CW: Mental, Emotional and Physical Abuse Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about my past. I’ve spoken of my Dark Time before, and how I was able to pull myself out and back into the light. That post centered mostly on myself, the bad choices I made and the path that I took that led…
I could hear hushed whispers behind me as I slid my wet cunt up and down the shaft of the vibrating fucking machine between my thighs. I looked into his eyes, but his rigid cock in my mouth prevented me from saying anything about the onlookers in the open doorway. Never in my life would…
I grew up with a camera in my face. My dad was and still is an avid hobby photographer, and he carried around his big bulky blue canvas camera bag for as long as I can remember. I’m sure he still has that old bag somewhere, although I think he finally retired it as his…
I’ve been absent lately. I haven’t really written in months, and now that I am finally putting my fingers to the keyboard, I’m struggling to find the words. Why haven’t I been writing? Things have been weird for me for a while. Our D/s has taken a hit and we both struggled. While in London,…
As a perfectionist, it is very difficult for me NOT to edit this photo. I love it. I think it’s amazing, but in my eyes, it’s not living up to its potential. Regardless, I refuse not to stick to the prompt because, what’s the point, honestly. So, here it is. Raw and imperfect, just like…
It felt strange to do this suspension in the middle of a bustling London Park in the middle of the day.