Errmm….

So, you want to get into my panties? I did too, that's why I bought em. I am more than willing to share the name of the store I purchased them from with you... Oh wait. You meant you wanna get me out of them? I mean that's perfectly doable, they come off when I... Continue Reading →

Hard Things

There are things in this world that should be hard, things I like that way or at least hard-adjacent   Clipboards and notebooks and Classic Lit. Paddles and Canes and Microphones. Booty Spanks, Dicks, Hair Tugs and Bites. Ohhh let's not forget nipples and all the fun things you can do with them.   Then... Continue Reading →

Please Let Me

Unchain me Release me from the prison of my own making Let me feel your anger, The sting of you lashes, the snap of your whip Please   Unbind me Release the ties that hold me back from my own desires Let me taste your strain. Scorch me with the heat of your skin. Please... Continue Reading →

Picky little things

I was out shopping with my sister @mystiink today for our new fall semester. I injured myself again because I'm a clumsy mess but nothing serious so, VICTORY! Anyway, we do this shopping thing for every big semester in the year, fall is usually our most hectic one. it’s a silly little tradition where we... Continue Reading →

A Symphony of Pleasure & Pain

I'm pretty open in my vanilla life about my not so vanilla extra-curriculars. It's kinda hard not to be when your friends have this odd fascination with smacking your ass, walking into your room when the door is closed and scrolling through your phone and coincidentally your photo gallery (thank you photo locker for existing... Continue Reading →

Why does clothing hate me?

Clothing and I have a love hate relationship... I love them, they hate me and go out of their way to make my life more difficult. I know, I know they are inanimate objects and not a sentient beings. So like my earlier post states I've lost a ridiculous amount of weight. With that said,... Continue Reading →

Dark Corners Excerpt #2

Before she could process what was happening, his hand tangled in her hair, tugging at the strands at the base of her skull all while holding her in place. She wanted more. Craved more. But he was in control and she had given herself freely. Her submission was his. His lips hovered over hers, teasing.... Continue Reading →

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