I turn over to my other side, extend my arm and search for him with my fingers. The discovery that the bed is empty beside me causes a completely unnecessary, almost paroxysmal response, I go from deep slumber to sitting upright in a matter of seconds. I get out of bed, pick up my long...
2022-08-13 08:45:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe pearls are plastic, so I guess they aren't really pearls at all. I ripped them off a shirt I bought because I liked what was written on it, but I don't care for fake (or real) pearls on a shirt. I don't know what would possess a person to believe a crop top needs a pearl-hem. I do, however, u...
2022-08-11 05:57:22 +0000 UTC View Post
I have been working on a story about the industry of sugar babies and sugar daddies, it led to some interesting observations. I've also been realising i am no fun at all, that led to less interesting observations. Skip to minute-nineteen if you only want to listen to the bits about transactional ...
2022-08-09 05:35:24 +0000 UTC View Post
"You can't do anything to me now, I'm hidden," I say, pushing my face into the pillow and placing my hands on the sides of my face.
He puts his hand on my butt, rubbing the cold object in his hand against my skin, but he laughs and plays along.
"Oh no baby," he says, "...
Every once in a while, I feel like praying. I am tempted to put out a mat, kneel beside my bed or fold my hands in some kind of deliberation. I don't believe in gods, higher powers or really anything that requires a leap of faith, but it takes all of my sagacity to know that I am the type...
"Go to the bathroom and take pictures of your pussy for me," she said pushing my phone across the table to pass it to me.
I looked at her and then at my own reflection in the glossy napkin holders that were at every table in the bar. I looked like someone else. I am by no means conservati...
The moment I saw the flowers in his hand, I looked around, as if expecting to find a stranger in my house whom I had previously failed to notice. He didn't hold them out to me. As he entered through the doorway, he set them down on the table, alongside the other bags of groceries and vegetables. ...
2022-07-26 03:54:54 +0000 UTC View Post
Sunil was the first guy I fucked in Bangalore. It happened two days after I had moved there and one day before it occured to me that I needed to own a broom and a mop. My choice of city had been predicated on two factors —where it rained most when I first visited colleges and what place...
Are you like me and the word mind-fuck makes your skin crawl even though the act of engaging in the act is extremely gratifying? Good, let's rename the thing please.
In this episode I talk about mindfucks and what I think they are (and why we should change their name), whether you can...
2022-07-19 05:37:49 +0000 UTC View PostNote: This is a series. The prologue can be found here. All pieces can be accessed here in order.
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Chapter 7: The One Who Was More T...
My favourite film is Dev D. If you haven't watched it, actually even if you have, let me explain it. It's the most recent (from 2009) and "modern" retelling of an old Bengali novel which has spawned as many cinematographic ventures as the works of Shakespeare. Very simplistically, it's a ...
I lie on my side, my head is resting atop the crest of my numb right shoulder, my arm would hang in the air but I am holding, in my fingers, the chain that fastens my neck to the door. I wrap the slack around my wrist, and then release. In stochastic patterns I bind and release my wris...
2022-07-13 18:43:42 +0000 UTC View Post
I always thought that if I ever got a collar it would be one of those heavy metal ones that you need a key to take off and it would be absolutely indestructible unless you fall into a kiln. The kind you have to have forged before you can buy, not just click a button on a website that sells ma...
A conversation with some friends led me to thinking about predators and how they operate. Enjoy my thoughts!
2022-07-06 06:16:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Hello everyone!
You know we talk about communication and CNC so much yet I constantly find myself at odds with people the moment I question the gamut of information a little bit. It often feels like when CNC as a state is achieved, communication ceases entirely. So what doe...
2022-07-02 06:22:55 +0000 UTC View Post
"*So what was your training like? How did your master turn you into this kind of masochist? Can you share a little bit about how he made you into this person? What did he do to make you take all this kind of pain? How, oh how, did he manage to mould your sexuality into exactly what he nee...
My poorly-paid teachers,
In a pristine classroom once taught,
Saffron tales of tolerance,
Verdant stories of prosperity,
And the blanched values of peace.
And I, like a hungry infant at the teat,
Lapped at these lessons,
As if stocking up on stores of identity...
Hello all you people!
I have been on the longest vacation of my life and it's been great. I am focusing on making this podcast more kink-centric and to that end this edition is about behaviours that make a bottom unsafe to play with and how you can cater to them as a bottom or a top.&...
2022-06-27 05:32:20 +0000 UTC View PostA quiet evening after a quiet day. It may not have been quiet on the outside but some days I feel so quiet on the inside. It’s as if the people inside me have all left; like a dormitory during summer break. Or a school music-room in the middle of the night. The kind of room you can just walk in...
2022-06-26 03:59:12 +0000 UTC View Post
When I was twenty-three my relationship with my body changed dramatically. I grew up wanting what any young women are taught to want, I wanted to be beautiful. I had no idea what that meant, but I knew that it did not mean me and that much was reinforced by my social environment. I was ...
She ushers me in through the front door and tells me to wait while she calls on her husband to come meet me. It sounds like he is in the shower. I wander around the house, wondering where I should sit. When I was a young girl I used to go in and out of this house like I owned it, I slept ...
I didn't mean to but my hand reached out to his. He was sitting with his knees on either side of me and punching my jaw. The right side of my mouth felt swollen like a smooth cunt that had just been waxed. Inside my mouth, I could taste the blood. I don't love the taste of blood, especially m...
The waistband of my underwear is pulled up so high it rests right underneath my breasts. She grips the fabric on the front inside her fist and pulls, forcing the bunched up gusset to cut against my clitoris.
"Does this make you uncomfortable?" She asks, leaning against me and whis...
There is an old picture in my grandmother's house, one from seventeen years ago. In it, I am standing in front of a fire truck, posing with a bunch of firemen while the smoke from the fire they had just put out lingered in the air. There had been a forest fire, a controlled burn that exceeded the...
2022-06-17 03:47:26 +0000 UTC View Post
I want to kiss it.
The twinkle in the tip of the shoe in my lap feels like looking into the eyes of a creature I conjured from inanimate leather, and I want to kiss it.
For a moment, I forget you're there, I forget the pain in my jaw, I forget the throbbing in my head, I forge...
I only found out he had gotten married when she first contacted me. I sat in my living-room, staring at the message on my phone and holding my breath like an animal hiding from a hunter, too scared to exhale lest it be discovered.
‘Hi, my name is Isha. I am the wife of Manna...
From time-to-time my flatmate Married Suzanne (she's married now so I have changed her name to that permanently) and I used to get other roommates. There wasn't really a system to how we did this but once every few months someone would move into the spare "room" or live on the couch while they se...
2022-05-30 17:17:15 +0000 UTC View Post
"Daddy," I said while playing with his fingers while he watched something on his computer, "How many of your fingers do you think will fit inside me?"
He looked at me as if he was expecting me to say exactly that. I am predictable in some ways and he knows me well enough to know I...
She placed them neatly on the shelf,
and packed them full in suitcases,
she lined them across the mantle,
and stuffed the rest into plastic bags,
that were pushed to the back of the closet.
On the wall a broken clock hung ticking,
the faded tip of the Eiffel tower still cle...
"What are you thinking?" He asked.
It's a question we avoid in our house these days. It's just one of those phases in life, there is so much going on and nobody knows how to handle something we have no control over so we're just waiting for it to come to pass. Sometimes that is the be...