Saturday, February 01, 2014

My beating is Not your beating






He towered before me and said "I want to beat you" 

To most women those few words would strike terror into their hearts.  

But to me it was the same as saying "I love you"

I stood and stripped from the waist down and knelt up on the sofa and presented my ass - and He did beat me.

And he did fuck me

And when it was over I collapsed in a shaking puddly mess - content and glowing and loved.


1 comment:

keth said...

it seems to me that every time you worry about this blog becoming vanilla because of the lack of BDSM in your life, your blog then becomes very BDSM focused.

so worry about the blog becoming vanilla more often ;)

good to see you happy, if a shaking puddly mess!

xx