Nov 302012
not-so-secret anymore

So, it’s official. J knows about the blog. I called him out the other day, and after a long and anxious wait, he finally “delurked” and left a comment: How fucking cute was that? :) Anyway, here’s the backstory, if you’re interested… When I started writing here, there was no reason to tell J. I didn’t think we’d have anything more than a casual relationship, and I certainly didn’t imagine I’d have any reason to keep up the blog as long as I have. But it happened. It got serious. As things with J got more serious, the stuff I … [read more]

Nov 272012

Hello there, J. Yes. You. I know you’re there. I know you’ve been reading here for about a month. I was thinking… perhaps we should talk about it? Or, if you’d like, we can just keep pretending — I can go on pretending that I’m not writing a blog, and you can keep pretending you’re not reading. Let me know what you decide. Love you. :) hello there, J was last modified: April 15th, 2013 by Dumb Domme

Nov 262012
dinosaurs and dildos

Sometimes I have no fucking idea where sex toy retailers come up with the names for their toys…Wing Fling Clit Pump, Anal Antagonizer, Forbidden (de)Flower, Anal Slider, Nasty Bullet Balls, Flip Hole, Falcon Manrammer… But this one?… [read more]

Nov 252012

I didn’t intend for my last post to be sad, nor did I mean to indicate any changes on the horizon. What I wrote was the product of a melancholy moment, nothing more. I have my share of melancholy moments, but I also have more than my share of ridiculously happy ones too. Sometimes I’m obsessive-in-love, and sometimes, not as much. While the less-than-happy moments aren’t my favorites, the fluidity of relationships doesn’t bother me. It’s the nature of the thing — all relationships ebb and flow. They change and evolve just as the people in them do. While my … [read more]

Nov 242012

I call and say hello, but I don’t have much more than that. The mundane details of my life are the same today as they were yesterday, and the same as they’ll be tomorrow. I’ve run out of things to say, but I still attempt some sort of contact. The minutiae is ever-present and never-changing, and simply saying hello doesn’t fill the silence. “Hello” is not enough to bridge the distance between us. It’s a smoke signal. It’s dust in the atmosphere that says nothing more than “I’m still here, and you’re still there.” Neither one of us is satisfied … [read more]