“Why don’t you just trust me?” Ah, why not? What’s the worst that could happen, right? But you are asking a paranoid, hedonistic kitten. You don’t want to know where her mind immediately is drawn towards, but it likely involves her untimely and unnecessarily graphic death. “But I just wanted you to come over and …
princess jasmine decides to not trust aladdin; a tale of risk tolerance Read More »
If you seduce me under false pretenses, Tell me sweet nothings Hold me through the night Whisper, I love you Play games with me (but only the fun kind) Spend time with me, walk with me And then, after two weeks, three months, or ten years, to jump out from behind your mask, shouting, “Hah, …
if you seduce me under false pretenses, why, i’m so sorry you troubled yourself Read More »
“Breathe, kitten.” She wasn’t an innocent when she first met Him. Awkard, perhaps, and slightly gullible. She did not know what she was getting into when she first said, yes. But she knew this was not the same as her past encounters, and, yes, conquests. So she opened herself, in a way she had not, …
words that corrupt the kitten, mind, body, soul, the Read More »
Someone told me that my partner (I suppose they thought I could only have one, or perhaps it was a “general” partner, as in the “general” you) needed to be my biggest cheerleader. I appreciated the thought, while immediately dismissing it as not relevant to my own situation. “I don’t need a cheerleader,” I told …
i’d like you to be my biggest cheerleader, but i NEED you to be my biggest critic Read More »
Sometimes I’m good at instinctively knowing what people want, but it’s not always that simple to delve into a person’s true self. more often I find out. By talking to them, by listening to them, by spending years with them. I like doing this for people. It makes me feel like I have a purpose, like a practical guardian angel.
Thank you for inviting me to your special day. That being said, don’t ever. ever, ever do it again. My life is not a fucking Taylor Swift song. So let’s drop the bullshit, please. Why did you ask me along today? Why did you want us in the same room? I didn’t want to be …
oh, you want to be my friend? thanks, and fuck you, too Read More »
I wrote about one kind of domme, the other day. But I also have frustration with the other sort that, well, dominates the media. The Dominatrix. Powerful, whip cracking, latex clad. When most vanilla folk think of dommes– from every observation I’ve gathered, though I may be wrong– they picture Angelina Jolie from Mr. and …
Are your (male) friends frustrated at their lack of success on Fet and other social sites? Are they unable to get a single message or response to their carefully crafted messages? Here’s a quick resoure you might hand them. Free of charge! I’m sorry. I know women aren’t supposed to say “sorry” all the time, …
They tell you they can’t meet you at munches. They’re too introverted. They are scared to go to a munch. They don’t think they’d fit it. …but they want to date you, a kinky person. And for a lot of us, that means meeting at munches. Not coffee shops. Not our homes, or their homes. …
Far too often, I am suspicious of compliments. I don’t even know why. Why I get defensive and critical when someone says something nice to me. While when someone says something nasty to me— or, let’s be honest, about me, because bullies are cowards— I hurl myself at the person to convince them they are …