Purple Haze
, these lyrics speak of the lust that is hard pressed to be contained when you meet someone you're attracted to. If that first hook-up should happen, things always seem tinted behind rose coloured glasses.
Life of A Kinky Wife
Built from experience. Designed for practice
Category KW’s Musings
Scheduling Time for Intimacy
Intimacy is a feeling of mutual openness, vulnerability, and closeness experienced between two (but sometimes more) people. It is a connection that makes us feel like another accepts us and does not judge. It is invaluable to a healthy social life, a lasting relationship, and how you feel about yourself.
Control my Climax
I had just finished yelling, screaming actually, “I’m going to come,” before having a third orgasm in as many minutes. The wand is still buzzing away happily somewhere around my very merry nether region. I’m so sensitive the location doesn’t have to be exact, only approximate. I love it but also hate it with a passion.
Never Last Long
I don"t know why I bother, it's not like they'll be seen.
He just wraps his fingers around them, and rips them at the seams.
Oral Sex-The Give and Take
If you don’t like oral sex I would say that you’re doing it wrong. While it does take a bit of technique to be good at either cunnilingus or fellatio it should be an enjoyable experience for all involved. I’m…
Using Ritual to Reestablish D/s Connection
Rituals don’t have to be big elaborate ordeals for them to work as desired. Personally, I think it’s best if they aren’t. And although long rituals and ceremonies have their place in the kink world, sometimes keeping it simple is the best course of action.
Hot for Teacher
♫ I’ve got it bad, got it bad, got it bad I’m hot for Teacher ♫ Van Halen This is a story of one of my many experiences in College. Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity, but…
On-Line Lovin’
When we form friendships, all we are doing is creating a state of mutual trust and support between people. This doesn’t have to be in-person to have value, it just has to feel real
Yes Sir, No Sir, Three bags Full Sir
“Yes, Sir!” I said much louder than necessary, scrambling to lay on his lap. I felt awkward there, but he repositioned me and suddenly I was quite comfortable. His hand ran over my smooth flesh, soft and gentle, grabbing a hand full and letting go. He pushed my cheeks together and pulled them apart, letting them jiggle in their natural way.
Dog Days of Summer
But these are days we dream about
When the sunlight paints us gold