Dominance

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.

I don’t like being pigeon-holed.

Opposites attract

Some of my thoughts about WHY I want the things I want.

I’m finding it challenging to write. My internal censor has been very active lately.

Domination can be fun. It also can be rape.

So many men are so poorly behaved. I’m embarrassed at yet another example of sadistic sociopathy among otherwise admirable men.