Fun and sexy true stories from our lives with a little hint of kink!
A true story. "I don't need to buy you a collar do I, Kitten?" he purrs, our eyes meet as he steps towards me and I smile. "No, Daddy" I reply. "Where is your collar?" "Remind me" I muse. I drop to my knees and sweep my hair out of the way, our eyes now … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: Daddy’s Collar
Good evening lovelies, Tonight, I wanted to share with you a little sneak peek at some of the gifts I bought for Matt this year. I was really inspired by His Minnie's 12 Days Of Cockmas post in which she shared some of the gifts she'd bought for her Master on day 1 of her … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: Naughty AND Nice
I woke just after 9 am to the sound of the water cascading in the distance. Damn him for disrupting my Saturday morning routine. I brewed myself some tea and sat down at my computer. Bleary-eyed, I powered up and set about my plans for the day, the pressures in the run-up to Christmas are … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: Positions
I sat with my head in my hand and picked gingerly at my chips. It was meant to be a good dinner, but, sadly, nothing about it was. Tomato ketchup instead of peppercorn sauce? Peas instead of green beans? No, this was sub-standard for what we'd normally cook up. "I just don't know anymore, I … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: From Beyond Closed Doors
Sex comes with many surprises, new and exciting adventures, painful injuries and sometimes unwelcome bodily functions.
I woke just before the clock struck 8am. Slill drowsy, I sat up on my bed and looked to Wolfie, who was already sat up, writing notes and focusing on a call. I smiled at him softly then picked up my phone to message him: We shouldn't have done the thing last night.. So sleepy … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: Late Nights & Early Mornings
Every brat her day,,
Late night thoughts after a very intense day.
Last night was very impromptu. It was rough. ready and unabashed and yet somehow, it was perfect.
His confidence, the smattering of hair on his chest, his broad shoulders and the way his lounge pants clinged to his hips. He was perfect.
