I will claw at your flesh. Tearing you away from yourself. From inside the shell that lies to you. When you kneel before me there will be no lies. Only the glorious, blinding truth of your submission. Bruises will rise upon your skin. In the places where my teeth ripped the shame away. There will […]
Image originally published as Healing Waters Grief never ends … But it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith … It is the price of love. Unknown When I started this blog I never imagined I’d end up writing about my […]
why else are we here …. … if not to live with … … unreasonable passion for things butterflies rising
When I was little I wanted to be a myriad of things. All to my mind great had great prospects and growing up to do any one of those careers would have been amazing. However, none of them ever came to fruition because I let myself be guided by other people, despite their own lack […]
Perhaps it has always been there, this thing, this demon inside me. Or behind my back, waiting for me to turn around. Vanessa Ives – Penny Dreadful
I currently have a scene in mind that I want to do with Bakji, elements of which we have done before, but the specifics of how it would currently play out are a good exploration of this particular kink. I want to go out and buy Bakji new panties, perhaps a nice pair of tights […]
Lick. Suck. Touch. Fuck. Dirty words fuelling hedonistic trysts. Greedy slut begging for eager dick. Love? Shhhh … No, not love. Love is for poets. Love is for fools. It’s not about dripping cunts and mouths that drool. You touched me, everywhere. You probed and pushed. We fucked. We fucked. We fucked up. I felt […]
My entry for round five on the Smut Marathon was The Cursed Women. I know many of you will have read it when you read the round five entries, but I suspect more of you haven’t read it and seeing as it fits with this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt of fantasy, I am sharing it […]
For this week’s Lingerie Is For Everyone post I shared two images accompanied by the following quote .. ‘When you feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul, you can’t imagine letting anyone close who isn’t perfectly meant to intertwine with it.’ The moment I read that quote it resonated with me but when it […]
When you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul you can’t imagine letting anyone close who isn’t perfectly meant to intertwine with it butterflies rising
