't possibly see all of. I had put my faith in him, trusting him from the outset, no doubt in my mind that I was on my way somewhere. At this point I had... Continue Reading →