As much as I enjoy forcing things, grabbing, pinning, digging my nails in, there is something special about when he offers himself to me. There is nothing quite as electric as the words ‘please hit me harder, Mistress’, when they are freely given and truly meant. It sends shivers down my spine, and butterflies soaring around my very core.
A New Format: Shorter Form, Rough Posts
I have taken a break from posting for a couple of years, although not from writing itself. I have folders and notebooks full of sketches of thoughts, tangled bits and…
