Morning Bruises

She woke to the scent of fresh orange blossoms, ylang ylang, and memories of the evening before. Rolling over she felt the memories as well, her body sore and bruised. Some were red, beginning to turn purple. Others were still invisible but tender to the touch. She knew they’d be surfacing soon, changing colours as […]

B is for…

Bruises Bruises are terrible things. They hurt. They change colours from blue to purple to a yucky yellowish green. They suck. Or do they? The answer is a bit confounded. Yes, bruises can be painful nasty buggers. But no, they aren’t always terrible things. They can be very, very wonderful things. Every time I move, […]

Reminders

He likes to bite and I love when he does. Like a wild animal tearing into his prey, marking his territory, with wild abandon. The bruises he leaves behind are my reminders. There are currently a dozen I can see in addition to my bruised derriere and a scratch up my thigh. They remind me of […]

Bruised

“If I could take away his pain… If there was a way to transfer it from his soul onto mine. I would take it. Without hesitation I would take it all. Maybe that’s how you know you love someone. When you actually feel each tear they cry as if they were your own. When you […]

My Rear End

I had a great session on the spanking bench Saturday night. I was nervous at first, being in the middle of the dungeon with a lot of people around, but Daddy has a great way of connecting and comforting you before he plays. When I finally knelt and lay across the bench my rear end […]