Owned

i asked Z to spell out His expectations for me. i desperately want to avoid disappointing Him again. i am not allowed to get off without permission. (He said that my orgasm would make a nice Christmas present to both of us, but that He might want it to be an early one.) Once a day i am supposed to masturbate, and then tell Him about it. This makes it impossible to ignore how horny i am. i love it, tho. Yesterday i was having trouble being by myself with the aftermath of the night described in my last post. Every time i shifted, i'd feel myself rub against the inside of my jeans, and know that there was nothing i could do to satisfy myself, and it made me feel close to Him. When we talked last night, i told Him that i only want to get off when ordered to, that while it's a given that He's in control, i want it to be direct control. i don't want to be given any gray area where i've got the power to make a decision, even if it's only one of timing. (For example, being allowed to get off today, or in the shower.) i was pretty surprised that i'd told Him that, really. It shows that i completely lack a filter right now, because i expect there will be a lot of frustration that stems from the request.

i love that He owns me. i love that His control over me is so complete. i am a very happy sub. 

Broken

Wednesday i fucked up. i wanted to take a nap at around 9, and Z told me to be back online by midnight. i intended to take an hour or so and get back on the computer. i set an alarm on my phone, made sure the volume was on high, and fell asleep. i woke up at about 5am, my phone having died. Z had already gone to sleep, and the 7 texts i woke up to let me know right away that He was upset with me. For good reason. i felt awful about it and was also just disappointed to have missed out on talking to Him.

my punishment was to begin by being ready to greet Him on Skype Thursday night, topless and with the dreaded clover clamps on. For a bit of background, those are pure evil. He told me that he was going to get online after getting home from work and showering, and that the earliest He would be on was 11:30. It was my decision when to put them on, since i would be wearing them for a while, but if i waited it would be a gamble, as i was required to have them on when He called me on Skype, and He wouldn't be in touch before then. i realized that evening that it was going to be even more painful than i'd thought: i'd had an MRI that morning, and my right nipple is pierced with a CBR that i can't take out (i'd put band-aids over it to prevent any real damage), so it was already sore as hell.

i didn't want to risk screwing up again, so by 11:31 or :32 i was ready and waiting. i did send him a message, explaining that my piercing was already painful. At first they hurt, but it was also exciting. As much as i wanted to take them off, they were making me wet. That didn't last long, however. At midnight i was watching the clock desperately, hoping that i'd get some relief soon. At 12:15 i was begging Him to get on (verbally, not in a way that might actually annoy Him). i had my vibrator and a glass of water in reach, as instructed, and had also grabbed my collar and a ball gag, because being quiet was a huge challenge. At around 12:30 the call popped up on my screen, and i could barely say anything other than "Please." He thankfully allowed me to remove the clamp from my pierced nipple. He informed me that i would not be getting off that night, and i appreciated the warning. A few minutes later He had me insert my vibe, and remove the remaining clamp for an interval of time that i no longer remember, and at the end of that time i was to put it back on, and remove the vibe. The idea was to repeat this pattern until He felt i'd been punished sufficiently.

At some point i grabbed the gag to take the clamp off, and again when i had to put it back on. He told me to go ahead and put it on properly, that He liked seeing me that way. i was having trouble breathing, and tried to move it out of the way. He told me "that would defeat the purpose". i was panicking a bit, but sat up so that i could let the drool run out of my mouth. i hate that about the ball gag. Humiliation is not something i crave, and while i like being silenced, having drool streaming out of my mouth is more embarrassing than anything else Z has made me do. So now i've got the ball gag in, and i can't look up the whole way or spit starts to build up, which in turn will make me panic. And the clamp is on again, so i have to be very careful not to move, so that the nearly-unbearable pain in my nipple doesn't get worse.

After a while, i had to keep adjusting my position so that i could breathe clearly, which moved the clamp enough that the combination made me cry. And my mind was just blank. i was sobbing, and in more pain that i thought i could handle (times 10), and pretty much freaking out. Z asked me if i had reached a limit, told me He wanted me to be honest with Him. it took me a while to process enough to figure out that yes, i had. He had broken me. i nodded, giving up.

