He is the perfect sadist to my emotional masochist. Daddy has left marks without even lifting a hand or touching me. Leaves me with that uncertainty and unsettling feeling. Some marks puncture the skin and draw blood, but that is not necessary to get the blood pumping and the heart racing. Maybe though, I will… Continue reading The Perfect Sadist
That Catch
Do you feel it? Do you know how frustrating it is for me? Do you feel that frustration, too? I sometimes remind myself of that need. It calls out to you. Hoping that someday it can find you. Maybe one day our needs can meet each other.
Packing Up
My first step into bdsm was actually through romance novels, more specifically, Harlequin romances. I stole a few from my mom first when I was in junior high, and as I was packing up some things today, I noticed I still had the first two. They are worn and slightly yellow, but the silverfish never… Continue reading Packing Up
The Log Cabin
Another writing and imagining. Fantasies of being alone with Him will never be far from my mind.
Hurt
You know, the first time you have sex, it's not supposed to hurt. Right? --- Winnie from Miller's Girl But it needs to. I need it to hurt me emotionally as well as physically. I need it to change me.
Lisa Gray 