They were looking each other straight into the eyes. The anticipation of what was to come was growing. They did not touch, not yet. And while they were standing, leaning at opposite walls of the small elevator in his apartment building none of them dared to speak. They had completely entered the state of non-verbal communications. It nearly seemed they had unlearned language with all its constraints and expressions. Enough of imagery, societies own masturbation. Continue reading Lunch for Primals
Not long ago, I made a decision to finally invest into this site, and into my own writing, and bought a domain for my blog. I made the decision after mulling it over the last few days. I thought to myself, I don’t exactly have a large following, nor do I post as often as many other bloggers do. I’ve looked at a few other blogs, from writers who have been doing this much longer than I have, and tried to see what’s working for them. Things I may not be doing myself. Continue reading Forbidden Writings is now official!
I received a request some time ago for a story involving a Daddy Dom, and his little. At first, I didn’t think it would be too hard to do, as I’ve seen Daddy dom/little relationships in the past. As I began doing some research into this particular BDSM lifestyle, I found that this lifestyle is actually far more complex than I initially though. In my prior experiences, I had only ever seen the sex side of the relationship. At the time, I assumed that’s all there was: two consenting adults enjoying sex with each other, and each roleplaying their part as the sweet, innocent girl, and the protective, dominant male. In reality, there is far more to it than that. Continue reading The World of Littles
That’s correct ladies and gents, I’ve finally taken a step towards catching up with the hip things the kids do, … Continue reading I got a Twitter account!
Sunset had already passed over the horizon as an older-looking Mazda pulls up in front of a cheap apartment building. As it sputtered to a stop, the driver set the parking brake, and exits, with high-heeled shoes hanging from her feminine fingers. The brunette woman closes the door behind her, and unfastens the two buttons of her medium blue blazer. She hated wearing it, but it was practically required to be worn at a job she recently just started. Hiding just underneath of it was her white blouse, and a knee-high skirt which matched the blazer in color. She walked barefoot to her apartment, careful not to step on any rocks along the way. Continue reading Revenge is best served three-ways – part 2
Recently, I’ve been reading several posts from other bloggers, friends on Facebook, and on several other websites, about the topic of bisexuality. In almost all of these cases, there seems to be a huge conundrum over whether or not these men and women feel like they always have to validate themselves to the people around them. Saddest of all, is the struggle to feel accepted, both with friends and family, and within their own group. It breaks my heart to see so many people have to deal with those who say bisexuality doesn’t exist, leading them to question their own identity. Continue reading Where do bisexuals belong?
Has anyone seen my muse? I can’t seem to find my muse. She’s small enough to sit on my shoulder, … Continue reading Muse missing