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Archive for December, 2008

Bettie needs to get fucked, to be pinned down, with her body smothered in equal parts kisses and bruises. 
Mr. X is sure to be angry over having been parted from his girl for so long, and I expect I’ll soon feel it. I’ve been a bad girl, keeping myself so far away, not being available for [...]

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I’d been in a generally weepy mood all day. Getting bad medical news can do that a girl. Sometimes, I feel less like a person and more like an experiment gone horribly wrong. Like a human medical textbook, not a person at all, and even less so, a feminine anything. 
But I am not a person. [...]

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There are a great many things that Mr. X does that can get me wet within moments.
There’s  the immediate rush when I feel of his cock pressed into my back – or stomach depending how we’re laying – as casual touching turns more intense.
There’s slow, creeping desire as I sit on the floor by his [...]

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I want to be forced. 
Mr. X laughs at me over this. 
Like anyone would have to force you, he chuckles, brushing strands of hair away from my face. He’s so good at confounding me – being absolutely sweet when I so badly want to be pushed down and fucked until friction melts the criss-cross pattern of [...]

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There are times when Bettie needs tough love. Thank goodness Mr. X knows just how to give it to her…..
All has not been well in Bettie land. From work to play, I’ve been dragging. And moping. And whining. Such gloomy moods have not been lost on Mr. X, who I am embarrassed to say, has been [...]

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Assignment: We are to go on an overnight vacation together soon. We will have jacuzzi, a large bed, and a room to ourselves. Be a good girl and use that dirty imagination. 
Such an open assignment frightens me…and it gives me lots to day dream about. But I want to prove to you I’ve been a [...]

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Assignment: Vividly relive one of our experiences together.
I haven’t yet told Mr. X that I still bear his bruise on my left tit, my badge of honor of being his little submissive property. I do love it. A little symbol of our many fantastic nights together and of his impressive handi-work. Thanks to that little [...]

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