Real Life – Page 3 – Down the Rabbit Hole

Sir

Sir is a layered man, with a huge cock. As you all well know, I don’t give undeserved compliments- especially to men- so trust me when I say…huge. He has taught me a whole awful lot about intimacy, partnership, vulnerability. He is easy to be around, disarmingly familiar, and makes me want to open myselfContinue reading “Sir”

Becoming His Object

Remind me not to earn another punishment from Mr. Envelope. I knew it would be bad- the man gets under my skin like no other before or since him. The mental gymnastics that he puts me through surpass the physical; when I play with him, I know that I am going to be challenged andContinue reading “Becoming His Object”

Learning to Cum: My Foray into Orgasm Control- Part 1

I had to lose control of my body to gain control of my orgasms. Prior to my foray into BDSM, I could not reliably cum with a partner. Sure, I could get myself off- at an Olympic level pace- but with a partner I found it way too hard to stay in the moment. InsteadContinue reading “Learning to Cum: My Foray into Orgasm Control- Part 1”

A Primal Interlude (to an otherwise civilized conversation)

When The Professor and I go without seeing each other for a couple of weeks, the tension between wanting to get naked and wanting to catch up in conversation is palpable. We text, but it isn’t the same for two avid conversationalists. Getting naked always wins out, because, well, duh- but the profound friendship isContinue reading “A Primal Interlude (to an otherwise civilized conversation)”

Mr Grey (My First Dom)

In my mid to late 20s I took some time to find myself, and by that I mean have a lot of sex with whomever I wished, guilt-free. Some would call it a spiral, but I saw it as more of a liberation- the old “have sex like a man” adage, where I took whatContinue reading “Mr Grey (My First Dom)”

The Professor

Sometimes two people inexplicably click. Different life stages, different backgrounds, different experiences- there is little reason for them to interact, let alone connect- but sometimes, the universe intervenes to make it happen. That is how I would contextualize the Professor. He is a father of grown children (slightly younger than me), divorced, in a long-termContinue reading “The Professor”

Tormentor and Protector

One of the things that I appreciate most about Mr. Envelope is the level of care that he puts into hurting me. As he wrapped lengths of rope around my legs, binding me to a spreader bar to keep them open, his touch was sensual, deliberate. I lay on the bed with wrists cuffed toContinue reading “Tormentor and Protector”

Mr. Envelope

Introducing Mr. Envelope: intelligent, deliberate, self-aware, unassuming. My height, slim build, strong hands. He likes to play with rope, take photos, and explore boundaries when it comes to pain. He does with a great deal of care and, ironically, gentleness. I would describe his style as two parts sadism, one part sensual, and eight partsContinue reading “Mr. Envelope”

The Practice of BDSM (and how it compares to Yoga)

Under the umbrella of BDSM there is something for everyone- there is no shortage of opportunity to explore, learn, and grow, if that’s what you’re into. Those who want to dip a toe into the pool might find a new favourite toy or fetish, while those who dive in may find identity and belonging thatContinue reading “The Practice of BDSM (and how it compares to Yoga)”

Perfectly Painted

In an effort to get my head on straight before going back to work after the holidays, I invited Mr. Intensity over for a play. His plan was to use me as he saw fit, and leave it at that- a plan that he executed flawlessly. He arrived and we caught up for a bit-Continue reading “Perfectly Painted”