On a chill November night, I led a dominant man into the basement bedroom of my submissive’s three-story Victorian for an hour of loud, raunchy sex. That’s just the kind of thing you do when you’re a bad girl
I overheard a conversation once that stands out in my memory. The kind where two people are chatting at the water cooler in the office,… Read More »Thirst and Nerves
There’s nothing wrong with being a self-entitled, unapologetic woman who does whatever the fuck she wants.
What lurks within, buried inside away from the light? What could life be like if we faced those demons and moved toward the light?
“I want things done to me that I don’t want done to me,” the beautiful brunette sitting in the examination chair says as the crowd of bystanders hovers in close to watch what is going to happen to her. She’s a petite woman with wavy brown hair. She’s sitting nervously, moving her head back and forth, squirming from the imminent violation of her will.
