Category Archives: Dirty Diary

One Hot Night

And as he took me….I felt him fly…

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Here Puppy

His tying isn’t technical. It doesn’t need to be. It’s raw, primal passion, using his whole body to restrain me and the jute simply to hold me in place. Constantly moving, flowing with impeccable pace, reading me, building me. The … Continue reading

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First Cut

Gliding the blade against his skin it’s only his response that tells me I’ve made a cut. His exhalations morph into growls, a rumble that speaks of pleasure, of a deep desire being sated. I keep my movement even, working … Continue reading

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Pegs, pain and pleasure

Every time he twitches it fires a pain response. Every time it fires a pain response three things happen, firstly his face contorts, initial wide eyed shock at the intensity before gritting his teeth to ride it, secondly I squeal … Continue reading

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Claimed

The thing about ambiguous emojis are the endless possibilities for interpretation. I’d been given a choice; a text message without context, forcing a decision from me. “Box A or Box B?” I doubted how much choice I actually had; who’s … Continue reading

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