Amelia watched the exuberant young woman hugging Josh from the back, but glanced away when he pushed his chair back and pulled her around and into his lap. The other woman squealed, and Amelia smiled, a bit ruefully. Of course he would be with someone who was young and sexy. Fifty-two years old, Amelia thought, what am … Continue reading Prelude (Formerly The Beat Goes On, Part 2)
And the Beat Goes On…
"No," she said. He looked at her curiously. "No? I didn't ask you anything." She laughed, "But you were about to ask me if you could sit here, weren't you?" The coffee shop was crowded, there weren't any other tables left, and he definitely had the look of someone searching for a seat. "Oh, you're waiting for someone," … Continue reading And the Beat Goes On…
In My Heart
You know, when I am at a loss for words of my own, I turn to quotes. Today, this came up for me: MARY OLIVERto live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it … Continue reading In My Heart
From My Heart
I can't tell youall how deeply I appreciate your sympathy and support yesterday. So much gratitude for all of you. I am doing ok. Processing in my own way and at my own speed. At the same time, Sir X is zooming full speed ahead to step up into the open Dom space. Which is good, I think. Even … Continue reading From My Heart
With a Heavy Heart…
It is truly with a heavy heart that i share the latest update in my life saga. On Sunday night, I got a message from Sir Jon telling me that his wife had asked him to stop his activity on the blog and his IG account. One of the first things Sir Jon told me … Continue reading With a Heavy Heart…
Body Writing
I love it when an idea comes up in the community and different bloggers run with it from there, each in their own way. For example, slave shae recently had an experience in which Amanda had other people write on her body with a sharpie. It was a powerful experience for her - well, in the middle of … Continue reading Body Writing
Master Says
"Master says stop," he says. I freeze - standing bent over, my hands touching my toes. "Stand up," he says, in his best Dom voice, and I'm halfway up before I realize he didn't say "Master says". But it's too late, he laughs. "Come here," he says. "That's three." Yes, we were playing a warped game of Simon … Continue reading Master Says
The Joy of TTWD
I know, I'm always writing about joy these days. It's a lot better than the Days of Whining and Misery, isn't it? But I've been thinking today about TTWD. The urban dictionary says: "TTWD stands for "This Thing We Do" and is often used by the bdsm/kink community to describe non-vanilla practices or activities they may engage in, … Continue reading The Joy of TTWD
Rushing Through
"Hey, whoa, hang on..." "Oh! I'm sorry, Sir - I didn't see you there - I'm just.." "I know you didn't see me! You almost ran right into me. Where are you going in such a big hurry?" "Just getting more coffee. I wanted to get some more work done before you got up. So I was rushing." She felt herself … Continue reading Rushing Through
The Actual Munch
I was busy enough yesterday that I didn't have much time to be worried about the munch. But a couple of hours ahead of time, I had a little panic attack and almost didn't go. (Not a real panic attack, just an "omg, omg, what am I thinking, why did I say I'd do this" kind of … Continue reading The Actual Munch
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