Moving

Posted on 1st April 2013 in Non Kink

As some of you know I’ve been having problems uploading images to this blog, so I’m switching over to a Blogger blog in the hopes it’ll give me more space. I hope you’ll follow me over to: http://notthewhip.blogspot.com where the kink will continue

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Kink Of The Week: Spanking

Posted on 29th March 2013 in Kink of the Week

Spanking is one of my favourite things, it’s right up there with bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. I adore it. I adore the feel of a bare hand against my naked ass, stroking it before swatting it hard, causing my ass to ripple slightly. Oh how I love it.

There’s something magical for me about being bent over someone’s knee and spanked too. A good OTK spanking is really just…oooh…it gives me tingles just to think about it! Now if you combine it with some Daddy/girl play then that would be me, done and over the edge, bam! Perfection!

I find there is a lot of bonding to be done during spanking too. The flesh on flesh contact is wonderful and the act itself somehow allows me to feel very safe, very loved and cherished.

That’s pretty much all I have to say on the matter, but if you want to have your say click the “kink of the week” picture to find out why I’m talking about spanking this week!

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Sinful Sunday: Not anymore

Posted on 17th March 2013 in Sinful Sunday

For Wicked Wednesday I wrote about ‘hair down there‘ and you came to my air and offered a myriad of suggestions. I got up my courage, swallowed my pride and spoke to my Sir and I present you with the last photo of said hair as it is now all gone! I am unspeakably happy!

Sinful Sunday

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Sinful Sunday: Eyes

Posted on 10th March 2013 in Sinful Sunday

Sinful Sunday

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Hair Down There

Posted on 5th March 2013 in Journal, Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “?+?=?” and “me+hair=:(” here’s why;

So, Sir had me grow, and now has me maintaining, a landing strip. I thought I’d get used to it, maybe even grow fond of it, but I haven’t. Every time I shower I want to shave it off, I want it to be gone, to be quite honest, it disgusts me.

I’ve shaved my lady parts since hair appeared so it’s not something I’m used to seeing, I’m not a fan of any kind of bush on females in general so to see it on me is something of an issue. (If anyone is interested I love hairy men so go figure).

I’ve kept waiting for the moment where I look down and think “oh it’s not so bad,” and it hasn’t come and I know that if we broke up it would be gone seconds later. But I want to please him, to make him happy, and he likes it so I have to deal with it.

I’ve tried looking at porn with hairy ladies in it to desensitise myself to it, so to speak, but so far no luck.

Anyone got any suggestions? How to learn to love something you hate?
Wicked Wednesday... be inspired & share...

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Wicked Wednesday: Writhe

Posted on 27th February 2013 in Erotica, Wicked Wednesday

The plane journey has been long. Oh so long. I sit in my seat, not really knowing what is to come, what to expect when I step off that plane. Without a bra and without panties I have traveled from my home to his, nervous, scared, flying into the unknown.

I writhe. In anticipation. In expectation.

I collect my bags and leave, seeing him, seeing her, finally, my cunt twitches. I approach slowly, worried I am not what they expected. Not hot enough, not sexy enough, not anything enough. But they smile at me, Sir grins, nodding to the bathrooms. I flush but the wetness between my legs gives me away. He knows, they both know. I take my bags into the bathroom and he follows me.

I pick a stall and wait. So nervous, heart pounding, but writhing. He enters, I know it is him, and my door swings open almost of its own accord, knowing how much I want this. He shuts the door behind him and lifts my top up, no words pass his lips, not even a hello. He gropes me, feeling my tits, running his hands over my stomach, around my waist, back to my tits, squeezing my nipples while I bite my lip trying not to give us away.

I writhe. In fear. In pleasure.

He lifts my skirt, grinning to see I have obeyed his orders. His hands explore me and I blush, turning my head away, unable to look at him. A hand wraps around my chin and turns my face towards him.

I writhe. In shame.

His fingers explore me, he turns me round, examining every inch of me. He bends me over, spreading my ass cheeks. I feel fingers begin to explore inside of me, violating what has been just mine for so long.

I writhe.

I hear the sound of a zipper and swiftly he takes me. I cannot help but scream and soon find a hand over my mouth as he pounds into me. Stretching me. Using me. Abusing me. I feel his cock pulse inside me, and he is done with me. He pulls out, zips up and leaves. I collapse on toilet.

And I writhe.

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Sinful Sunday

Posted on 24th February 2013 in Sinful Sunday

Sinful Sunday

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Sinful Sunday: Self Love

Posted on 17th February 2013 in Photos, Sinful Sunday

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection” 

― Gautama Buddha

It might not sound valentiney but for me the most important love is self love.

Sinful Sunday

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30 Days of Kink: Day 25

Posted on 15th February 2013 in 30 Days of Kink

How open are you about your kinks?

This may seem odd given that I blog sort-of-anonymously but I’m actually pretty open. I don’t go round yelling it from the rooftops but my friends know I’m kinky and if you ask about it I’ll tell you. I tweet some kinky things from my non-kink account on occasion, and not just by accident!

So all in all I’m pretty open about them, but I’d rather my family didn’t see me naked!

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30 Days of Kink: Day 26

Posted on 26th March 2012 in 30 Days of Kink

What’s your opinion on online BDSM play?

I have a love/hate relationship with online play; I love the people it gives me chance to play with and the things I learn through playing with them, but I hate the lack of sensation, in that my (albeit mild) masochism struggles to be sated. I find that after a while I am longing for a meet up and to feel their hands on me, to live out in reality what we have discussed.

I love being able to run my hands over people and feel their hands on me. I love the feel of a strong hand on my neck as a cock forces its way into me. I love to feel.

For me online is no replacement for the real thing and it could never be the relationship I have with my soul mate, but it does fill a hole (so to speak) in my life when I can’t express my sexuality ‘in real life.’

 

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