Casualties

This fucking pandemic has really screwed around with everyone. I guess I’m lucky in not getting sick and having just received my second dose of the Moderna vaccine. I’ve had several close friends get ill and one person I know has died. But I also haven’t escaped unscathed as my relationship with Sir has apparentlyContinue reading “Casualties”

To Fuck or Not to Fuck

I didn’t fuck the boy. I thought about it. I agonized about it. I wanted to, but in the end, I couldn’t. The first evening, after spending quite some time with my fist in it, I was staring at a beautiful gaping hole and a boy in heat wanting more. A boy I wanted toContinue reading “To Fuck or Not to Fuck”

The Pup, The Playroom, and The Freakishly Large Hands

I slept quite soundly the night I met the pup. In fact, I slept very soundly. I guess it was a sort of mini-vacation and I didn’t realize how much stress there has been lately. I did get a bit stressed when I realized I didn’t have the new Netflix password. I was deep inContinue reading “The Pup, The Playroom, and The Freakishly Large Hands”

Deeper Reflections

I think I’ve been inhabiting the submissive side of my sexuality for so long lately that I have neglected my whole being. As I look back, I have spent the better part of my post-pubescent life as a Top, and a smaller, yet eminently satisfying, part as a bottom. I’m using Top/bottom somewhat interchangeably withContinue reading “Deeper Reflections”

The Struggle is Palpable

Readers of this blog know I identify as predominantly Dominant with a submissive side I enjoy exploring. That’s how much of my sex life has been. I’ve always been involved with, dated, or married, in Tripp’s case, a sub. Sir was the Dom in my life, and that was an almost perfect balance for me.Continue reading “The Struggle is Palpable”

La Petite Mort

In modern usage, this term has generally been interpreted to describe the post-orgasmic state of unconsciousness that some people have after having some sexual experiences. I’ve read about this and was familiar with the concept, but I’ve never experienced it, until this past week when Tripp gave me what is arguably the most intense orgasmContinue reading “La Petite Mort”

It Was Supposed To Be Foreplay

It happened again, for the second time in my locked life. I came “hands free”, which is how I want to come when I am allowed, but doesn’t seem to happen. While it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, it wasn’t supposed to happen that way, at least not quite soContinue reading “It Was Supposed To Be Foreplay”