My bad-ass fancy fishnets ripped at the crotch as I put them on. “Fuck it I’m wearing them!” I muttered, gritting my teeth as I worked them higher up my thighs and hips, thankful that I bought the size C/Ds instead of the A/Bs the salesclerk recommended! I shimmied into a black cocktail dress, secured [...]
British Hotness
Just a little something to tide you over till I write again. (I don’t really know if this pic is British, it just looks it somehow.)
Buzzing Over My Guest Post! Updated
I know it’s been a minute–the last post was hard to follow up on–but I have been busy! Please check out my guest post: “A Boston Femme in Philly” on Buzzcuts and Bustiers! I have one word for y’all: Corsets! (And toy shops…now do you wanna click over?)
Meet the Dom
Start the Night, or Start with our First Date. Warning, the pic at the bottom is EVEN LESS safe for work than this one: I went to give her a hug goodbye. She flashed me that shy, sweet smile, her eyes sparkling out from rather serious glasses. She hugged me back briefly–and then threw me [...]
Second Date
Start with Sun and my First Date. I drove down to Mattapan, already knowing the route half by heart. Although it was late, folk were still out on their porches and on lawn chairs. A little boy no older than eight years old rode by on his bike. I parked on her street and got [...]
Too Many Dudes
Did I feel nervous driving to the heart of the ghetto to meet a woman who I had only met online at her house? Yes. Did I do it anyways? Yes. I could hear my best friend Tina’s voice in my head: “You better be carefull.” She’d say, shaking her head, her neatly pressed hair [...]
Cross-Aisle Shopping
Rod and Justa went shopping yesterday, with my son tagging gamely along, his nose buried in my iPhone. Justa bought some strapless bras, a sinfully short black dress, short shorts, a drapey graphic T and some super cute shoes. Rod bought a significant-other beater, suspenders, and his first fitted! (Also purchased in the Men’s dept: [...]
Attack of the Aggressive Femme
I was dancing by myself in an alcove when she approached me. She had a smile on her face and trouble in her eyes as she rubbed her ample bosom against mine on the dance floor. We fell into step together. She turned around, pressing her juicy booty against me. I thrust my hips into [...]
Both Sides
I really appreciate the butch-femme dynamic–from both sides! See, even though I’m most often attracted to studs and butches–and love following on the dancefloor, having the door held for me, dinner paid for, etc., love, love love recieving in the bedroom–a part of me wants to be the one doing all those things. I’ve mentioned [...]
