Meat. Blood. Sex.
Usually, when I see him, it’s more physical. Hard thrown punches. Fisting. Kicks. Once, even, in a fury of objectification and pure animal, I lashed a dildo to the back of his head and fucked myself on it, smashing his face into the hotel carpet again. And again. He was so turned upside down, he ...
Shibaricon: The Afterglow
So I’m back from ShibariCon and while I had an amazing time the best part about it was that now I do not have any travel currently planned for the rest of June and July. Huzzah! There are, however, some close runner-ups for “best things about Shibaricon 2008.” First would be I learned Master Z’s ...
What’s in a Name?
My name story is on my mind for a few reasons. There’s a thread on MaxFisch right now where a scene professional found someone else using her name commercially. I’d weigh in but, well, I ain’t the only “Troy” in New York. In fact, I remember meeting my first ProDomme at The Nutcracker Suite– Mistress ...