I’m sitting in a coffee shop this time, not a full-basement studio in the mountains. I’m excitedly
I went to sleep in my lucky seafoam green bra and panties with a matching lace-hemmed satin slip on top. I still want to retire that slip in style, in a luxe bathtub, letting the wet satin cling to my ripe curves.
Tomorrow a certain something special goes live. I’ll be ready, in new sheer black stockings and a satin corset I bought in the company of no less than five other PSOs.
In the past couple of years things have been a whirlwind; enjoyable but in constant flux. Structure was a dirty word to me, a form of self-bondage I just didn’t crave.
It didn’t suit me.
Now it does.
Now I crave it, a setting-off point, a harbor to return to and launch from on my next adventure.
I’m building that structure out of nylon and whispers and kisses, out of venom and twisting you around inside until sweetness is cruelty and you crave the bite behind my kiss.
I think you’ll like what I’m going to show you. I hope you’ll stay with me for the next leg of the journey. I’m so glad you’ve joined me so far.
Thank you, for the comments and emails and in-person hugs, for the unexpected kindnesses and the scorching-hot calls. Thank you – always – for reading.