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    LDR – the little things

    When we started this it was about D/s. I wanted the experience of submission and specifically the experience of submission to Him. I didn’t think beyond that, thank God, because if I had seen what lay beyond pressing 2 as that lift door closed I might have quailed a little at the enormity of the journey ahead. But here we are, almost 6 years on and this is the interaction we have. It encompasses our kinks; His for my hair, mine for His kink for my hair and our connection. All of these are now subsumed by our love, of each other, for each other and for the quiet way…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – f is for

    For me – my collar, a tangible expression and reminder of our connection For Him – my body, sitting opposite Him at the table for Him to enjoy whilst we eat For Us – care of ourselves and each other so that we can enjoy many happy years together Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful with the letter f this week

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    2018 – I am changed

    Sitting on his leather sofa in front of the fire and surrounded by the contented snores of sundry animals, I pause to consider what this year has meant to me, to us, and who has been a co-conspirator and fellow traveller along the way. Two main themes leap out at me as lie in His arms in the limbo land between Christmas and New Year. Those of endings and beginnings, the Alpha and Omega of life if you will. Many of you will know, indeed will have so kindly offered support through the last year of my dad’s decline and his death in late September. There is no getting away…

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    KOTW – collars

    I am His – this is one of the ways I know it The sting of the wings Imprinted on my shoulders by your belt. Each stroke creates a sting, creates a gasp, creates an involuntary twist away, followed by a voluntary twist back. Each stroke is accompanied by a wish that this will be the last stroke, followed swiftly by a desire for it not to be. Your sulky cock, aroused by our sinuous tango, pushes in and pulls out, each thrust accompanied by sting, gasp, twist, twist. Your hand in my hair arching my back, we ride out and across the sky, sting, gasp, twist, twist Collared anew,…