I. The rain poured into the streets, and the water ran down the sidewalk’s edge. I held my warm cup of coffee close like it was the only heat left. I stood, stared, listened to the sounds of water hitting the pavement, and watched the individual drops as they hit…

If you are involved in the BDSM lifestyle or considering entering a power-exchange relationship for the first time, you might wonder how to find the right submissive or Dominant. It is exciting times we live in — swipe left — swipe right. Finding a date is so easy, or has…

Why we need safewords and a general review of their uses. If you have watched any movie with a BDSM theme, you likely know what a safeword is and what it is used for in a scene. As the former owner and publisher of Safeword Magazine, going over what safewords…

How my life and relationships have gone from simple to complicated. My life used to be simple. Even though I still had a very close relationship with my Mentor, I was deeply entrenched in a D/s relationship. I had stepped away from most things and worked on my desires. …

How am I growing in my submission while on my own? This reflects on my thoughts of what being submissive has been like lately and where I am heading. “Being a submissive” is not defined by a single sexual act. It has more to do with the fire that burns…

A look at how my dreams changed over my life, impacting my decisions, goals, and where I wish to be. — Dreams are illustrations… from the book, your soul is writing about you.” — Marsha Norman. Dreaming may be necessary for the survival of the human spirit. When we close our eyes at night, we step through the haze and live another reality inside our minds. …

Dating over 50 is a challenge for everyone. If your search parameters include kink, you might be in for a long road if you want a serious relationship. That is where I am at. I will be 54 in September and have spent the last few years single after my…

Bad boy — teach me Teach me your magick, Devil, share your dreams; even darkness has a love, or so it would seem. Whisper your overt spells, let me fall into your trance, I will spend eternity in your never-ending dance.

Wish only for the butterfly screams. Wish only for the sins of the night. I’m obviously reluctant to do any real talking. Images, your image of me; images, my image of you. We are merely illusions, made by your delusions — and built by silent maggots. For a butterfly screams …