• Words

    Connection, intimacy and time

    We have a routine, He and I.  I have written about it before.  The morning message, the shared journey to work, the cheerful ‘coffee?’ as we both grab a bit of space mid morning, the ‘lunch?’ reminder, the so welcome ‘tea?’ halfway through the afternoon, and the questioning ‘done?’ followed by the triumphant ‘done!’ as we both leave work.  Then we chat about our day until we both head to our evenings to reconvene around 9.15 for the last hour and a half of the day before curling up together and saying ‘night love xx’. We both know this is remote, believe me we do, but this rhythm frames our…

  • Words

    I don’t want to write this post

    There was a time when every encounter brought words gushing out of me. I had no trouble creating imaginative connections, new neural pathways were being forged, synapses were sparked, emotions were unlocked and I flowed, like a river towards the sea, always towards Him He was my ocean and I bathed in Him. I wrote for Him. He was my Master and when I struggled to start a piece I would ask Him for words. His words, His specific way of seeing the world opened up so much to me and I was made anew by His presence and touch. He made me gasp and tremble and cry with pain.…

  • Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – afternoon delight

    Those who follow me on Twitter know the hashtag #InAField is synonymous with us spending quality time together. This weekend has involved a morning competing in an event and then a first meeting for M with YD. By the time 4pm came it was time for a very welcome reconnection. Don’t forget to click on the lips below to see what other wonderful images have been posted this week

  • Words

    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…

  • Words


    my hand and put it where you need my touch. Arrange my limbs to suit your purpose on this cold wintry day. Do you need my heat? Want my moist lips around your velveted head? Require me only to accept you in? Take it. Grind my face into the scent of you. Place your hand on my head and push me down, so close my nostrils cannot allow breath in. Fill my mouth with you. Have me moan and wriggle with pleasure mixed with drops of fear. Laugh as you release me, and I gasp and drool, pupils wide with arousal, mouth still open as instructed. Tease my nipples with…