It’s time again to celebrate another month of Winter as well as a nauseating love fest with an EdenFantasys Gift Card Giveaway!! I’ve been working hard for months, and I am finally ready to release the rules and regulations for the EdenFantasys 100$ Post-Valentines Day Gift Card Giveaway.
That’s right! You won’t have it on or before Valentines Day, but suck it up, because you may be the proud winner of a brand new Hitachi vibrator (or whichever hot item you choose) to keep you warm during the blustery month of March!!
Info:
Throughout the month of February I will post banners in advertisement of Edenfantasys. Each post will also include information about my affiliate code (SK6). When the code is used it will gift any customer with 15% off their entire purchase.
In order to enter you must reblog a banner from Good Dollie (my Tumblr page) including all text provided. One reblog per day will be permitted. If the text is removed, or tampered with, the reblog will be excluded from my count.
To increase your chances of winning you may also send a message at any time, without limit, to my inbox at Good Dollie. Anonymous messages (even if they include your Tumblr link, blog title, etc.) will not be counted!
Stay warm!!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Leaving ChicagoLand
Leaving Chicago was one of the hardest things I have done in a long time. I didn't expect to leave with tear stained cheeks and a smile on my face. He made me cry, that was his intention, though I'm positive the situation wasn't on our agenda.
The days, hours, minutes dragged on as I became even more excited about spending the weekend with a man I felt a deep connection with. The day finally came, and I awoke at 7am, ready to go. I still had some last minute things to finish; such as packing a few items of clothing, and making sandwiches for the 6 hour drive. I finally got on the road at 9am and was already fretting about penetrating the city limits of Chicago.
The weekend started with a bang. We had bantered months ago about how I would happen into his home. I expressed I wanted to get there early to beat the Chicago traffic rush. He suggested that I come early, and that he would leave a key to let myself in. Instead of being subtle about my desires for the weekend ahead, I suggested that I wait for him to come home naked on my knees. It was decided from that moment that it would be done.
I felt naked and vulnerable in his home. I had hours to explore while he continued his work day. He sent a text stating he would be about ten minutes before he would be at the door. I prepared myself and rested on my hands and knees wearing only a pair of black patent high heels. Although I had fantasies about this for weeks, I had no idea how I would feel when I would hear his feet on the steps, the key in the lock, or his voice as he allowed himself into his home. A home I had trespassed into.
The feeling was something of a mingling of fear and bliss. His voice, a soft "hello?" as he walked through the door. I couldn't speak. I was gone by the time he closed the door behind him. My gaze stayed on the hardwood floor beneath me, but his presence washed over me in a wave of warmth. His hands easily took me to the place that I needed to be for months.
I left with a hopeful spirit. I left longing for more.
The days, hours, minutes dragged on as I became even more excited about spending the weekend with a man I felt a deep connection with. The day finally came, and I awoke at 7am, ready to go. I still had some last minute things to finish; such as packing a few items of clothing, and making sandwiches for the 6 hour drive. I finally got on the road at 9am and was already fretting about penetrating the city limits of Chicago.
The weekend started with a bang. We had bantered months ago about how I would happen into his home. I expressed I wanted to get there early to beat the Chicago traffic rush. He suggested that I come early, and that he would leave a key to let myself in. Instead of being subtle about my desires for the weekend ahead, I suggested that I wait for him to come home naked on my knees. It was decided from that moment that it would be done.
I felt naked and vulnerable in his home. I had hours to explore while he continued his work day. He sent a text stating he would be about ten minutes before he would be at the door. I prepared myself and rested on my hands and knees wearing only a pair of black patent high heels. Although I had fantasies about this for weeks, I had no idea how I would feel when I would hear his feet on the steps, the key in the lock, or his voice as he allowed himself into his home. A home I had trespassed into.
The feeling was something of a mingling of fear and bliss. His voice, a soft "hello?" as he walked through the door. I couldn't speak. I was gone by the time he closed the door behind him. My gaze stayed on the hardwood floor beneath me, but his presence washed over me in a wave of warmth. His hands easily took me to the place that I needed to be for months.
I left with a hopeful spirit. I left longing for more.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Contributions of a Perverted nature
Briefly, I would like to announce that I am now quest blogging for ChicagoPervert!
I have settled in nicely, and I would like to invite you all to read, comment, and follow my ramblings on a kink filled world with your host: Minion.
I have settled in nicely, and I would like to invite you all to read, comment, and follow my ramblings on a kink filled world with your host: Minion.
Monday, November 7, 2011
The Masochist Game
The ever popular: 30 Days of Kink
Day 18
Q: Any kinky/BDSM pet peeves? If so, what are they?
A: After four years in the scene, one huge pet peeve stands out in my mind. It is one that I have struggled with myself before I became confident in my submission. That would be something I like to call the "masochist game." It's a mental mind game that submissive persons have a tendency to engage in that could result in negative emotions, unrealistic goals, and unsatisfactory play sessions.
