Today, December 21 is Winter Solstice. The shortest day of the year. And the beginning of winter. A time for calm and quiet, pulling back and taking care of yourself. December is already my self-proclaimed Self-care month, so that fits nicely. This year I thought I'd start with sharing some winter solstice music. First, a … Continue reading Winter Solstice 2022
Author: olivia
And the Fetlife Not-So-Funny
I ended my Fetlife exchange with Young Guy mentioning that he did not seem like a dominant. Perhaps that was insensitive. Although I really did just intend to start a conversation about types of kink. However. The road to hell* and all that. Cause here's what happened next: Him: Do you always judge and assume … Continue reading And the Fetlife Not-So-Funny
Fetlife Fun, Edition 58
Having backed off from any vanilla relationship possibilities, I turned my attention to the kink dating scene. I signed up for BDSM Seniors (don't laugh.) Ok, laugh if you want to, but there I was. I couldn't find any info on what it would cost before I made a profile, so I half-ass threw something … Continue reading Fetlife Fun, Edition 58
Better, Better…
I have reminded my self to back up and take care of myself. Being on the dating site, even for a minute, was also a reminder that all relationships come with their own baggage. I have to laugh at myself - here’s what I want: Someone who can see me for who I am, both … Continue reading Better, Better…
Or Not
And I canceled the subscription. Can't do it. No dating apps for me. It was too awkward. Not that I actually talked to anybody. But I had to decide when I was going to talk about MP, and no matter how I pictured that, it didn't feel right. There is just no way to say, … Continue reading Or Not
The Man Behind the Desk
The man behind the desk shook his head, looked up at the girl sitting in his study watching him. Wearing a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and heels, she looked like a secretary. She even had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and glasses. But she was not a secretary. The man behind … Continue reading The Man Behind the Desk
The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Man
”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man
The Supplicant Part 2
The man behind the desk looked up from the pages he’d been reading. Then girl was seated in the wooden visitor chair, perched on the edge. She had been watching him closely, looking for a reaction, but as soon as he looked up, she dropped her eyes. ”So. This is your fantasy?” ”Yes, Sir,” she … Continue reading The Supplicant Part 2
The Supplicant
He sat quietly behind his desk. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes down. Waiting. Time passed, just minutes, she thought, but they seemed long. She knew, without raising her eyes, that he was watching her. She hoped the dress she was wearing hit the right note of pleasing without … Continue reading The Supplicant
Olivia 