I am a switch, a fact that’s been glaringly obvious since my divorce. Sure, I tend towards the bottoming side, but every so often I have the urge to hurt, to bite, to tear into, to beat upon his body like a canvas where I leave my mark that he is undeniably mine and will be left with the physical reminders of me for days to come.
Having the time to enjoy his reactions, to experiment and try new things, to explore this other side of me, is what the weekends are all about.
Have you been following the photo story of David? It’s about to get steamier…
I love the feel when rope bites into muscles and makes me utterly captivated. I love when it slowly slides off and leaves the trails of where it bit me as evidence to run my fingers gently over afterwards.
A scene from being tied and spread with The Wanderer.