I Want Me Some of That The Dom 

I’m No Void-Filler

I had a little text exchange with The Dom yesterday morning and to be honest, I wasn’t going to write about it because he’s out of my life now. I’m grateful. I wasn’t yesterday when we had our text exchange and I was angry but now, after talking to some people and getting a different perspective about things, I’m glad I got out when I did. He told me I wasn’t disposable to him. After I explicitly told him weeks ago he WAS NOT to read my blog anymore and…

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I’m Making My Point Now

I care a lot about people. All I want is for people to care about me in the same way and honestly, I don’t think that’s too much to ask for. Sometimes I care too much, I do too much. I go out of my way to make sure the people I care about are happy and comfortable even when sometimes they don’t really deserve it. And what do I get out of it? Very little is the answer. I throw money at people even when I don’t have it…

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I Want Me Some of That The Dom 

Ultimatums

My life seems to be full of ultimatums right now. Ultimatums and uncertainty. I hate it. The Dom and I were fighting. If The Director is in my life, The Dom won’t be. He also seems to think I won’t be able to have a relationship with someone who DOESN’T know and read the blog. Of course he would say that… wouldn’t he? And what does that even mean? It really struck a chord with me and it sent my head into overdrive. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.…

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I Want Me Some of That The Dom 

I Want Me Some of That

I tried to take a step back from The Dom. Things were getting too complicated. He was starting to ask questions I didn’t know the answers to. When were we gonna meet? Why am I still flirting with other boys? Confused and more than a little pissed off with my own indecision, I finally made a decision. I cooled things off and then we had phone sex. Isn’t that how all good breakups go? (I say breakup in the loosest sense of the word. We weren’t actually together, together at any…

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Team Dom The Dom 

Team Dom

I have a boyfriend. I did try to break up with him but then he changed my mind. Simple enough right? Nope, not simple at all. Because not only do I have a boyfriend but I also have a Dom. The Twirtation, now renamed as The Dom, seems to have made me his Sub. Sorry, sub. I’ve learned capitalisation of that is important. In fact, I’ve learned a lot about being  submissive. The dominating man I’ve dreamed of my entire adult life has apparently come along (at the WORST possible…

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Good Girl The Dom True Tales 

Good Girl

I need to think of a better name for my Twirtation. I’m trying to think of a really good one, a really juicy one. One immediately springs to mind but I can’t use it. It would be far too obvious who he was. Aaaaaaanyway.  Remember I said he wanted to play a game? Well, I didn’t exactly agree to the game but it turns out we’ve started playing it anyway. Boyfriend aside (still the Director,) I’m pretty sure we had what can only be described as WhatsApp-sex the other day.…

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Do I Play The Game The Dom 

Do I Play The Game?

I keep talking about The Director, and the up and down relationship we seem to have found ourselves in but one person I haven’t spoken about enough, or at all for that matter is The Twirtation. He’s still around in a roundabout kinda way. I seem to have the hardest time writing down my thoughts about him probably because I know he’s going to read it, but I need to write about him at some point right? Why not now? We’ve been talking for a while now except he’s agreed…

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Twirtation The Dom 

Twirtation

Every now and again I get guys Tweeting me. I don’t pay much attention to it. What’s the point? I’m an anonymous blogger, I’m never going to meet them. Most of the guys who Tweet me probably don’t even read my blog. They certainly wouldn’t say the things they say to me if they did. Maybe this is something I should talk about some more? Well, a guy Tweeted me. And I Tweeted back. And we’ve been Tweeting for a little while now. And now it’s not quite as platonic…

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