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Exploring Bondage

Bondage is an interesting topic for me to write about and it is not something I have written about much before. Synonymous with the image of BDSM, and yet it is probably one of my lesser kinks. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy to be tied, restrained, spread and splayed until I am completely at the mercy of HL, but I don’t think bondage as a kink on its own does it for me in the way that some other things do. That being said, there are things within this very broad area which do have a more specific […]

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Hold my hand

And you hold my hand

Through it all you hold my hand. You take it in yours and you shelter and keep it safe. You envelope yours, the larger, around about it and protect it from the world. Whatever happens, you hold my hand. And as you do, you squeeze your words into my brain. You tell me that you want me, that you need me. You tell me that I am safe and that I am strong. You let me know that you are there and that I am not on my own in dealing with the things that come my way, our way. […]

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Picture is of Eye lying on a bed. used for story- I want to spank you

I want to spank you

“I want to spank you.” Giggling, she collapsed onto the bed. “I am serious,” he said, watching her from his chair across the room. She felt her face flush slightly as a wave of heat seemed to crawl upwards from her feet, snaking its way up her body.  His words sat in the silence and danced. Was he serious? She didn’t know him well enough to tell. Surely not? This wasn’t the sort of thing people did was it? I mean, she had read about stuff like this before but not ever thought about it happening or what it would […]

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girl - Can you see me

Can you see me?

Ceit struggled along the path, careful not to trip on the fallen branches. It was deserted along here which was what she wanted. She was fed up. With them, with him, with everything. She was indignant too. How dare they do this to her? How could they mess things up like this? She trudged through the forest in a way that only someone so completely absorbed in their own feelings could, and so was startled when she noticed something up ahead. She slowed and looked around, unaware of where she was. How far had she come? As she got closer […]

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orgasm - the story of my O

Orgasm Tales – The Story of my O

I don’t remember how old I was when I had my first orgasm. What I do remember is that I found out it was called an orgasm when I was about 15. Before I realised it had a name, I had masturbated to that point. I had also told my boyfriend that if he ‘kept touching me like that’, I would ‘get to a really good bit’, so although I didn’t have the right words for it, I knew that I wanted to experience it. I actually discovered through a friend that this lovely feeling, previously known as ‘the good […]

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Rules are rules: the love tester

Rules are rules: the love tester

She had known as soon as the words slipped from her mouth it was a big mistake, but that mattered little. Rules are rules after all. The fact he had taken his time did not mean that he had forgotten either. He often did it this way: he waited, and therefore, so must she. He told her to get ready as they were going to the club. She felt the nerves wash over her when he said it. Surely he wouldn’t punish her there? She would be so exposed in front of all his friends. She tried to reassure herself […]

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Tape me I am yours - image of missy from focussed and filthy, wearing pink bondage tape around her mouth

Tape me, I am Yours

He has wound the tape around my mouth so that it sticks to itself. I watch him concentrating, lifting his arm as he moves the roll around the back of my head. It feels odd not to speak. It isn’t that I want to, but the knowledge that I can’t seems to hang there like a silence between us. For some reason, he is silent too and I feel a little thrill that flutters inside and makes the corners of my mouth curl into a smile behind the tape. The strangeness of the situation leads to a feeling of things […]

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The capture of Astrid - Finfolkaheem

The Capture of Astrid

Astrid had wandered the shores for three summers now, begging for him to come. She had seen him in her dreams and, longed for what she knew only he could give.  He could complete her. He could make her feel alive, although it seemed ironic under the circumstances. She didn’t know what more to do than wait for him. She felt him there, a sense of dark that pulled her in, ever closer to him, drawing her to the rugged coastline on the wildest of days. She had read about his type and had studied his kind as far as […]

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