All of the lights.
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All of the lights.

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(Because the logical thing to do when you’ve been unproductive is to write smut instead of doing any work at all.)

(Because the logical thing to do when you’ve been unproductive is to write smut instead of doing any work at all.)

(Source: nitratediva)

Brave Shores (Part 4)

The dungeon has always intimidated me. We stood at the threshold of the door, peeking in at the tangle of naked bodies, overwhelmed by the moaning and the echoes of impact play. I’ve never played in there, but I’ve always wanted to. We must have looked like three lost little lambs because two of the hosts approached us, one who I’ve met before, she dj’s at the venue, but her friend…

I swear I fall head over heels in a heartbeat. 

She was my height, small but muscular, mocha skin and long dark hair. She wore baggy jeans and a black bra, her plaid shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. She looked like she could snap me in half and she was gorgeous. It was clear the dj was her wing-woman, she did all of the talking while the plaid shirt girl stood there, calm cool and collected, waiting to see if we’d take the bait. “Do any of you girls like spankings?” T and Luna both looked at me, I muttered some sort of acknowledgement but I could feel my cheeks burning hot pink. “My friend Mia here loves spanking girls, that’s her thing, she’d be happy to take you to the dungeon if you’re interested.” I could feel Mia’s eyes on me, but I kept my gaze down and stammered “Um… well…” Luna and T were focused on the shackles against the far wall, which had just become vacant as a couple packed up their toys and left the dungeon. They headed inside leaving me in the doorway with the hot domme and her friend. I looked at Mia, she scared me a little. Suddenly I felt very small and panicky. “What do you think?” the dj asked, hoping I’d bite. “Maybe in a bit,” I smiled, my wavering voice giving away my nerves, “I’m gonna find the washroom.” 

I skittered away to the top floor, knowing the bathrooms there are usually empty. Luckily I was right; I shut the door behind me, my heart pounding in my throat. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. “What am I doing here?” I asked myself, wishing I could evaporate. 

And then I thought of telling T about this later, and how she would tease me, “You LITERALLY spend your days PRAYING for a hot queer domme chick to land in your lap, and now here you are hiding in a washroom because you met one and she wants to spank you?!?!” 

Be careful what you wish for I guess… I was curious, that’s for sure, but I didn’t feel comfortable playing with a dominant I didn’t know, even if she was a pretty girl. I reminded myself it was okay to say no. I reminded myself that life was short. I reminded myself that just being here was brave, even if I was seeking asylum in an empty bathroom.

I took a few deep breaths and checked my hair in the mirror. It was everywhere, as usual. 

With my chin up I headed back downstairs. 

Brave Shores (Part 3)

"Hey Luna…” I said with a smirk, “T was looking for someone to flog…”

"Ooh! You can flog me!" Luna replied sweetly. T immediately drew close to her as they blushed a little and talked it out.

Though Sprite, G and my husband were in our circle they might as well have been in their own world. Sprite was grinding on their laps and stroking their hard cocks through their towels. The three of them seemed oblivious to the boisterous social scene around them. My heart fluttered as I watched my husband gasp at her touch.

"I don’t know I feel like I need to practise first, some warm up strokes before I hit anyone with it…" T and Luna were both laughing with nervous excitement as they decided to head to the dungeon. I caught my husbands eye and gestured that I was going to follow the girls. He motioned to the pretty blonde sprite on his lap, who was lost in her state of worship, and tilted his head a little, a questioning look. I know his sign language, which comforts me. He wanted reassurance that I was okay with them playing while I went to explore. I smiled at him and nodded, blowing a kiss before I scurried after my friends.

Happy Fisting Day <3
herdirtylittleheart:

"Am I bad?"
"Is there something wrong with me?"
"It’s so… it’s so…why am I like this?”
I’ve said things like this after some of my kinkiest play times. My head fills with words like wrong, bad, extreme, twisted, perverted, dirty. I am filled with doubt. Usually it’s in those quiet moments afterwards where I’m hiding my face and breathless and feeling very Little. My inner feminist warrior hates that I ask, hates that my subconscious attacks me with shame and these insecure questions. 
I am fortunate to have a partner who holds me in those moments and tells me that I’m perfect and that there is nothing wrong with my desires. Who encourages me to own even my kinkiest thoughts and wants. Who never judges me for even my most obscene day dreams. 
I’ve noticed too that these questions become less common over time. The more I explore, the more I am reassured, the more comfortable I become with my own sexuality. Things that would have made me blush and stammer a few years ago are things that I can defend with a confident grin now to even my most vanilla friends. 
And I love that. 
Fuck just accepting, we should revel in our bodies and their abilities. We should face our desires with curiosity and a sense of adventure. Nobody should make us feel wrong for wanting to experience our bodies and our imaginations to their fullest extents.

