Anecdotes

Slowly we unbuttoned his shirt, leaving lipstick trailing from his neck to his chest. He attempted to protest, “But what about everyone watching?” I brushed my fingers across the buckle of his belt and he moaned lightly, protests forgotten. Read More

The physicality of my aggression and exhaustion from the grappling of bodies put me in a chaotic dominant high unlike the more familiar, concentrated and almost meditative trance of purely psychological domination. Read More

I was the first one to penetrate the wall of balloons. I found a gap near the floor and forced my way in. The pressure of the balloons pressing against me from all directions was calming and comforting, like an infant in the womb. At the same time, it was sensual and powerfully erotic. Read More