Sometimes, the earth really does move

He asked when it had hit.
It seems earthquakes are not as detectable when you're driving.

I was really hoping it was when I was with you.
Don't think I would have noticed.

He says I need direction

"You need my direction. Remind me Tuesday."

Well, of course I need his direction!
Especially now, having been on my own for a week.
There's a reason I respond to ownership.
A reason I gravitate towards dominance.

I need it.

And not from just anyone.

I had a good time.
And in some ways, it was good to have the freedom.
But I always carried him within me.

And coming home,
leaving where I was,
leaving the people I was with,
was a lot easier knowing I was coming home
to resume being
who I really am.

(Boy, would my friends be surprised...)

The pause that refreshes

Does he really think it's that easy?

I'm on my way to my annual music and dance immersion.
Playing music,
dancing,
hanging out,
living in a cabin with 15 other people...

He says it's good to cleanse the palate occasionally.
He says I should concentrate on my artistic endeavours.
He says it would be good to clear my mid of thoughts of him

Really?
He really thinks I will?

I'll be like a kid at an artsy summer camp.

"Listen, Daddy!
Listen to what I learned to play today!
Isn't this a beautiful tune?
Look at our beautiful cabin!
Taste this delicious food!
Look at how I'm glowing because I'm so happy.
Listen in on my mind, Daddy!
Hear how I never stop thinking of you."

I won't try hard to avoid thinking about him.
But I'll take it as absolution in advance for focusing on other things.

I had hoped to schedule a few other posts for while I'm gone, including my very happy review of my latest toy. But that will just have to wait until I get back. Meanwhile, go delve into the archives, or re-read some of your favorite posts, until one day I pop up smiling again.

Have a good week, you guys.

As for me,
this night on my own in a hotel in Scranton,
I have permission to masturbate.
Yippee!
I only hope I don't fall asleep first...

Between two people

He was here.
And that's all I will say.

Some things are too personal...

Not dead. Just busy.

The new bathroom is all done except for a few details.
So I've been cleaning up after that.
Clearing out the dungeon bedroom for the new tenant.
He moved in tonight.
We talked for far too long.
Plus I'm leaving soon for music camp.
Way too much to do for that.

And Daddy is coming tomorrow.
He says he's feeling very predatory.
I'm glad.
With all the current distractions
and then a week away at camp
I need to feel the power of his control.

I am deliciously nervous...

Please say you like me!

Those submissives, you are thinking.
Always so needy.
Always needing approval.
Down on their knees, begging for those magic words.

"Good girl."

Well...
yes.
But not only.

There's this top sex bloggers thing.

Last year, completely to my surprise, I ended up on the list of Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2010. I didn't even know I'd been nominated, and only found out I'd been included (at #34) when my stats shot up like a runaway helium balloon. I felt honored. And moved. Especially because what I do is rather different from what you'll find on most sex-related blogs. BDSM or otherwise.

It wasn't just the honor.
It wasn't just the new readers.
There were the unexpected extras.
The invitations to test drive sex toys.
And my favorite:
a request to submit comments for a journalism textbook
on writing about sex.
Very thought-provoking.

So who can be surprised?
I'm a greedy little thing.
I want more.

And as some of you may have noticed elsewhere, the call for nominations is out. So if you happen to particularly like what I do here - and/or particularly like what some other bloggers are doing - go here to get all the rules and details and then make your nominations for the Top Sex Bloggers of 2011. As rule #6 says: "You can nominate as many bloggers as you like, but please try to limit to your very favorites."

Just please don't dawdle.
Nominations close August 31.

And if I'm one of your very favorites - let them know!

[shameless... I know... ]

His hand, my butt

He spanked me.

So "Nu...?" you say. Or would say if you were one of my long-dead Yiddish-speaking grandfathers. Either one. The Socialist or the Communist. Take your pick.

Where was I?
Ah yes.

So "Nu...?" you say.
He's a dom.
A sadist.
I should be surprised?

Well, yes. Because there hasn't been much spanking of this slave's smooth, soft, sumptuous bottom lately. The sadist has been cautious, hoping not to awaken the beast who has been lolling around in the heat of these past few weeks. Still, a man has appetites. Not to mention a precious toy which it's a pity not to use to full advantage

So he spanked his treasure's bottom.
And pinched his little slave's nipples.
And renewed the bite marks on her neck and lower lip.

It wasn't a bad spanking.
Just enough to leave a lingering pain a few hours later.

A treasured, ringing reminder
of pain
and love
and the hour or so I spent worshiping his cock with my mouth.