This page is about my personal stories and reflections; fragments drawn from sessions, encounters, and lived experience. Let them stir your imagination, or simply offer a glimpse into my craft.
"SM-Love" is made of powerful highs and ethernal gratitude I was pondering two kinds of whippings. The first kind doesn’t need to look good, quite the opposite. It is born of S-M love: a masochist meets a sadist, and their love language is pain and screaming. It can feel horrible, and yet empowering. Ideally, it ends in arousal and immense, mutual gratitude. It’s like looking forward to Hell itself. There is fear, there are doubts, but also trust, and the push to move through
You, chained up, strung out, screaming... Hot.
Mastering pain and consent takes years. You wouldn’t dare speak like that if you’d ever been pushed the wrong way.
