His touches came as intense tingles; they were the merest hints of contact. It was an anticipation that hung between the tiny touch­es and drove my desire for more. For some reason it flicked me into high gear almost immediately. He played with my libido. He revved it one moment

I was perusing Tumblr blogs to look for photos for our Stash, and I wound up browsing one handed. I told my man that I might have to go to the bedroom to have a wank, but he had a better idea. He told me to get naked in the

He wasn’t up to a big scene, and frankly neither was I. I was so glad that he made space for us to just be: our private time was enjoyable all on its own, and not only enjoyable but very much needed. When we cuddled I realised I was craving

After an afternoon of deep and vulnerable discussions I was sun­bathing naked on the deck, and my man got inspired. He vigorously rubbed my clit, and I moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear and showered the deck with my squirt. And when I was cleaning up in the

I read sex blogs, lots of them. Snippet after snippet enters my brain and eroticises my thoughts. Finally I find a discussion whose quest­ions cannot stay in my head. I ask him about the idea of whoring me out; I wonder if it’s something that turns him on. He’s always

Every now and then I felt my body stiffening beyond my control as the roiling orgasms overtook my brain. We were doing forced orgasms without bondage: yep, cooperative play. After an initial warmup orgasm he brought out the box of clothespegs and handed me the nasty black and white ones.

The pillow had soaked up my tears and my snot but I’d had to splutter out the hair that was stuck to my face. I had felt like a piece of meat for his sadism, but when his hand touched my face I felt embraced and loved. It was good

My expectations determine my perceptions, so I prefer to begin a scene with as few expectations as possible. He started off by asking me questions about what I wanted, but he didn’t respond to what I said so much as just take it in quietly. I had no idea what

His gentle request to have my head in his lap contrasted sharply with his plans for the rubber band. Have I mentioned how much I hate rubber bands? I was supposed to do the evil work of flicking it onto my tummy. Depending on how that went I would then

It was hard feeling unsuccessful. Part of me raged at him, feeling like he was purposefully making it too hard for me to succeed. I am moti­vated by success, and it feels debilitating when it seems like he’s pushing me to do things that are imposs­ibly intense. I wanted to

The plan was for sensory deprivation. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he said he wasn’t thinking of doing anything boundary-pushing, which was comforting. I stepped through the items that were taking me out of the world and into my skull: leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, earplugs,

I had wrapped the metal of the Jennings gag with soft black plastic tape. (Putting the metal against my teeth would have been a distract­ion, like fingernails on a blackboard.) Then he used the black Velcro straps to strap my naked body down onto the Bug Board. I was grateful

He is gently stro­king my labia and it feels divine. I love the feeling of wanting to rut against his hand and not doing it, of just staying with the desper­ate desire – and I tell him so. “Why don’t you do it?” So I do. I grind my crotch

I feel incredibly relaxed now. It’s his fault: more orgasms than I can imagine does that to me. As we walked into the Black Room he was so mild mannered that I was thinking our explorat­ion for the day might be more intellectual than physical. He was “less interested in

It began with silence and ges­tured directives. Get up. Go to the bedroom. All this with not a word. A single gesture indicated he wanted to massage my back, so I laid down on the floor. As he knelt over me he was lower down my body than usual, and

In our midweek catchup the conversation and the food were excellent, but he was ready for more… As I started stripping off he walked past me. I’d antici­pated a light spank on the bum, but he gave me much more than that. He turned me pink on each cheek. I’m

I’m sitting in my hotel room and I am tired, but I really want to do this bit of homework he suggested: “Have a wank, and write down what you fantasise about.” I’m starting from the slightly awkward space of being tired and not especially horny. But not feeling very

Indulging in six hours of Californication left me horny. Watching the charac­ters go through their kinky flirtations, their twists of friendship and love – that reflect my own real-life lessons – opened me up to bring-it-on and let’s-fuck-now and I-love-you-madly-you-quirky-pervert. He made me go to sleep like that. In the

Forced orgasms? Yeah! Electro-sex? Yeah! Nipple pinching? Yeah! Maximum intensity? Hell yeah! For lots of reasons my head has been buried in all the to-do of my world. James is the amazingness in my life that is able to take me out of that space and splosh me into la-la-land.

Wrapping me in plastic was a new idea. It was a kind of bondage we hadn’t really tried before. I got naked and held the end of the wrap between my arm and my body, and then he had me slowly spin around in little shuffling steps while he held