He told me to take the clamp off. i thanked Him, and asked if i could please remove the gag as well, expecting play to be done for the night. He said no, that since He'd let me take the clamp off early, i'd keep the gag on longer to compensate. It put me in my place, made it clear that while He is very understanding to me, it's always about His pleasure, not my comfort. And i love that He used me like that. It's something that i've wanted for a long time, and i am so happy that He finally pushed me far past anything i would have been able to do without being ordered to.

When He let me take the gag off, clean up, and lie down, it was clear that i was ok. He had taken care of me, as always. And as i relaxed, and took deep breaths, i started talking to Him about what had happened. i realized after a bit that, while i had been nowhere near it during my punishment, now i was floating: i was in subspace. i know that there was a point where i was laughing, but it's a bit blurry.

Visit with Z last weekend

Last weekend I got to see Z, which is, of course, always awesome. He came to visit me at my parents' house, and we decided seeing each other between holidays this year would make the most sense. We had new toys to play with: we got a collar for Z, rope, a strap-on, and I had been driving Z a bit crazy. I had been having a lot of fun teasing him without letting him get off. It ended up being about 3 weeks, because I decided that I wanted to do the job myself when I finally let him cum. Our first night ended up being more focused on figuring new stuff out than on D/s, which was a shame. I did have a lot of fun, though. I tied him up and played with him, and we both had a good time, even if there weren't fireworks.

The second night, I found a more elegant use for the rope, and had a lot of fun teasing him, and getting him off a couple of times. I was tired by the end of it (still not anywhere near recovered from my car accident), and decided that having him eat me out would be a good end to the evening's activities.

This is something Z is great at, and I was enjoying myself. Suddenly I felt his hand around my throat, and I melted. That relatively little thing sent me spinning. The coolest changeover ever. He then blindfolded me, turned on some music, and got out the flogger. I was not expecting that to be brought out this visit, and wow was it intense. He was above me with it, and it was hitting every part of my body. He kept getting me off with it, until it was nearly continuous. There was a bit of a delay, tho, between the stroke and my convulsion, so that there was never anything touching me at the point of orgasm. This started to drive me crazy, not having anything solid to push back against. Eventually I was begging him to touch me, but I knew as soon as I felt him enter me that it was a dumb thing to ask for. The reason being, I knew he was going to stay there long past the point where it was comfortable, and he can get me stuck in the middle of an orgasm that way. He finally said that he'd pull out if I stopped convulsing, which I believe I laughed out loud at, but I did try.

That was last Sunday night, and i haven't gotten off since, but the intervening events are worth a separate post.

Realization

I've said in a few places that of course I don't get pleasure from random pain, that there has to be context. I just noticed that my statements were incorrect. I just got a paper cut that sent a shiver down my spine. It's not that this is a new reaction, I just never really took note of it. As long as it's the same flavor of pain that I enjoy in a scene, I can still derive pleasure from it. I usually enjoy getting a random cut, especially if it bleeds. I think the reason that I didn't catch this sooner is that the usual example is a stubbed toe, which I hate as much as the non-masochists that I know. But give me sharp pain, and there's a good chance that I'll like it regardless of the setting. It does still depend on my mood, though; it's not a given. 

Z's Game

There had been weeks of buildup, and my sub side was so strong that it was getting hard to put away each morning. i knew that i wouldn't have been able to say no to anything He wanted. i love that feeling of complete surrender.


Z had thought up a game to start out the night: i was to earn the priveledge of giving Him a blow job. The whole time i would have either the ball gag or His dick in my mouth. For each stroke of the flogger i took, i'd earn 3 seconds to have Him in my mouth. If i made "too much" noise, the stroke didn't count. i could stop the flogging whenever i wanted, and 5 minutes was the maximum ammout of time i could earn. Once the flogging was over, i would have that much time to get Him off. If i didn't, then He would punnish me and we'd start the game again (with me earning time starting from 0). i almost wanted Him to punnish me, because i knew that He'd been thinking about what the consequence was going to be, but He wouldn't tell me.

