Feral

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She felt feral when she was around him, reduced to some base animal that had to have him. She circled around him; wary, watching, distracted by others, curt nods soon sending them away. He knew she was there, of course he knew. But he never looked directly at her. Even hunters can be easily spooked.

Instead, he casually engaged with others, made chat, laughed appropriately at jokes, nodded with interest … Continue Reading

Loves: 14
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Missed connections

There comes a pivotal point in getting to know someone where I decide to say something serious, to unpeel a layer, to reveal something of myself.

It usually comes some time past where we have shared silly, flirty emails and the normal ‘getting to know you’ stuff, it comes at a point where I feel safe enough to let them have a little peek inside.

I know it sounds a little strange for someone who shares so much in public spaces to talk about letting someone have ‘a little peek inside’, but I’m sure you can imagine that for all … Continue Reading

Loves: 19
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Maybe kissing

I trawled OKCupid for men I felt moved to contact last week. I do that from time to time and I send a message if they look interesting.

There wasn’t a single profile that motivated me to send a note. Not one. Not even a ‘you aren’t a match for me but great profile/funny comment/cute photos’ kind of note.

I’m sure I’m not alone in having this experience. It’s one of the reasons I rarely actively look. I find it not just frustrating, but kind of depressing.

In the meantime, holy fuck beautiful eyes is back in the country next … Continue Reading

Loves: 5
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Holy fuck beautiful eyes: Well hello there

Holy-fuck-beautiful-eyes has been out of the country since our kissing date (nothing to do with me, I promise!).

We have kept in sporadic touch: a few texts, the occasional flurry of emails, some light flirting.

Some of our exchanges feel like a kind of esoteric dance. He throws in little snippets that capture my attention, make me think, puzzle or intrigue me.

“i think the engaging thing between us might be,
that you are capable of doing anything,
and i am capable of letting anything happen”

I feel like I do a quizzical head-tilt when I read some of it, … Continue Reading

Loves: 20
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Zing zing, or not

I’ve mentioned before that I sent holy-fuck-beautiful-eyes a random message out of the blue, not because he was a potential partner, just because he was beautiful and his OKCupid profile was smart and interesting. My profile there is all about the D/s: I don’t ‘hide’ it in secret code somehow, so he saw all that up-front. We agreed very early on that we weren’t a match, but still, the light conversation and flirting continued.

Despite the ‘not a match’ thing, we got to the stage where I proposed a kissing date. *No other local men with whom I have Continue Reading

Loves: 12
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What I want

You have to give me what I want.

But it’s not enough for you to give me what I want.

You have to *want me to get what I want*.

But that’s still not enough either.

You have to want to be the one to give me that.

And even then, it’s not enough.

You have to *convince me* that you will give me what I want, that you want me to get what I want, that you want to be the one to give me that.

Then you have to convince me that it will make you happy.… Continue Reading

Loves: 24
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Kissing date: strobe light impressions

The slightly awkward hello of strangers. A few words to reiterate the rules. A blindfold slipped over his head. I held his hand in my lap while I took off my shoes. I kissed his fingers, his palms, gently stroking his bare skin, easing into this intimate contact.

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He offered to be bound, told me there was ‘stuff’ in the drawer. There was: collar, cuffs, and a clip. No rope. I bound one of his wrists to the bed frame using both cuffs. He started giving me instructions on where to find rope. I stopped him.
“I’m sure if … Continue Reading

Loves: 18
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