Bratty subs

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the flame of rejection, the flame of abandonment, the flame of disappointment. Here’s a little vignette: Charlotte and I have been…

A flash in the pan. Sadly.

Hope comes to me (and, in part 2, will come for me….)

I want what I want and I want it now.

This is a post I wrote in 2013. I’m not sure why I never posted it. And, to be honest, I only barely remember H. I suppose I could go back to my e-mails and see what I might be…

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

When Marina behaves badly, I want to hurt her. Well, not hurt her. But I want her to suffer. And I don’t want to suffer. And, I want her to stop behaving badly. Marina – for all her virtues – consistently behaves badly, in one particular way.

Sometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.

Bratty subs want to win. I want you to want to win. And, I want to win.

In which I continue to use my date with Svetlana to explore my likes and dislikes.