He is my sub, I am his Queen.
I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks.
Were I to abandon my new scarf by leaving it on a subway, it will no longer be my scarf. Someone else will pick it up, and it will become theirs.
It remains mine only so long as I keep investing myself in it and it’s care.
(Interestingly, the original meaning of “invest” is to clothe yourself with something, to enter into something that you wrap around yourself.)
So I wrote yesterday about labels in relationships, and how I personally feel that they are not useful to me early in a relationship, and
I get asked if I sit around all day thinking about sex. Yes. I get asked if I get to “research” porn. Yes. I get
Yes, picking the right partner is tough. I mean, out of SO MANY people in the world, the one right one (or the several right
I’ve had my share of break ups. They pretty much always suck. The ones that suck the most, though, are the ones where I still
A friend of mine that enjoys challenging me with writing topics sent me this, and I’ve been mulling it over a while. I have a
Which seems obvious and impossible both, sometimes. It sucks to be lonely. It can suck super hard. And sometimes, those holes inside us feel like
Do you feel resentment in your relationship(s)? Do you feel burdened? I’m not talking about kids and work and having to do laundry (just not
Let’s play a round of ‘Kinky True or False’ today! Actually, let’s play a bunch of rounds. Self-Identified kinksters have been shown to be more
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