When we started to talk, I was in a vulnerable place. I felt isolated from my friends and family. I was in a bad relationship (but you didn’t know that). I was looking for somebody to talk to, to confide in, to be friends with. I let my guard down.
As I sit here and write this, my chest is still tight. It hurts to breathe. I have started this blog about 10 times now and wiped everything that I have written. The truth is, I really don’t know how to describe the feelings that are happening inside me. The
I am very picky when it comes to choosing a Dom. And it makes it even worse because I have been spoiled by having one of the best Doms in the world as my husband: Mr. Devious! I have had various ads, on various different platforms throughout the last few
Daddy keeps complaining that our bed is too crowded. I don’t think it is very fair. I only have a few friends that share our bed with us. Let me introduce you: Eeyore Eeyore has been sleeping with me since I was 16. He is my all time favorite. He
My feet like to be naked. My toes like to be free. When I am at home, I am barefoot 95% of the time. Even when I sleep, my feet need to be sticking outside of my blankets. I wear flip flops as soon as the weather turns warm enough
Last weekend there was a request to get back to discussing boobs and butts. Well, being the people pleaser that I am, who would I be to ignore such a request? Before Mr. Devious and I got married, I decided to be brave and pose in my underwear for a