Ah, there it is. My kinky side.

January has been a good month with lots to appreciate… except for, there’s been very little sex and no kink! February started with me changing that story. Here’s how that happened.

January saw me going on several beautiful walks in the countryside with good friends; some really lovely dates and evenings in with my partner; a nice session with my other partner at his place.

The first few weeks of my new job feel like they went …OK? I think. I concentrated really hard on taking it slowly and consciously and not allowing myself to run off in all directions or cave to outside pressure to DO STUFF before planning it. I think that paid off, as I now feel pretty calm and in control of what’s quite a difficult programme of work. Continue reading “Ah, there it is. My kinky side.”

A tribute to messed-up porn

I wrote a post a while ago about my belated sexual awakening. I realised that I’ve had the second part of this drafted for ages, but forgotten to publish it. (I’ve got lots of drafts sitting there, awaiting some polish, because I’m shit and disorganised).

Today I found it!

So here you go: what happened to me when I encountered porn… after I got my first vibrator and had my first orgasm. (I’ve realised it also links quite a lot with the stuff I’ve written about my introduction into BDSM.)

The story in a nutshell: I started watching porn, and I quickly slid down a filthy, lubed-up slippery slope. A slope lined with red high heels, bad dialogue, and false nails.

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My path into being a submissive, Part 1: How NOT to find a Dominant

This is Part 1 of a short series all about how I became a submissive  and began exploring kink and BDSM. I’ll put Part 2 up soon.

I still remember the exact day I first decided to enter the world of BDSM.

(You’ll be pleased to know, it has nothing to do with Fifty Shades of Grey).

I had just decided to end things with a man I had been dating. He was attractive to me- sexually. But he was also a bit controlling, and a bit careless.

His classic move was to cancel dates at the last minute, after I had kept my diary clear for him. And then be incredibly unapologetic about it, as if I didn’t matter that much anyway. Continue reading “My path into being a submissive, Part 1: How NOT to find a Dominant”