He put the gag in, leaned me over the bed, and started flogging me fairly hard, with every 10th stroke being full-force. After i'd earned 3 minutes, He stood me up facing Him, and started flogging my breasts, which was new. He hit my nipple piercing regularly, which made keeping quiet a challenge. He told me that if i fell, it was over. i managed to last until i'd earned 4 minutes, then dropped onto the bed at the 80th stroke. i was proud of myself for lasting that long, and Z was happy with my performance.

i then had 4 minutes to get Z to cum. He had done a great job of fucking with my head, because i felt like getting to finally touch Him was a priveledge, a reward. i was vaguely aware of the time, but i was very much focused on my task. my goal was to get to taste Him, but i wasn't expecting to win in the first round. It was just about to reach the 4 minute mark when i felt Him start to squirt. i was very surprised to win. Next time we play, He's going to make it harder.

i can't wait to play it again. Getting flogged is wonderful, and i love giving Z a blow job. More than that, tho, it was a mindfuck. i wasn't able to speak, the only use for my mouth was to please Him. The gag was a great way to make that sink in. And being allowed to touch Him was an honor that had to be earned. i desperately wanted to please Him. This was a huge success.

Update

I've been bad at updating lately, as my internet connection is fairly awful. However I just figured out how to post from my shiny new smartphone, so hopefully I'll be keeping up with it better. I was working a job with a lot of travel and where calling and emailing people was the majority of my responsibility, so I got a Palm Pre+, which I love. I'm having so much fun with it. After looking through the app catalog a few times, I remembered that I can post by email, so my last post was initially done that way. I plan on then editing any posts I write that way once I do get internet at a computer, so if you see "Sent from my Palm Pre" at the bottom, it's a work in progress. I figure that posting a draft is better than just not posting.

Theoretically, I should have plenty of time to write, as my job has ended. I was planning on going back to school or being in a new job by this point, but my luck is never that good. The night before my last day of work, I was in a car accident. My knee is pretty seriously fucked up, so I can't do much of anything. The worst part is that I can't drive, which even rules out non-taxing things like taking classes or working a desk job. And the opposite wrist is damaged enough that I can't use crutches either. Hopefully this will be resolved soon and I can get on with my life.

Saturday, November 6

I had a wonderful weekend with Z. We went to a bondage photo shoot, which was our first time meeting people from 'the scene'. I was very much his sub during the entire day. I bought a collar and a ball gag on South Street, and I am so glad I did. We'd borrowed a collar from Rinn when we were all living together, but I found one that I love the look of enough that I was comfortable wearing it all day. This was the first time we carried the power exchange out of the bedroom. It was awesome and hope that we do it again soon. I love being His, and it's wonderful to be able to just sink into that mindset and savor it. 


He fingered me in the car on the way to the photo shoot, which was terrifying. I was definitely in a seriously submissive state to let him do that while driving, especially as it was less than a week after I was in a car crash. It was great to be that far gone that I couldn't say no. 


At the event I had a lot of fun. Most of the time I had a gag in my mouth, so Z had the final say on everything. Though to be honest he would have anyway. Toward the end Z got to try using a crop on me to get some color. We've agreed that we're putting that high on the list of toys to get next. It was wonderfully stingy. My suspicion that for me bondage is a means to an end, the end being having me helpless and at someone else's mercy, was confirmed. The ropes themselves didn't do much for me. Z hitting me while I was immobile and gagged, though, was excellent. 


When we got back to our hotel we had a lot more fun, but I think that can be it's own post.

Car Crash

Monday night I was driving from my staging location (where I was launching canvasses out of & having phone banks) to the office to pick up supplies for Election Day. At the first intersection I came to I was driving straight through a green light and some kid turned left into me. My air bags went off, my car was totaled. I felt OK at the time other than being freaked out, but it turns out that was from adrenaline. Between the election being the next day & just how in shock I was from the crash, I didn't realize how hurt I was until Wednesday. Wednesday night I went to the ER to get checked out. My left wrist is in a splint. My right knee is in a brace, and is really fucked up. There's a spot on my kneecap that is completely numb, and the doc said that a nerve had been crushed and it will probably grow back in about 3 months. He also thinks I might have damaged the cartilage, which may or may not heal. If it doesn't I'll always have pain there. And since I'm already prone to arthritis & joint issues because I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Type III), the last thing I need is a permanent problem with my knee.

I'm Back

After my last post I got a job working on a campaign, which had insane hours. I had no time to even think about sex, let alone write about it. I loved the job, and it definitely showed me that I want to make a career in politics. I did well at it. My boss told me that if we had lost by 20 votes, he wouldn't have blamed me. I can't think of a better complement.

I am excited about having free time again, so I'll be writing more often.

