I recently found out I am autistic. Since I’ve found out, I have been holding up mirrors to my past and my present and I keep finding myself saying: oh, that’s why … Here is a very honest post on how my man and I began, and how sex can help me when I am feeling dark.
Golden Shower: How does it feel to be pissed on?
Have you ever wondered how it feels to be pissed on? Maybe you already know. I have been wondering about it for a long time. So, I asked my man to piss on me, just so I could find out. And so he did.
“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight. Gonna blow your mind, little bird.” A promise made to me by him in the shower. Here’s how it went down that evening.
My man gave me over to our fuck-buddy for a shower experience. There was this gorgeous moment where we misunderstood each other, but my man knew exactly what was going on. I absolutely loved the power-dynamic of that moment. It catapulted me into a level of serious horn!
An ode to Mr Darcy, following the auction of his shirt (and other clothes) this week. Also an ode to a low time. Things always do get better.
There were two more encounters I wanted to write up from the threesome weekend. The first is the promised spanking: “Oh, naughty girl, you’re getting a good spanking from each of us later, you whisper into my ear. Still staring into his eyes, I see his reaction to this, his thrill … There’s a promise of violence in his eyes that I find I don’t want to escape.” Oh, how I love a good spanking, and what better than to be spanked by two men, instead of one?