Happy Fisting Day <3

herdirtylittleheart:

"Am I bad?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"It’s so… it’s so…why am I like this?”

I’ve said things like this after some of my kinkiest play times. My head fills with words like wrong, bad, extreme, twisted, perverted, dirty. I am filled with doubt. Usually it’s in those quiet moments afterwards where I’m hiding my face and breathless and feeling very Little. My inner feminist warrior hates that I ask, hates that my subconscious attacks me with shame and these insecure questions. 

I am fortunate to have a partner who holds me in those moments and tells me that I’m perfect and that there is nothing wrong with my desires. Who encourages me to own even my kinkiest thoughts and wants. Who never judges me for even my most obscene day dreams. 

I’ve noticed too that these questions become less common over time. The more I explore, the more I am reassured, the more comfortable I become with my own sexuality. Things that would have made me blush and stammer a few years ago are things that I can defend with a confident grin now to even my most vanilla friends. 

And I love that. 

Fuck just accepting, we should revel in our bodies and their abilities. We should face our desires with curiosity and a sense of adventure. Nobody should make us feel wrong for wanting to experience our bodies and our imaginations to their fullest extents.

"We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?"

(Source: b0hemian-vibes)

Brave Shores (Part 2)

As we entered the busy club the staff gave Luna a rapid-fire version of the rules that left us giggling, somehow listing rules about consent, safe sex and ‘where to fuck’ like an auctioneer made it hard to take seriously.

When Luna went to pay her entry fee for the event my husband jumped in to pay for her. She graciously argued and tried to give him his money back. “It’s a Canadian custom,” he said, tongue in cheek, “Your first trip to a sex club is free. It’s part of our heritage!”* The other folks in line smirked and assured her this was true. (*This is not true. But it should be.) 

We gave Luna the grand tour of the club, pointing out all of our favourite fancy details. We met G and Sprite and headed to the locker room to disrobe. I always love the banter and excitable energy in the locker rooms, clubs like this often don’t allow street clothes, and while everyone strips down to lingerie or the requisite white towels you can’t help but get a little giddy. 

We grabbed a drink from the bar and found a comfy couch on the patio. It was a warm night, summer hadn’t quite left us yet, and as SansShame arrived with his date and T found our little crew I introduced Luna to everyone, half-naked, under the stars.

The conversation came easily, the drinks were flowing, Luna flitted around meeting strangers and reporting to us that “everyone is so friendly!” (It’s hard not to be friendly to a pixie in lavender lingerie.) We were discussing the sheer attractiveness of the other guests when my enthusiastic hand-talking resulted in my punching Luna’s glass of red wine out of her hand and splattering it spectacularly across the white wall. (Not ON ANYONE thank fuck.) Luckily at an event like this there are plenty of extra towels on hand…

As we chatted Sprite was clearly becoming distracted by G and my husband, naked but for the crisp white towels around their waists. She started to absent-mindedly stroke their hard on’s through the terry cloth, running her fingertips along their hipbones. I got nervous, the night had barely begun, I needed more time before I jumped in.

T pulled her flogger out of her purse, her timing was impeccable (as always). “I’m probably not going to play, but I brought my flogger in case you want to use it…” she swished it around in the air a little. “I wish I had someone to use it on,” she pouted. 

My eyes lit up. “Hey Luna…”

Brave Shores (Part 1)

Luna perched on the edge of my bathtub doing my eye makeup. Nobody’s done my makeup in years. I let myself feel pampered, it helped the butterflies in my tummy. Tonight we were going to an Exhibitionist Party in a fancy place with a dungeon. It was her first time attending an event like this. As she put the finishing touches on my eyeliner I explained to Luna that people attend this particular event expecting to see a good show, which tends to encourage the exhibitionists among us to deliver a good show. Expectations are important. 

She had decided on a beautiful lavender corset with strappy heels and I was wearing my favourite black lace bodysuit with my hair wavy and wild. 

"I’ll be on the sidelines taking in the view," Luna said with a smile, as she put away her make up brushes. 

(You guys? Do me a favour and remember that she said that… *snicker*)

My baby toes get nervous and squinch up when I’m posing for pictures. 

It should be a rule that if it&#8217;s dark and rainy when your alarm goes off you should just get to stay in bed. 

It should be a rule that if it’s dark and rainy when your alarm goes off you should just get to stay in bed. 

"Promise?" she asked, her chin quivered a bit.
"Promise," he said, as sure as the wind.
It seemed like a good time to believe him.

"Promise?" she asked, her chin quivered a bit.

"Promise," he said, as sure as the wind.

It seemed like a good time to believe him.

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