“...Sometimes the light all shining on me, other times I can barely see, lately it occurs to me…” what a marvelous trip it’s been. The shift for me only took a few years from good girl to rebel. I went running after my own missing pieces.
Posts from the ‘Mistress’ Category
There I was, in Wicked Grounds, San Francisco’s wonderful community kinky coffee shop holding my cup of cappuccino. I had 30 minutes before I was due at Fakir’s Piercing School less than a block away. Crowded with kinksters, only one table had an open chair. A young couple were already sitting there. I asked if...