I've been trying to write this article for several days now. I keep telling myself I've got the substance, but I can't find the right form... and yet (we know) what matters is getting to the heart of it; sometimes the form doesn't matter! Roooooooooo, you naughty girl! 🙏

But tonight I thought, come on, I write off the cuff anyway, so why not this one! This one's off the cuff too, without thinking 🎉

It may seem strange to some, we often think, at least from what I hear, that you're either dominant or submissive... why couldn't it be possible to be both at the same time?

Do all BDSM enthusiasts really choose their role? Or are some, like me, there by default? I am a domina, but not because I chose that place, but because my life, my journey, my sexual identity made me lose that notion of letti

As a little girl, she loved words

But she had aches,

for which she didn't know how to find the words

So she grew up with her aches

and discovered the meaning of words

She finally understood her aches

about which she found words

But they told her to keep her aches quiet

that she shouldn't say those words.

She became a woman with her aches

and chose to use the power of those words

to express her aches

But that

The fantasy

I was 17, he was 21. He wasn't very tall, not the most introverted one in the family, he had deep blue eyes, a gaze you could lose yourself in, a back you wanted to dig your nails into, butt cheeks that call for determined hands, a smile you'd devour mouth and all, a sense of humor to make your jaw drop (or maybe I was just naive^^), but above all... he was my then boyfriend's cousin..

Or we could also talk about moving from a hidden life to an openly embraced one...

For a first post, it isn't always easy to know what topic to bring up, what can we talk about, well I think the subject we know best is ourselves. In any case, for my part, here, I think it's the subject I know best 😀 jack of all trades, expert in none^^

I ended up here by chance...!? naaaaah, not true at all, but I'v