Anal seems dirty, forbidden, taboo even. It also seems like the ultimate limit of submission - at least for me. I have to admit, in the beginning of our relationship I was terrified, as most people are. However, as time went on, and my Man eased me into this new arena with care, compassion, gentleness, … Continue reading Anal Freedom
Personal
Sadness matters
(This is a piece of non-fiction.) I'm sad often. I am well aware that my problems are First World problems and am grateful every time I turn on a faucet for clean water, turn a switch for light, or push a button for cool air. But Sadness is real and affects the body in all kinds of … Continue reading Sadness matters
Thoughts
I hate autumn. I hate the trees losing their greenness, losing their protective garments, losing that which conceals their true colors and forces them to expose their trueness to the world. Autumn truly is the last hoorah. The last burst of life before death covers the world and all that is left is the skeleton … Continue reading Thoughts
M is for Mental Bondage
BDSM doesn't have to involve ropes, chains, and cuffs. Sometimes, just a word is enough. A long time ago I was mentally in a place where I simply could not stand even the sight of ropes, cuffs, or any other form of physical bondage. We worked our way back slowly. My husband, always creative, slowly … Continue reading M is for Mental Bondage
Orlando
This post, unlike my others, is not fiction and is not meant to entertain. I hope no one is offended, because that is not my intent. I am simply stating my opinion because if I don't, I will explode. My heart, like any other sane person's, is breaking. I have cried for the victims and … Continue reading Orlando
Anarie Brady 