To be utterly and completely drained. To feel like you’ve given every drop of every fluid of all your life force to him. No, not to him, to the thing you create when you’re together. So that you can’t move from the spot you’ve landed. So that you can’t break the connection of your fingers … [Read more…]
His OK Cupid profile used words like daddy, dom, age play, control. I was drawn to it, to him, though some of the words made me uncomfortable due to their unfamiliarity in this context at that time. When we finally met, and after some lengthy conversation, I said I didn’t think I’d be able to … [Read more…]
Some of my earliest fantasies involve kidnapping. Not necessarily sexual fantasies, but fantasies nonetheless. I grew up in the eighties when kidnapping was all over the news and a common trope in after-school-specials. Every kid from that era remembers going down to the police station to get fingerprinted, right? So they could identify our trail … [Read more…]
I like it. My favorite is scruffy stubble. When a man has gone two or three days without shaving. I love the way short gray hairs glisten in the sunlight. Almost like glitter, but real. Because yes, if there’s something that makes me positively swoon, it’s gray mixed into a fine stubble – think Brett … [Read more…]
We’d known each other since preschool. One of my first memories of him is holding his hand while pictures were taken of our winning Halloween costumes. He was Dracula, I was Pebbles from the Flintstones. We were both four years old. We were always in the same class, he was a clown, not a jock. … [Read more…]
