So. Here’s where I’m at. Jack continues to text from time to time. Really heavy dom/sub shit. At one point he says he wants to make me his video slave where he can tell me to do anything and I do it on video. I write back: I would actually be colossally terrible at that.… Continue reading

Some pussy self-care: ice and rest and coconut oil and drinking lots of water and trying not to overthink and panic. Jack comes back to my house at 11am (in his kilt – Jesus Christ – I die again). I leave work. Jason leaves work. I tell Jack-Jack to dial back the roughness to like… Continue reading

A quick list of disjointed thoughts: “Can I slap you?” he asks. “Yes,” I say. He slaps me. Gently at first. Then hard. “Nope. Not into that,” I say. He holds my face. Looks into my eyes. Kisses me. I’m aware tonight of how many new things are happening. I’m also aware of unlocking some… Continue reading

For several days, Jason has been chatting this literal giant on a dating app designed for finding threesomes. It’s been longer than a month since I’ve seen anyone, met someone new, gone on a date of any kind. And Jason probably knows what I need more than I do. At least, he usually does. Enter… Continue reading