Half In-Half Out
One is privacy, or maybe not so much...
Life of A Kinky Wife
Built from experience. Designed for practice
Amber Kaine
MrsK is a Canadian writer, photographer, and kinkster who live by the motto "life, laughter, and lube". Here you'll find her darkest fantasies, personal retellings, and erotic photography with just a dash of vanilla sprinkles thrown in for good measure. MrsK is also the Creator of Mmm Mondays, a Medium publication, designed with all things delicious in mind.
Winner Takes All
Triple letter score on the Letter K.
A Sensual Shave
His body tenses once more as the razor slides across his carotid artery. He knows that with just one slip, his life could be snuffed out, but the trust in his eyes urges me on, encourages me to finish my act of service.
Finding Feminism in BDSM
BDSM has encouraged me to speak up, to stand up, to shout out. It’s shown me that we are all equal and if we learn to talk, to listen and trust in the steps, true equality is found
Growing in Forgiveness
Often when people are looking for forgiveness, they have this vision that once their grievances are excused that life as they know it will continue. That is rarely the case. Forgiveness creates an invisible line.
Illuminate
I spent all night weaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautiful when you wear my light.
-Kamand Kojouri
Gags and Bits
Rope has many uses, and in the kink world, we’re well aware that they are invaluable. But we forget that they can be used for more than just tying up your partner, or keeping someone captive. They can also be…
D/scipline
Discipline is defined as the practice of training people to follow rules or a code of behaviour, using punishment to correct disobedience. While that easily depicts what discipline is in many forms, it’s only a thin layer of a very heavy topic.
Cold Hard Truth
“Just tell me the truth”, she said as I lied. My shame was written on my behind.
She spanked and she pinched, she tore at my skin, but the truth was not easy, laced in sin.
Making a Masochist-Part II
Ian clears his throat and stands, walking toward me. “Do you know why you are being punished, slut?” he asks with an edge to his voice.