A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.
Sex vs. Books
I have a room at the front of my place with a lot of natural light being reflected off of the windows of my neighbours' homes across the road. Never really considered how I had to watch out for my own privacy after five years living so closely in my own darkness and with no real concept of the word. It is a type of comfort that I never knew I missed.
5 Things Women Won’t Tell You about BDSM (But You Need to Know)
BDSM Is Shrouded in Myths Handcuffs, gags, and blindfolds, oh my! It is an understatement to say that the book 50 Shades of Grey has taken the world over by storm — and yanked our attention into the direction of BDSM.
Mom and Me
Mom and Me Preface As I write this I am now 71 years old. The events I write of occurred lo these 58 years ago so do forgive me if my memory has, well, let’s say, cleaned things up a little. Especially my language. Those of us who grew up in the 1950s, raised on a diet of Maynard G. Krebbs and Dobie Gillis said “like” a lot, you know ((chuckles)). I have taken the author’s liberties and cleaned things up so I, doubtless, sound in this memoir better than I ever did in the actual event.
Mamie Mama Chapter One
Chapter One I stood a little behind her, my hand resting lightly on her hip, partly support and partly possession. “So sorry for your loss,” Aunt Rita said.
Mom's Secret Life
Preface “Sure mom,” I said, laughing, “I knew there was a reason you kept me around.” She laughed back and said “you know these computers are all a mystery to me. This thing came up and said ‘update ready’ and I don’t have any idea what to do.”
“It's a process, it doesn't happen overnight, when you depersonalize another person and view them as just an object, an object for pleasure and not a living breathing human being. It seems to make it easier to do things you shouldn't do.” -Jeffrey Dahmer
Sammee Chapter One
Chapter One I met Sammee, Samantha but Sammee to the world and to me, at a friend’s wedding. Roger had done it up, the whole thing. Well, anyway Bonnie, his bride, had. He was in a cutaway jacket in a pale grey color while the rest of us were in tuxes of the same shade. The bride was in white (something she most certainly did NOT qualify for as every one of the males in the wedding party could attest) with the long train and everything. And to top it off, it was a Catholic wedding.
Elsie the Cow Chapter One
Chapter One Weddings always make me cry. And this one was particularly hard on me. My first daughter to achieve her true female status was getting married today. I had been to dozens of weddings and at every one I had watched mothers cry and wondered why. Now I understood. It was pride. I was so proud I could burst. And when I looked over to the Men's area I saw my husband wipe a tear away as well, and that made me smile. Margaret was my first and, therefore, was his biologically as well as culturally. I suppose that is a special pride for a man too.
The Night Mistress brought her boyfriend Home
The day was ordinary in the most mind numbing way. I had completed my chores and was working on dinner when I heard the door open. I was in my full uniform; form fitting, assless yoga pants, thong underwear, collar and exposed chest. My heart raced at the thought of being with my Mistress again when I heard the other voice. A deep voice. A man. My heart caught in my throat at the unknown intrusion. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why Was He Here? How dare he invade our sanctuary? My anger rose dramatically until I heard laughing. A shared laugh at a shared joke. I knew Mistress had a life outside of the house that I wasn't fully privy to but this!? I slowly crept to the corner, desperately trying to see without being seen. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about him either. He was sort of handsome in a boyish way; blonde hair cut long on top but matched his shirt cropped beard on the sides and back. His business shirt suggested that he and Mistress worked together. His dress pants and his shoes shined mirror only black confirmed it. Mistress was talking with him and caught me looking at them out of the corner of her eye and gently touched him on the chest. A familiar gesture, done many times before. My heart thundered in my chest but I slunk back to the stove, mind reeling from the revelations and possibilities.
All in the Cards
Its been two weeks since the spirits spoke All the information has had time to soak As I look at all of her routes closely
Our Visit To The New Local BDSM Club.
Have you ever been someplace and you feel like you really like it, but you really and truly don’t want to be there? That was our experience last Saturday night. We, with a few friends, decided to check out a new BDSM club that had opened in our home town. We’re not a part of the BDSM community but we like to open ourselves to new adventures and we wanted to support a new sex-positive club that was trying to get off the ground, at a time when it’s hard for any business to get off the ground.
"Lessons" From My Professor
There was really no good reason to pack lingerie for a research trip with my professor. It definitely had nothing to do with what we were studying- the ecosystem of a secluded lake miles away from campus. It was remote, and perfect studying material for our Ecology class. Only a handful of students in the program had qualified for the trip, and somehow, despite Professor Reaves’s apparent dislike of me, I had excelled enough in class to make the list.