Out of Sync

People are all spacey and smiley when they’re done playing or giggling and comparing bruises. My fantasies and needs run more toward a torture scene than “The Secretary”.

Risk.

There is always the risk, the risk that this one thing or this cumulative pile of things will be the one that hurts too much, that breaks me – body, heart, mind… me.

Itch, Bitch, Chicken

The one where I say I’m losing my mind at least four times…
Shouldn’t it be gone by now? And me in a happy place, drooling on myself?

Spirals

Maybe I’m already insane.

ow!

Weekend was fab. Play party was fun….

Silent Screams

I remember a time when I would get itchy and twitchy for pain. It would gnaw at me, tear at me, cause me to become manic and wild eyed with the need.

That ever elusive subspace

And I do mean ever elusive.Everyone talks about it. Some seem to drop deep into it after just a few minutes. In 17 years I’ve never experienced it. I do not know what y’all are talking about. Honest to gods. I have, many times, been over the reasons why I like, need, crave and submit [...]


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