Thoughts about YinYangKink

I am very glad that I started this blog. I am a very verbal person, and writing solidifies and clarifies concepts. Also I like having a record of my thoughts from different situations. I want to be able to look back on states of minds I've been in.

I am enjoying putting my thoughts out there. I know pretty much no one reads it other than Z, but I like the idea of it being available. I like the honesty that comes with anonymity. I am using it like a journal of my sex life at the moment, but I hope to expand the scope in the future.

For one, I love the idea of taking some of my fantasies from high school and transforming them into erotica. I haven't been in a mood that's compatible with those old stories, tho, so I may need to just move on to current ones. The thing is that current fantasies revolve around Z, which seems too specific. It just seems strange to write erotica about a real person. I'll have to think about it more.

Another thing that I would like to get into is more of my thoughts about sex, sexuality, and kink. As of now I pretty much just have recorded events. I want to post from a theoretical perspective as well as a practical one.

I also plan on continuing to update my F.A.Q. with questions asked frequently in FL groups. This is partially because it seems silly to write out a new post for a question I've answered before. Another reason is that I like having it all in one place.

Also, if anyone other than Z is reading, please let me know. I would love to get feedback.

Surprise!

When I was having sex with R last week I was having a great, power-exchange-free time. We were both focused on having fun. While I was above her, she dug her nails into my back. I really enjoyed it, and she saw that and kept it up, progressively digging in more. I got off, convulsing and collapsing onto her. It was wonderful, and I wasn't expecting it. R was absolutely not expecting it, and didn't recognize what had happened until I explained.

"Are you OK?" "Yes." "Are you sure you're OK?" "Yes. That was an orgasm." "Oh . . . "

It was fantastic, and R thought it was really cool too. I love that she is amused by my reactions to things.

Afterwards, I felt incredibly strange, tho. I've never been in subspace without there being a psychological element to the preceding events. Z naturally makes pain a game of control, always toying with me at the same time. And R is in no way a Dom. So it was confusing. My instinct was to melt, to be compliant, to be putty in someone's hands. But I didn't have anyone to direct that to. And the event being early in the evening didn't make it easier, as the only way I really 'reset' is by sleeping. So the rest of the evening was spent alternating between trying to pull myself out of subspace and enjoying the delicious welts on my back.

R asked me if I'd encountered pain that was too much. The answer is not in context, with sufficient warm-up. The only issues I've had have been from something being too abrupt. Even then, I haven't encountered anything that was difficult enough that it needed to stop. Part of that is that if I can't get pleasure from the sensation itself, I still get pleasure from being able to handle it, and from allowing my partner free reign. However, part of it is also that Z can read me amazingly well, and knows exactly how his actions are affecting me.

16

I was talking to R the other day about how I’d known that I liked girls, so here it is:

The concept bounced around in my head from about 8^th grade on, but as sex was such a vague, theoretical thing at that point I didn’t spend much time thinking about it until after I’d had sex for the first time. When I was about 16 I decided that I wanted to figure out this whole sexuality thing. At that point I was unsure of whether the ‘crushes’ I had on girls were really that, or if I just really liked them, wanted to be good friends with them, wanted to be like them, etc.

My solution was to focus on one of my go-to fantasies. Now, I’ve never had a vanilla fantasy. The ‘story’ in question was a guy holding me down, forcing himself on me. I then replayed it, substituting a girl. I decided that it was much hotter that way, therefore I must be a lesbian. My first concern was not an identity crisis or wondering if I'd be accepted. My worry was “What could a girl do to you, though?”

(I later realized that just because I am attracted to guys infrequently, I certainly can be. I figure I’m a 4.5 on the Kinsey Scale.)

"Home"

Ok, so I'm back at my parents' house, which I have trouble calling home. At this point Home is making dinner with Z, falling asleep together, waking up to him in the morning. This place is not Home, and hasn't been since I originally moved to Philly for college.

Regardless, I have internet, and should therefore be able to post whenever I want, which is nice. The last two posts were waiting on my hard drive for a couple of days before I got to post them, hence the timestamps. I was staying with R at the time (a subject for another post), who doesn't have internet at her house. Cosi has both awesome food and free internet though, so I was able to get online for a bit.

Anyway, I am not Home, but I am where I live, which will have to do for now.

Masochism Indulged

Wednesday night was incredible. Z got a flogger, which I was not expecting in the slightest. He let me take a peek right before he got home from work. I had no idea what to expect from it. It feels so soft when it’s stationery. I spent the rest of the day waiting as patiently as I could.

