What A Year

My 2012 will end much differently than it began.

At the beginning of 2012, I was a little repressed:

I couldn’t orgasm.

I thought I understood love.

I had no idea what D/s was.

I had no idea I was sexually submissive.

I was uncomfortable in my own skin.

I blushed at the mention of certain words: pussy, cunt, clit, tit, cock…

 

At the end of 2012, well, things are a bit different:

I just came about eight times in less than 10 minutes, once simply by tapping my g-spot, before writing this post.

I learned to love my clit, my petals, and my puddles.

I write a sex blog, for God’s sake!

I understand true love and heart break.

I am unashamedly sexual and sensual.

I crave spankings, nipple clamps, and pain with my pleasure.

I know what a safeword is, and I hate it.

 

I don’t do resolutions – no need to set myself up for failure. But after what’s happened in 2012, I will admit I can’t imagine what 2013 will bring. I’m just gonna hang on for the ride and see what comes next!