Years ago when I first started reading around this subject, I spent a lot of time wondering what made me like this. I like to overthink a subject. BDSM in mainstream fiction is pretty much exclusively portrayed as a sickness from which the poor deviant must be cured, and recently Fifty Shades has broadcast that... Continue Reading →
In the weeks leading up to the birth, I worried. It wasn't just about how I would face up to labour, but also, a little bit, about how the masochist in me would feel if I couldn't take the pain. Not that anyone would know, apart from my boyfriend, and I don't think he was... Continue Reading →
I don't doubt that there are some couples who live the lifestyle 24/7, but we have never minded the practicalities of life getting in the way. We had a few years of BDSM being a huge part of our lives, and now we're just what Sir calls Suburban Kinksters, with a box of toys under... Continue Reading →
I bought a book. It was a sort of beginners guide to being a bit kinky. Reading it helped things to slot into place, but it was no use to me knowing all this and having no one to try it out with. An online friend told me she had shared this same stuff with... Continue Reading →
Ever since I was a little girl, I've had erotic fantasies in which I was captured and tied up, and been subjected to various indignities, often involving scanty outfits. I tried to play these games with little boys that I knew, but they just didn't get it. Eventually I figured out I should stop sharing... Continue Reading →