Before we started with the flogger, Z got me off by choking me, and then just by playing with my nipples. We’ve never done much with orgasm control, but while he was choking me he started counting down from five. I came on three. After that he explained that I was to wait until zero, and I was able to get off on command for the rest of the night, which just felt amazing. I also gave him a blow job, during which he didn’t let me get quite as much air as I am accustomed to. It was a great feeling, being choked from the inside.

When he finally got out the flogger Z spent a while warming me up, and it was hard not to beg him to hit me harder at first. It was wonderfully stingy once he got going. I was standing, and he had me get off from it, at which point my knees gave out and I needed a break to be able to stand again. When he started again he had me bent over his bed, which is at about waist height. He started striking a bit harder, and let me get off whenever I felt like it, as long as I stayed standing there. It felt so wonderful. I loved the sharpness of it. I could feel stripes of heat after a while, which was perfect.

After I got off 8 times standing there, Z told me that I would get 10 more strikes, and get off on the last. He had me count each, thank him, and ask for the next. My begging for the next strike was completely genuine. On ten I fell to the floor, and had the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

He gave me time to recover, and then fucked me. He had me get off right as he did. The perfect end to the night of my dreams. 

Choking

Monday night I was in charge. I had planned to try waxplay and more sensory deprivation with Z, and I was looking forward to both. I like the idea of being in complete control of what is entering his brain, what he is experiencing. However, we’ll get to it later.

I started out with breathplay, something that he introduced me to and that we both love being on either side of, and his reactions were so exquisite that I got caught up in them and made a night of it. We have been doing light restricting each other’s breathing since our first encounter, but I ended up taking him much farther than in the past. I felt confident enough in being able to read him, and in his communication skills, that I really made him work to breathe, and kept it going for a while. He obviously enjoyed it, and told me that at the end of it I had cut off his air completely. He liked it, and wanted to go farther with it. We talked while he was recovering a bit, because I was concerned about safety. I like hearing him gasp while my hand is around his neck. It turns me on, but also lets me know that he’s ok. This would be taking it to a new level.

I told him that he was to grab my arm if he was having any trouble (our first time deciding to use a safeword or signal, as we usually just talk to each other), and tried really choking him for the first time. It took a couple of tries to find a position and direction of pressure that would actually stop him from being able to breathe. Once I did it was pretty amazing, on both ends. I love seeing him struggle, and I love knowing that he likes it.

We took a break to recover, and I choked him again. This time I wanted to push him, because I wanted him to feel satisfied at the end of the night. I didn’t want to leave him wishing for more, as I wouldn’t get to give it to him for a while. So I found the sweet spot under his chin, and pushed. I didn’t stop until I felt his arm start to move towards mine. Watching his face was incredible. Z is so expressive, which I absolutely love about him.

It was the first experience I’ve had as a Dom where I was a bit scared. It was a total rush, and I am so glad it worked as well as it did. 

Anticipation

Z got a package in the mail this morning: clover clamps (which I've been wanting to experience since I first saw them), and something for impact play. I'm not allowed to see what the implement is, he wants to let me guess when I feel it. The package is sitting in his room, taunting me. We won't get a chance to play until tomorrow night, because he has work early so we'll go to sleep shortly after he gets home tonight. I tried the clovers on my finger, but I will let him put them on my nipples for the first time.

I am so easily worked up by thinking about what's going to happen when he really decides to hurt me. I have been wanting this forever, but now that it's so close I can't believe it. I wasn't expecting to get to experience this until we have our own place, so he really blew my mind. I think part of the impact of him actually getting something is that this is really going to happen. I have wanted this since I started wanting sex. This is such a huge fantasy of mine, and I keep getting lost in imagining what it will be like.

I close my eyes and feel a whip crack across my shoulders, or a crop across my ass. Real pain. A scene revolving around pain, not just hints at the edges. Something more than biting and nipple torture. Sharp, stinging, deliberate, lasting pain. I picture my back in the mirror, white skin criss-crossed with red. I want to be pushed. I want to feel it in the days after, so that sitting or leaning a certain way sends me back to the scene. I want to be tied with my hands above my head, completely at His mercy, unable to avoid a blow. I want Him to use me, break me. I want to finally be untied, and collapse into His arms. I want Him to let me just float in subspace, passive and quiet, putty in His hands.

