If you've been reading here for a while, you may remember that, occasionally, I have an adventure of some sort on Fetlife that is too ludicrous, sad, or ridiculous to keep to myself. And sometimes, I share that story. I do try not to be mean about it, but that can be a challenge. This … Continue reading It’s Fetlife Time Again
Author: olivia
A Kinky Retreat – Part 6
I didn't want to go the lunchroom, I didn't know any of the other people here and my head was reeling a bit from the sudden change in plans and new status. So I was relieved when Ms. Kirsty had lunch brought to us instead. It was a light lunch - chicken salad sandwich on … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 6
A Kinky Retreat – Part 5
I did not expect Sir Alex to tell me to put my clothes on. And he said it so matter-of factly, as if this were the obvious next step! I was hurt. Dismayed. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I bit my lip hard, refusing to let them spill over. "My clothes?" Of course … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 5
An Aside
I have another part of A Kinky Retreat about half done... but I've been distracted by a post I saw on my (very vanilla) facebook feed. Drew Tupper, a coach who works with couples, wrote it. When I read his posts, I sometimes bristle, on the verge of being offended, but then he shifts the … Continue reading An Aside
A Kinky Retreat – Part 4
I saw that he had pulled a small stool over in front of him. As I got closer to him, he said, "Sit," nodding to the chair, then added, with a smile, "Please." It was a wooden stool, three legged, with a very narrow back. The back was beautifully carved in an intricate design. The … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 4
A Kinky Retreat – Part 3
He paused, his hands lightly touching the mask that covered my eyes. "You may put your arms down," he said, "Keep them at your sides." It was a relief to lower them, and I was tempted to cover my body, but I held them carefully out of the way. He removed the blindfold and I … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 3
Where Has All the Kinky Gone…
Yes, you have to sing that to the tune of Where Have All the Flower Gone. In case you don't know that song: https://youtu.be/jb2GiMSXJsg?si=1FSDbaqohQdQtk2c But maybe the kinky is still here... A Kinky Retreat, Part 2 I heard the doorknob turn, the door opening, and felt the cooler air from the hallway caress my body, … Continue reading Where Has All the Kinky Gone…
Hope
I'm am just popping in to say that the latest political developments here in the US are giving me hope for the future - for the first time in a while. In addition to that... My financial situation is better. Not great, but better. My health is good. Had a routine doctor's appointment Monday and … Continue reading Hope
Dancing Alone
I love to dance. I took dance classes from when I was 4 years old (ballet, tap, and acrobatics) til I was about 15, at which point I was too cool for anything except jazz or "modern dance.' Even though I was only 13 in 1969, my basic dance style is still based on the … Continue reading Dancing Alone
A Kinky Retreat
"Wait here," he says. That makes me smile - really, what else could I do? I am kneeling, hands secured behind my back, blindfolded. Yes, I'll be here when you come back. I let my body settle, rock back on my heels, knees spread, back straight. Noticing tension in my shoulders and letting it go. … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat
Olivia 