Last Train

Marrow’s running dry,
Soon, you’ll be left with dust and bone,
Who will carry those burdens, then,
When your soul is called to home?

Time’s ticking’s creating echoes,
Heavy heart holding you still,
You and your loved ones grieving,
Yet your feet remain planted here

Will you dare lay burdens down?
Will you let them inside?
Will you allow someone to help carry?
Or, will you continue to hide?

The last train will come, no doubt,
And it will leave them all behind,
Will you find your ticket?
Or will you be taken by surprise?

Jumping In (Our Way)


Several weeks ago, M and I went to our first play party. We had no idea what to expect, aside from the community organization’s description and pics of the space that were offered online. We didn’t know anyone in the community yet; we’d only attended one rope group and nothing else. 

And there’s a lot to consider in deciding to go! How it could potentially impact our lives if we are outed, the exposure and vulnerability in being naked (me) and playing in front of others (us), the trying to make friends, what we expect to get out of it, developing rules and expectations between the two of us beforehand, and so much more. I think one of the biggest things is being unsure about what part of fantasy is meant to become reality and what should remain fantasy. 

We talked so much in the months before going, wrapping our heads around it all. One doesn’t know for certain which is to remain fantasy and what may become reality until one gets out there and begins to experiment…

So we jumped in.

The first play party was overwhelming, in both good and not so good ways. It’s impossible not to have expectations and visions of what it might be like – how it will look and feel, both the physical space as well as the atmosphere, in the group setting, as a couple, and as individuals. We did some reading online, and openly discussed ours beforehand, which was very helpful. 

No matter what sort of talking we did, there  were still a bazillion things to see and hear and take in at once. Above all, right away, it was the most freeing thing to walk into a room with people who are so open and accepting, who celebrate free sexual expression. The apparatus was fantastic as well; there were many stations and endless possibilities. We walked around, looked, and touched it all. We watched others play. It was exciting – an emotional and sensory playground in so many ways. And the single biggest thing I noticed right away is that no one there was body conscious. No one I saw! It was wonderful. The acceptance and freedom was unbelievable.

Other things weren’t so great feeling. The loud techno music was wearing on me after a while. There was also this feeling – a feeling that many interactions were missing a connected, erotic charge. I mean, they were having fun, but it seemed sort of coldish or disconnected in many instances. It also wasn’t very social, in that we didn’t talk to many people. And I hadn’t needed all that lingerie I bought, because most wore street clothes and just took them off to play (bottoms). 

We did not play this time. We watched and talked, and talked and watched. We took it all in.

It took a while to process it all together, and it was pretty overwhelming that night. We were both overflowing with input and measuring what we saw and felt against what we’d expected, as well as how the atmosphere and experiences could possibly meet our needs and desires.

After a lot of talking, we knew we wanted to go again. We knew some of the things we didn’t love or had perceived the way we did had to do with our own expectations and notions, and by filtering it all through our own narrow filters. We saw acceptance in ourselves. We saw possibility, in many forms. 

A couple weeks later we went again. The second time was much different; we knew better what to expect, and having processed the input as well as possible, we could process more in the moment. Some of the off things that we felt the first time, we didn’t as much the second time, and that probably had to do with not being so inundated with new feelings and information all at once, every single second!

There was a warmer atmosphere, but there were also fewer people, which was nice. The interactions didn’t feel so cold in many instances, and that was partly because we adjusted our perceptions. There will always be some people who are there to play who seek connections in much different ways than what we have or want. There are people into all sorts of things, free to experiment and live out their desires. That is the beauty of being in an accepting environment, having the freedom to do just that! I even wore something on top that was revealing by my standards and felt (mostly) comfortable! 

After being there for a while, talking to a couple people, and watching some play, M decided we’d play. He chose a spanking bench, which was a beautifully crafted and comfortable piece of wooden furniture with pads.

M was pleasantly surprised at how easily I stripped off my clothes and was ready for him as he unpacked his bag. He buckled on my collar, told me he loved me and asked if I was ready. Although I was a bit nervous, I was ready. Very much so.

It was intense and surreal. Tiring and exhilarating.

Although I didn’t register it fully in the moment, a small cluster of people gathered near our bench to talk and watch. We played hard and connected like we always do. The change of venue didn’t inhibit that at all. 

It was unbelievable. 

Our community has a party every month, and we are going again next weekend. He intends to play again. Woot woot! 

It’s so freaking exciting to be traveling this journey with M! We don’t know exactly where we are heading, but that’s half the fun. We are enjoying the ride!

-image found via google images, free getty images


Take Her Breath Away

she only talks when there’s something to say;
she talks to you all the time

she says what she means,
and means what she says

you can count on it

when she’s silent,
oh, God,
it’s because you took her breath away

never stop….

-reworked for the DVerse Quadrille Prompt, Breath


sleepy eyes wake to salmon hue
sneaking between the window shades

inviting feet to follow, out
to savor what the gods have made

billowing cotton stretches the sky
as I breathe in the chilly air

and little paws dance on frosty grass
reluctant to leave his lair

warmth radiates in steamy wafts
from my favorite Black Dog mug

filled with the best pour-over java
made for me, the perfect hug

thinking pad and clean white sheets
lay before me, calling me home 

I sink to inky depths, welcomed
direction completely unknown 

Photos are mine. Good morning!


Over the years, he remained alone,
For, every romance he’d ever known,
Ended very soon after,
The one dreaded disaster –
Finding his mom’s basement was his home. 

Image is from the movie Wedding Crashers. Meatloaf by Ma. 

Shared in response to Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge, Over the Years. Click the link to join in the fun and to read more awesome limericks.


she lay there, radiating fire,
sweat pooling in chilly droplets 
as she caught her breath,
the sheets a disheveled mess,
all damp and draping off the side of the bed,
her eyes not quite able to focus just yet,
and her whole body so weak,
her bones felt hollow 

oh, God,
the things he had done to her…

she giggled,
numinous bubbles of realization,
an effervescence inhabiting the
center of her soul

for a split second,
it occurred to her that in another life,
she would have felt filthy,

but she did not, no

in fact, 
she felt more pure than she’d ever felt

-image found via Pinterest



with an irresistible, directing nod,
or a few precisely chosen words,
he moved her,
exactly where he wanted her

she listened to herself,
eagerly mouthing compliant
little phrases as she moved,
exactly where he wanted her

there was only him,
placing and binding; readying,
and her, bare to him,
doing exactly what he wanted

oh, God…
she loved the feel of him

especially in her mind

-Image found on Tumblr.