Monthly Archives: April 2011

Mornings are Bliss~

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I love cooking for everyone, waking them up, and helping them start their day.   

It’s something I look forward to each day.  


Homemade breakfast, hot coffee, and sleepy ‘good mornings’ exchanged from those roused.

Soft kisses and warm hugs send everyone one their way. 

Cleaning up after everyone is gone and making the beds of my lovers,  is a small part of my service I thoroughly enjoy. 

My heart floats~ 

My days start off happy.  

My mornings are bliss. 




A Happy Memory

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A Happy Memory.


This was one of those times when we were so hot for each other, it didn’t matter who was asleep in the other room.


You pulled me into the kitchen, devouring me with your kisses, and shoved me against the counter.  You then slapped my face and kissed me again.






You grabbed my breasts so hard, I thought you were going to rip them off.


I was so wet I was soaking through my jeans. You checked.  You teased me, played with me, and clamped your hand over my mouth when I moaned.  You shushed me into a silent, mind swimming orgasm.


I remember being breathless.  You gave me half a second to catch my breath before you pulled my jeans half off, turned me around, and forced my face down onto the counter.


I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread myself open for you.


You slapped, rubbed and groped me. Then you pushed your way in, penetrating me, violating my ass deeply.


You found your rhythm while continuing to push my head into the counter.  You pulled my head up as my hips worked against yours.

I wanted to cum again. You grabbed my throat and squeezed tight. You began fucking me harder, faster.  I felt like you were splitting me in two and I wanted more.


I reached down to touch myself and fondle your balls.  I couldn’t hold off any more.  My head was spinning, my body hot and sweaty.


And we came, together, as silently as we could.  I’m such a lucky girl.


Every time I think about that moment I become painfully aroused. Longing, aching to feel that moment again.


A happy memory ~  indeed. One that is forever in my ‘spank bank’.

A Flogging to a new beginning ~

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Going on three weeks since my flogging and I am still processing.


I didn’t break. I wish I had.  My upper back, barely healed, was one huge glorious bruised scab with scratches and a couple small chunks taken out. Flashes of the session have been brought to my mind every time I move.




A week prior to the flogging, I was speaking with a friend regarding Kink, BDSM, and all things yummy and some not so yummy.  I asked for a flogging.  I was near tears when I asked.


I felt as if I were begging for it.


Only realizing then I needed the flogging, or rather needed to break.


Arrangements were made for dinner and possible dungeon time. I was relieved, anxious, excited, and frightened all at the same time.  The last time I was flogged was in October, far too long for me.  I could almost taste the leather of the flogger with each heartbeat.


Dinner came and went, savored dessert, and it was time.


I was instructed to strip down to what was “flogging Comfortable” and then assume the position on the massage chair.


That’s when the reflections started.  I could not strip off my panties.  I kept them on and positioned myself on the massage chair.


With every strike, nearly every heartache ever felt came to the surface. The pain were as sharp, or more so, as the day I felt it. I hated it.  I hated my self for my heart still hurting.


It felt like only ten minutes when he actually had wailed on me for nearly 40 minutes.


He quit, offering to use other implements of pain. I declined, I was not in the head space to negotiate anything more than the flogging we agreed on.


I declined because emotionally and with where my head was, I wanted nothing more than for him to continue on until there was nothing left of me.


Then LScribbens had his turn flogging me for nearly 20 minutes more and stopped.  My back was hamburger.  He made that call for me that it was a good stopping point and I am grateful.


It was a wonderful experience. I was left with a lot to process and have been processing since. I realize this was more than a play session, it was an emotional cleansing that I need to finish.


I’m looking forward to another session, and hopefully will purge and get the rest of the way there. I am grateful to those in my life I love and trust.


Thank you my friend and thank you my love, LScribbens, for being there with me.













Happy Earth Day!

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This Bread I Break

~Dylan Thomas

This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy.

Once in this time wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.

This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.