To astonish is to amaze and astound. Remember that astonish means more than surprised. It carries with it a feeling of being truly impressed. Astonish derives from the Latin tonare ‘thunder.’ When you are astonished, you’re thunderstruck. ~ vocabulary.com Love is an amazing thing… I know many kinds of love. I feel many kinds of ... continue reading
Photographer and Model
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is ‘erotic photo’, and specifically with the question: <em>If I was taking an erotic photograph of you, I would ask you to…</em> Now I will hardly ever be the one holding the camera to take an erotic photo of someone else, and even if I would happen to ... continue reading
Socializing in Red
For my February Photofest 2019 I am taking a trip down memory lane… but this is not only about February Photofest, but also about social media. Or rather, the years before the existence of Facebook and Twitter, and later Instagram and Snapchat and god only knows what other social media platforms there are, as I ... continue reading
Less Sex, Less Drive
Secondly, I think my sex drive would probably just start to erode. My lust is pretty self-sustaining, in that the more recently I have had sex, the more likely I am to want more sex. As the time passes between shags, whichever part of my brain (or my cunt) is responsible for telling me I’m ... continue reading
The Shop
She walked into the huge branch of a well know lingerie store, feeling very self-conscious. Even though she knew that it was not the case, she felt as if everyone was watching her and everyone knew the real reason for her visit to this store. To calm her nerves and to look the normal customer, ... continue reading
Never Will I Write About This
Following a post on Aurora Glory’s blog back in January 2018, 10 Things I Will NEVER Write About, I have thought about doing my own list. Okay, I have wanted to do the post shortly after I have read Aurora’s blog, but this has been sitting in my drafts folder ever since. Now, it’s finally ... continue reading
Four Symbols
On the symbolic day (to me) of 19 December 2018 at fifteen minutes before the clock struck ten that morning, I arrived at the tattoo shop. The tattoo artist wasn’t there yet, but I didn’t mind. This gave me the moments I needed to calm my nerves and have a cup of tea. There always ... continue reading
Discharged from Therapy
Today is the 20th of December 2018. This afternoon I had an appointment with my psychologist. The last. I have been discharged from therapy. In my last post about my therapy, I told you about how I was following fingers. I ended it with: I feel lighter. Different. I’m definitely holding onto this feeling… The ... continue reading
Rebel’s Top 20 of ’18
It’s nearly the end of another year. This time last year I looked back on a year of so much hardship, which — even though I hoped it wouldn’t — has carried over into 2018. However, despite Master T being physically worse now than he was in the beginning of the year, both him and ... continue reading
Fucking Delicious
On the very night I wrote Fucking Mind, something amazing happened. Looking g back on it I think that post had to be written first for me to clear my mind and be open to the onslaught on my body and mind. After that disastrous night I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. ... continue reading
Pachelbel
Content warning: This post deals with death and grief (fictional). She stared at a spot on the floor. Not the stain kind of spot. Just a spot. Anything was better than looking at the coffin, showered with flowers and with his photo on a pedestal next to it. Her daughter moved next to her; reached ... continue reading
Fucking Mind
I wish the title could have referred to a mindfuck, but it doesn’t. Then again, maybe it does. An accidental mindfuck. But not in the good way. It happened the night before the post ‘Connection, No Sex‘ went live. Before Master T and I went to bed, he said something that made me think sex ... continue reading