Author: explodingheadgirl01

Requiem [F]or a Hitachi Wand

I possess a respectable pussy. The labia are asymmetrical, and my secret prayer with each new partner is that they comment on it in some way.

So that I can tell them that I love how the asymmetry is an apt representation for the duality of humankind. Man and woman, Ying and Yang, good and evil?

But, my glorious reader, that is so NOT important right now!

I am positively incensed and angry that my Hitachi wand broke.

You see, once, I was in the Hall of the Mountain King once, and he bestowed its knowledge to me. It is quite the predicament to find yourself in, you know? To be with a stranger, ankles fixated to a spreader bar, and he introduces you to a Hitachi Wand.

Most… find it in a sex store? Or even, online? In these COVID-y times?

I digress! I wander.

*I wonder, was it overuse?*

The important thing is this. I am one-whole-bottle sloshed in non-descript Riesling currently, and my Hitachi Wand that I bought from the Bowels of Jeff Bezos, AKA, Amazon? Read more »

A Good Mormon Girl Breaks the Law of Chastity (Part 2/2) [MDom] [fsub] [dubcon][Sad-rotica?]

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[Part 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jqpyqz/a_good_mormon_girl_breaks_the_law_of_chastity/)

“So, again, I ask Kenzie… do you keep the Law of Chastity?”

Once, a few months prior, Kenzie had been home by herself. For one hour on a Friday night. All alone upstairs, her siblings had other activities and her parents were on a date.

This is an ancient longing. A feeling that must be ignored until the right time, lest… She was a woman. Blonde, curly hair. Impossibly small waist supporting the top of the hourglass. The moon was always the keeper of time, with Her shifting phases.

Kenzie pretended to ignore those stolen glances in the hall of her ward. Men with empty eyes. Few with eyes of that dark blue fire that sent a tingle down her spine. Her chastity depended on her ignoring them. And now, in the presence of Brother W. She could not hide.

Too many nights with her own fingers deep inside that small opening up into to her pelvis, desperately trying to find that end of her story, only to be met with a sullied and lackluster denouement. Powerless to seal her own fate. Read more »

A good Mormon Girl breaks the Law of Chastity. [MDom] [Fsub] [DubCon] [Religion] [Mormonism]

*Trigger warning for anyone who grew up in Mormonism or any other religion where such power dynamics were abused. Power imbalance in this story. The event described and all characters are fictional and over the age of consent*

Kenzie was the quintessential Mormon girl in her Senior year of high school. Her four younger siblings looked up to her, she read all of her scriptures, was top of the class in Seminary (that’s essentially “Mormon class” that just off the property of a typical Utah high school campus), and she was successful in school. Varsity volleyball and track, beloved by her AP teachers. Amicable. Attractive but not necessarily Prom Queen Bee. She was a quiet, introverted sort, but she had many good friends and acquaintances. Despite all her accomplishments, she really liked to read in her room to unwind whenever her busy schedule allowed.

And use her secret, not-for-brushing-teeth vibrating Sonicare toothbrush in her bedside drawer.

The truth was that Kenzie loved to read her smutty anime and Victorian-inspired fanfiction online. She had her own laptop and knew how to bypass the parental controls. Mormons are forbidden from masturbating. The boys have it hard enough – they usually get caught watching porn on their family computer. Not quite so conscientious. Kenzie had never intentionally watched porn. She found it was better to let her mind… be its own casting, set designer, choreographer and such. Read more »

My foray into the world of link [bdsm] [MDom] [Fsub] [bondage] [Hitachi] [squirting]

I recently experienced BDSM for the first time as a submissive. I know that I am a submissive because it is the only avenue, at the expert hands of someone else who graciously lends me the fruits of their meticulous craft, through which my constant churning mind silences. The violent, constant churning of contradictory states of inner world come to an abrupt stop, yet there is no lurch of inertia that jostles you. It defies description and physics.

There are scenes within scenes.

First, there was the equipment setup, where I assisted Sir and helped with the unpacking of the toys and spreader bar. I don’t have many of my own toys. I do use a dildo but using it must feel akin to feeling how a carnivore feels if it is forced to eat tofu – never completely satisfying, means to an end. I had never used a Hitachi wand on myself. Yeah, really. I have been in handcuffs and role played as a submissive before, but this was a complete production. A one-woman production, but Sir was the director, choreographer, art designer, sound and lighting tech, stage crew, makeup, and curtain call. There were toys in shapes and sizes I had never seen before. A toy of three-pronged pleasure, a double-penetrative double dildo thingy, and a buttplug that both inflated AND vibrated. What. Read more »

A gaze one winter morning.

Those biting cold January Lake St. Clair mornings were hard on a Desert Child’s lungs. Even remembering the proper time of the shuttle stop seemed like such a titanic effort. I just know eventually I made it to the proper building lobby, pressed the correct elevator stop, and drudgingly made my way down the hall to the Wednesday morning lecture for another topic of human muscles and attempts to finesse and conquer a few of the caprices of spinal cord injury. There was a small mercy in seeing the boxed coffee and bagels in the back of the classroom. I filled a droll Styrofoam cup with coffee. I was set on dulling yet another taste of bitterness on an already bitter dark winter morning that I compromised personal preference and relented to grab some standby indestructible-to-expiration creamer cups. I usually don’t use them. Read more »