Musing

I am difficult to please. Doing as I ask is simply not enough.

It’s a tough time to write a sex blog.

Rollercoasters and relationships.

Sometimes I struggle to sleep….

I can breathe.

The addictive elixir of submission.

Why clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….

I torture myself.

Infantile wounds leave me vulnerable to the annihilating terror of ceasing to exist.

My mother abandoned me….