It's been a journey. A to B to F to E. Triumphs
and failures. Moments I will remember forever;
moments I’d like to forget. Chatrooms and online
munches. Flirting and sexting. Picture swaps.
The first tangled lines of submission. Rules and
check ins. Driving with my tits tied and my nipples
clamped. Cumming in a clothing store, making eyes
with the sales clerk. Being spanked in the back seat
of a Jeep and interrupted by a mall cop. Not
my finest moment. In person munches and dungeon
classes where they set me on fire and sent me
into a trance. Bondage and whipping. Face down
and fucked. Face fucks. Orgasms in front of a vista,
Suspension and caning in front of a crowd. Fire play
and fear play. Sensory play and sensory deprivation.
Tears and pleading, gasps and moaning. Snatches,
snippets of that thing that I'm looking for.
Disappointments and reflection. Try, try and try
again. And now, with notches in my belt and
A spank bank full of memories, what am I looking for?
A ride out of the desert plains. Standing on the side
of the highway, th
umb up (legs open?).