Amazon Prime (comes in under two days) The Bi Girlfriend Store (10% off if you purchase two or more, does not come with any bi girlfriend feed) One of the many caves under Stephen Colbert’s old C-shaped desk Far, far away from Donald Trump’s tiny pussy grabbing hands My bedroom, neatly packed away in my …
I’m at a friend’s house, or maybe we’re walking in the park. I don’t remember. A friend of a friend of a friend commented that she didn’t pay attention to her friends’ sexuality. How she wouldn’t even think of her friends’ sexualities “for days at a time.” That’s nice, I thought, because I didn’t feel …
(If you aren’t familiar with the five love languages, please take some time to inform yourself.) (Also, please note that I believe that while we might have a primary love language or two, I do believe that most of us speak most, if not all, the languages…just some are of more concern to us than …
Once upon a time, someone said that diamonds held unimagined, intrinsic value.
A diamond is forever. A diamond is love.
I don’t know you.
I don’t even know your name, and, no, you needn’t tell me. I think the name I call you is lovely and unusual.
“Hello, my name is Kitten and I like mental domination. Yourself?” When I’m at a munch, or a friend’s party, I’m not subtle about my kinks– even to perfect strangers. If you can’t talk to me about everything, I don’t want to talk to you about anything. Because that desire to find out about each …
I elaborated a more expansive piece on the phantom of the opera and bdsm in another writing. This is kink in lyric form.
All quotes from The Little Prince, public domain “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.” “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again” “Grown-ups are so strange” “Grown-ups are certainly quite extraordinary” “Grown-ups love figures… When you …
My love isn’t sacred. My collar isn’t a blessing. Your cock isn’t glorious. I am not your Chosen or your angel. My breasts aren’t divine. But, Master, I am your Sacred Whore.
I’m fortunate in my wealth. No, I’m not speaking of material wealth. Friends. Chosen family. Blood family. Partners. Lovers. Playmates. I want to believe they are always good. I remember my brother, in high school, abandoning his friends for a new group– because he knew they were the sort to get him into bad trouble. …