Real-Time Service

 BDSM, control, cross-dressing, lingerie, my lovers, teasing, topping  No Responses »
Jun 262012
 

I was so deeply moved by my time with teddybearslave today. This blog post is likely to be poorly structured at best, and completely incomprehensible at worst, but I need to get my tumble of thoughts out of my brain into some place where I can see them again and remember what I feel like right this moment. I’m so cautious interpersonally, in some ways. It’s a crazy statement from someone whose husband’s girlfriend lives with us, who has an in-person lover locally and another long-distance. I can see that. And yet, on Friday night, when I tagged in to substitute in a play scene with my husband and another local couple, I stopped myself from kissing her, taking off my clothing, licking her, blowing [read more...]

Summer Solstice Kaboom

 BDSM, control, cross-dressing, denial, my lovers, subbing, topping  No Responses »
Jun 232012
 
Summer Solstice Kaboom

I wrote to my lover yesterday, “So apparently I’m having a little explosion of energy at the moment. Happy Summer Solstice… Here’s a potential new lover and a potential new submissive. Kaboom.” The rest of this blog post is the Galiana-length version of that unusually-well-summarized paragraph. Although I’m not primarily pagan, I do enjoy recognizing seasonal celebrations, and taking the opportunity to examine my life and its cyclical patterns. Summer Solstice is a time to remember the tending and waiting and watering of prior seasons, and to celebrate new growth. I think it’s obvious from my recent upward trend of blogging volume that I’m feeling a bit better than I was March-May. I worked hard to heal my back from its injury, which is finally [read more...]

Smooch Slut

 attention whore, flirting, kissing, my lovers, my lusts  1 Response »
Jun 222012
 
Smooch Slut

I love kissing. I love it a lot. It’s so intimate, so easy to slide into a place of wanting this moment to last forever. The taste, the scents, the touch. Feeling someone respond to the slightest of movements, matching pressure, exploring. And when it’s someone new, it’s a huge rush to initiate sexual contact for the first time. I’m pretty sure I can tell whether or not I’d enjoy having sex with someone based on three minutes or less of kissing. And I’m irrationally happy for a couple of days after I kiss someone new. I’m a bit of a smooch slut. The day I left for college, I’d kissed 36 people (and by kissing I mean making out long enough to have a [read more...]

Impregnating Galiana

 favorite stories, manipulation, pregnancy  1 Response »
Jun 202012
 
Impregnating Galiana

From an animal, biological perspective, it makes sense that people fantasize about getting a woman pregnant. The sex drive was created for creation, after all. Planting your seed deep inside to start a new life with your imprint… it’s a primal urge. In case you’re wondering, no, I don’t have kids. As far as I know, I’ve never been pregnant. I have, however, used dozens of pregnancy tests when circumstances were theoretically right to make the plus sign, but I always got a minus. In reality, since I got vertigo, I’m grateful it never happened. Kids are wiggly buggers. But in fantasy, none of the potential disadvantages of a pregnancy surface: no child support, no lifetime of contact with a crazy baby mama, and no [read more...]

Recent Faves

 control, denial, favorite stories, role play, teasing  No Responses »
Jun 172012
 

I have been deeply enjoying time with callers who have made appointments with me. I’m sure I’ll log back in for The Whole World again some day, but in the meantime, a few of my recent favorite fantasies: I’m in the Witness Protection Program and he’s my favorite bodyguard, one of the only people I can be honest with. When I get to go out of the house, I have to wear a high-tech realistic mask that alters my features so I’m unrecognizable, but I can’t let anyone touch me in it or they’d realize I’m in a mask. This is a terrible fate for someone who is used to getting a lot of attention from men, so I tend to go out, flirt with [read more...]

The Camera Adds

 phone sex, self-amusement, videos, weight  5 Responses »
Jun 142012
 

Back in December 2011, I took one too many anti-vertigo medicines after getting dizzy after shooting a custom video, so I decided it would be a fantastic time to wax philosophical on camera. Most of what I shot that evening was unsuitable for viewing by anyone other than my Recycle Bin, but this one was pretty funny. I was getting frustrated at how disproportional I looked when I was in any position other than sitting, leaning forward, with my elbows resting on my knees. So I talked about other positions and showed just exactly how unflattering some other angles are. But there are a couple of nice moments where I hit good angles and I look deliciously curvy instead of freakishly out of proportion. Also, [read more...]

Clearly Not Busy Enough

 blog meta, self-amusement, strapon, toys, writing  No Responses »
Jun 092012
 
Clearly Not Busy Enough

You guys are totally not keeping me busy enough with appointments, as evidenced by: I just re-wrote my Where To Start page. I think it’s easier to navigate, and it now includes posts from the second year of my blog as well as the first. What a clever idea! I should have thought of it… you know… all along the way. Oh, well. At least it’s updated now. Okay, okay, okay, I admit it. Maybe it’s not entirely your fault, because maybe I rewrote it as part of putting together a book proposal to pitch selections from my blog (plus imaginary new material I haven’t written yet) to literary agents. But it would be totally irrational to be working on that now, since the biggest [read more...]

Writing While Pondering

 availability, bondage, honesty, issues, me asking for help, my way, PSO issues  3 Responses »
Jun 052012
 
Writing While Pondering

(Warning: this blog post contains irrational capitalization and emphasis, because apparently that’s What Needs to Happen Today as if my thoughts are the titles of published articles, or as if I were writing in the 19th century. I assume the urge for caps case will fade, but apparently I couldn’t write today without it.) I’ve been traveling for two weeks (decadent of me… the last hurrah from my windfalls from March), visiting family in Houston (which was comforting and nourishing as always), and seeing a friend in a show in Chicago (I am ashamed that I only seem to support the arts when I know participants, but I guess it’s better than never supporting the arts). It was an absurd amount of travel for someone [read more...]