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control and release


Buttery new leather with decadently polished brass hardware encircle my neck, wrists, ankles. I feel more secure already, while at the same time sweetly threatened. I wait, breathing shallow from anticipation, as I stand in front of him. “On all fours on the bed. Ass facing me.”, he instructs. It feels wrong to like it so much when his voice hardens, when he just tells me what to do...

the shower


You were running a little late for our planned dinner date. “I need a quick shower before we head out. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll be out in ten minutes.” You quirked an eyebrow at me. “Unless you want to join me?” I blushed a subtle pink. Ridiculous. I am no demure virgin. And yet there it was – heat in my cheeks. “I don’t mind...

thinking about safewords


This afternoon I was curled up with an erotic novel. In this particular novel there was a section with a LOT of references to using your safe word. As in, they were setting up a scene in the “club” and at each step the sub (main character) kept balking and the DMs kept asking her if she wanted to use her safe word. However, they haven’t fully explained what...

Welcome. I’ve missed you


I didn’t quite have revitalizing my sex blog on my bingo card for 2022, but I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it for weeks. Your girl Vikki is once again in an intense period of thinking about, and rethinking about, sex, sexuality, BDSM, submission, and all of the delicious bits that go along with it. (Hopefully, this is followed by an intense period of having some or ideally...



So my man decided to join me in the shower last Saturday. He loves to wash my hair and back and, okay, naughty bits too. (Truth be told, I think he’s mainly there for the naughty-bit-washing. The shock!) On this particular Saturday, I was out of body wash. Vikki’s been a busy girl of late. So I’ve been using my body scrub every day instead. You should have seen his face when I...

orgasm classification


According to my man, who has done intensive study on the subject, I apparently have three types of orgasm. I laughed out loud when he said it – that many types, really? – but once he explained it to me, I couldn’t help but agree. Please note the naming is his, not mine! 🙂 Angel wings – Quick, intense, brief. These are the surprise orgasms, the ones he doesn’t see...

spreading the legs


Opening your legs is one of the most vulnerable things a woman can do. It gives access to areas of her body where she’s most sensitive, most vulnerable. Done right, the simple act of getting those legs open for the first time can be a huge turn on in and of itself. The most basic is opening my legs myself, freely given, without any prompting other than maybe fingers wandering down my belly...

just when you never thought it would happen


I’m sure the only computers still checking this web site for updates are manned by ‘bots; however, that’s OK. This was always more a place for me to think out loud and formulate my desires, dreams and opinions “out loud”, so to speak – so it’s just fine that there are more echoes in this “out loud” place than there used to be. 🙂 One of my most...

for the woman who has everything


Today, I ran across the craziest bit of bling (and normally I, like most girls, am healthily attracted to bling) that I’ve ever seen in my life. That is to say, I found a $1500 vibrator. Yeah, you read that right. Called the YVA Gold, the thing is a cordless, rechargeable vibrator made from sterling silver and handmade in 18K gold plate. Also comes with a moleskin carry pouch, natch...

why must women be the bearer?


Lately, I’ve been reading some things that make it hard for me to maintain a grip on my feelings towards men. I realize, fully and completely, how stupid and pointless and unfair it is to tar an entire gender with the same brush. And yet. The theme this week seems to be: woman as bearer. First, a book I just finished this week called Nine Parts of Desire: The Hidden World of Islamic Women...

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