Sitting back to observe people has long been a habit of mine. Only in recent years have I become more interactive, playing with the bodies and minds of willing participants as I entertained them and myself. When I was a teen I would watch people for hours, studying faces, expressions, emotions illustrated by postures and … Continue reading Expressions (2014)
A few years ago, I saw a cruiser bicycle crusted in yellow house paint chained to the fence of a consignment shop in Portland, marked as a new arrival. Usually I shop around and bite my nails over choices before making a purchase, this however was love at first sight. A few questions and $20 … Continue reading Lulu
The first time I was whipped, a playmate shared his first whip, a David Morgan signal whip. All my housemates were out except for him, so we played in the dark living room of the shared Craftsman home in Portland, Oregon. I had been caned by him before and enjoyed myself so I was keen to … Continue reading A Tale of a Single Tail
One summer in my teens I was hiking with my father on the Jardine Juniper Trail in Utah. Our conversation had shifted from river rafting to my favorite episodes of Unsolved Mysteries when my dad brought up The Green River Killer, the moniker of Gary Ridgeway, the serial killer I had heard of on the news … Continue reading December 17th
Acts of care and nurturing are generally seen as a feminine attribute, something that was emphasized as a divine calling for women in the Mormon communities I was raised in. My desire to nurture in a D/s setting, to role play with the purpose of creating a soothing ritual and to be trusted to do so … Continue reading Ritual Caring
There have been times in my life where my relationship with my body was perfunctory at best, willfully ignoring it outside of immediate needs, either from body shame or something like a sort of paralysis of indecision from conflicting messages in the environments I lived in. In my hometown in Utah,the feminine ideal was typically … Continue reading Being A Body (Extended)
The first time I tried fisting, I was with a woman. Like many of the kinks I've eagerly stepped up for, always a curious cat, I was hooked. She and I had been playing over a few spring months exploring bondage, spanking and strap-on play together; once soaking through my pants coming on me while … Continue reading One Fist or Two?