Playing Wifey

This week Z and I have his house to ourselves, and I am having a lot of fun playing housewife. I like having dinner ready for him when he gets home, and meeting him at the door with a kiss after work. I am waiting until it's time to start cooking. Tonight I am looking forward to making haluski, which is simple but takes a while. Good Polish food: cheap, flavorful, and filling.

I couldn't do this long term. I would be bored out of my mind, and I have career ambitions of my own. However, this is fun for a little while.

I love Z, and I can't help spending some of this time to myself daydreaming about our future together. I can't wait until we are living together again.

Home

I'm just hanging out waiting for Z to get back from work. I am so glad to get a few days living together again. I feel like I'm home when I get to lean on his shoulder, hold his hand, fall asleep next to him. This blog is supposed to be about sex, I know, so bear with me being a bit sappy here. I haven't felt comfortable, at home, satisfied for about a month now, and after this week I don't know when I can expect another visit with him. I am just trying to soak up as much contentment as I can while I'm here so that I can make it through however long it will take to get to do this again.

I'm enjoying all of the little things: shopping for groceries and planning meals had been our domain when we were living with our friends. I'm itching to start dinner now, but I want it to be warm when he gets home, so I have to wait a bit longer.

I cannot wait until this can be normal again. I'd give just about anything for this week to just keep going forever.

In conclusion, long distance relationships suck, but this week fucking rocks.

Vacation

Just an update. I'll be spending next week with Z, and then a few days with R! So expect lots of writing around the beginning of the month. Until then I will probably be without internet (not that I'll miss it).

Waiting

I am sitting on the couch, browsing the internet, watching TV, bored. I am waiting until Z gets home from work, gets online, talks to me. I want to see his words on my screen, or - if I'm lucky - hear his voice. Long distance is Hell, no question.

I am completely in love with him, and I wouldn't give him up for the world.

I want to talk about life, and about sex. I am a bit worked up already, without even having an excuse. When he gets on we'll talk, share fantasies and pictures, come up with more and more ideas that can't be implemented until we're together, some not until we have our own place. Frustrating, but fun.

Switching

I have always known that I am a masochist, and a submissive. When I got involved with Z I met my Dominant side. I have been exploring this new facet of my sexuality lately, and am having lots of fun doing so. One of the things that I've been thinking a lot about is why, when, how I end up ready to Dom. I want the dynamics between Z and myself to be more balanced, so that we can each get everything that we want out of our relationship. I want him to be able to get as much pleasure in submitting to me as I do with him. So I have been trying to find my triggers, for when he wants me to take control, and for when I want to be in charge, but can't quite find the right energy. 

One of the things that flips my switch is watching Z submit. When he waits for me blindfolded, or shares images of FemDom with me, starts deferring to me, his submission fuels my Dominance. His reactions delight me, making me want more than anything to cause more of them. It is a wonderful give and take. Another trigger is focusing on his favorite scenarios, things like sensory deprivation that I have no desire to be subjected to but can easily picture orchestrating. When thinking about sensations like pain that I crave, I can get distracted if I'm not far enough into Domspace. 

I am enjoying growing into being a switch. I never expected it, but it's lead to wonderful experiences. 

Meet my sub side

i am currently in a very submissive state, as Z got me all worked up and then had to go to sleep yesterday, and then didn't end up Domming me today either. i love being a sub, and while i am i cannot imagine wanting to leave this state. i almost don't even want to get off, because i am enjoying this feeling so much. i love this craving to submit to Z, the serenity that comes from relinquishing control, the intense desire to please Him. It's times like these that i see the appeal of a 24/7 D/s relationship. i know that once i am reset to neutral i will enjoy having the flexibility that comes with a relationship between switches, but for now i just want to float here: aroused, submissive, content.

Welcome!

Hey! My name is YinYangClaire, and I'm here to ramble. I have plenty of stories, ideas, and thoughts floating around in my head, and I'd love to get them out, so here we are. This will be a mix of journal entries, erotica, plans and schemes, thoughts, and rants.

I am a female bisexual switch. I am in a fantastic long term relationship with a guy I'll call Z and have an awesome thing going with a girl I'll call R.

Feel free to look around, comment, or say 'hi' on FetLife.