The masochist game usually starts with a phrase, one that begins to eat away at the confidence of the submissive. For example: "I can't take as much (x) as he/she can." Or "I'm not into pain, does that make me a bad submissive?" Also, quite possibly, "I wish I could be able to take (x)." All of which could undermine confidence and self esteem as a submissive.
It takes time, experience, and practice (mentally) to understand we all have positive qualities. Those are the qualities that should be praised and highly regarded. Instead of digging at ourselves about the qualities, or pain tolerance we wish we could have, we must begin to accept submission for what it is, not what we think it should be based on what we read or see.
Day 18
Q: Any kinky/BDSM pet peeves? If so, what are they?
A: After four years in the scene, one huge pet peeve stands out in my mind. It is one that I have struggled with myself before I became confident in my submission. That would be something I like to call the "masochist game." It's a mental mind game that submissive persons have a tendency to engage in that could result in negative emotions, unrealistic goals, and unsatisfactory play sessions.
The masochist game usually starts with a phrase, one that begins to eat away at the confidence of the submissive. For example: "I can't take as much (x) as he/she can." Or "I'm not into pain, does that make me a bad submissive?" Also, quite possibly, "I wish I could be able to take (x)." All of which could undermine confidence and self esteem as a submissive.
It takes time, experience, and practice (mentally) to understand we all have positive qualities. Those are the qualities that should be praised and highly regarded. Instead of digging at ourselves about the qualities, or pain tolerance we wish we could have, we must begin to accept submission for what it is, not what we think it should be based on what we read or see.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tart in ChicagoLand
The tarty one is embarking on yet another road adventure, gleefully chaperoned by her faithful, furry side kick Britney Bear! Just two girls (technically: one girl, one bear) combing the landscape, wide eyed and bewildered, on their way to ChicagoLand.
It sounds like a fairy tale. Though the heroine of this tale is nothing like the innocently curious girl who stumbles down the rabbit hole. No, she is far less innocent, and even more curious by all Chicago has to offer.
Within 48 hours I will be in Chicago with a play friend spending a weekend away exploring new and exciting boundaries. Boundaries that may include:
Fisting
Watersports
Domestic service
Playing with sexual shame
Cigar play
Ashtray service
Forced smoke inhalation
Public masturbation
Consensual non-consent
I will be sure to indulge your curiosities when I am back in Michigan safe and sound. Also, after the major sub drop I know will occur has ceased.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wanting
Sitting here, wanting. Waiting, but nothing comes. I am only left with the shadow of who I used to be, and who I wish I were. Sitting in the dark, lights flicker from the street like the neon of some old distant movie house. Now lonely and cold like I, alone and sorrowful. I wonder some nights, like this, if tomorrow will be as gray and distant as today?
Encouraged only by longing, I seek out higher planes of existence. Only they are my comfort from this dreary, damned soul. Through experience and love can I find my way back to the soft warm touch of the sun. Only then will I understand the meaning of happiness. The lack will wither and die like winter.
Something inside is stirring, as if the eternal rays of the sun were battling the cold gray of winter. Inside, I am longing for the warm breeze and hot touch of the sun. Inside me exists sad, worn metaphors with nothing left to offer. I ache. A smile is as happy as a bruise on my aging skin. It dies as my soul dies slowly from want.
Something inside is stirring, as if the eternal rays of the sun were battling the cold gray of winter. Inside, I am longing for the warm breeze and hot touch of the sun. Inside me exists sad, worn metaphors with nothing left to offer. I ache. A smile is as happy as a bruise on my aging skin. It dies as my soul dies slowly from want.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Edenfantasys 80$ Gift Card Giveaway
Coming soon!
September 1st marks the start of my first month long contest open to all of Tumblr, not only my followers. The winner will receive an 80$ gift card to Edenfantasys, the sex shop you can trust!
Any purchase over 59$ will receive free shipping! It’s a double win!
Throughout the month of September I will post banners (^just like this^) in advertisement of Edenfantasys. It will also include information about my affiliate code (SK6). When the code is used it will gift any customer with 15% off their entire purchase.
In order to enter you must reblog a banner from Good Dollie (my Tumblr page) including all text provided. One reblog per day will be permitted. If the text is removed, or tampered with, the reblog will be excluded from my count.
To increase your chances of winning you may also send a message at any time, without limit, to my inbox at Good Dollie. Anonymous messages (even if they include your Tumblr link, etc.) will not be counted!
Are you excited? I know I am!!
September 1st marks the start of my first month long contest open to all of Tumblr, not only my followers. The winner will receive an 80$ gift card to Edenfantasys, the sex shop you can trust!
Any purchase over 59$ will receive free shipping! It’s a double win!
In order to enter you must reblog a banner from Good Dollie (my Tumblr page) including all text provided. One reblog per day will be permitted. If the text is removed, or tampered with, the reblog will be excluded from my count.
To increase your chances of winning you may also send a message at any time, without limit, to my inbox at Good Dollie. Anonymous messages (even if they include your Tumblr link, etc.) will not be counted!
Are you excited? I know I am!!
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