Scary stuff is a weird topic – it’s one of those things that I’ve really tried to wrap my head around, and have written about it a couple of times when it comes specifically to impact play and a few other things.
The basis? Well, why are we so intrigued by, and simultaneously terrified of, many of the different pieces to do with kinky fun? I mean, who can rationally think through stuff and go “I really like when that paddle impacts with me… or rather the aftermath.” No, your brain kicks in, and “WHOA there. That’s some scary stuff! That’s going to HURT! What is going on here?! Run!” Continue reading “Scary Stuff”
See, one of the things about kink is that it opens up your mind. It opens the thoughts of “if that was great, what about “X”” – it’s an ongoing cycle that drives kink forward and gets you to consider all sorts of things… I mean, what if…
That’s exactly the thing that is happening right now. What if the impact play is, well, played with. What if it’s more, different, etc. Not in a “beat the crap out of me” standpoint, I’m not really interested, and she’s not really interested in dealing out, the art of being a butt-fillet. But… Continue reading “Always More, Eh?”
Every other Monday is extended playtime. We have an annoying meeting on the in between weeks, but Monday works well for us to plan. Continue reading “M is for Monday Play”
I’m a techie kind of person. I really like, and even need, to understand the why of how things work. Even me. And one of the things that I really geek out on are these ideas of conflicting … things.
My favorite? Pain and pleasure. Continue reading “Pain and Pleasure”
I round the corner to come down the hall and see you standing there. You’re not even looking in my direction. Your right hand? A deep red, leather, paddle. Continue reading “Time for your collar…”
I’ve written before that pain is this thing that I, at least, have this love/hate relationship with. It’s really odd to me that at times when things are NOT going on, it’s this “aw, that was so nice!” and then you think about these romanticized memories of what went on.
In reality, it was more like “Mother-trucker! That hurt!!! @#^%@#%”
Continue reading “Pain is Confusing”