2012: A review of the tempest

This year was busy. Even if I just stick with the relationship stuff.

  • Sweetie broke up with me. I still have no idea what happened.
  • I got into a triad relationship with Ink and Fangirl, it lasted about a month. It just didn't work out.
  • Lion and I got together. That's going well, though I would love to have more time with her.
  • Straight Ex Wife moved out. It is so nice to have my own space.
  • I started dating Bree. Holy fuck that's incredible.
  • I dated Carleen for a few weeks.
  • I got together with Corvid. That's still new, but very good.
  • Bree came to visit. It was an amazing time together and she will be moving here in a few months.

But wait... I also put out a few books.

A busy and good year. Here's to another one next year.

[short] Not Yet

Copyright © 2012 Olivia Dromen

I pull the black nitrile glove onto my hand. We don’t use them often with each other—it’s not how we do things—but when we do it means something. Sometimes it means “I’m not myself tonight.” if I put them on. It can mean I’m more detached, or maybe it means that I plan on being rougher and don’t want to worry about nicking her with my nails, no matter how short they are. It always means that it’s going to be an intense scene.

[short] Feast

Copyright © 2012 Olivia Dromen

I’ve collapsed in a rumpled heap on the damp, leaf covered earth. Mistress and her dark-haired friend are standing over me, looking down over my bloody, beaten body. I feel fantastic, riding the wave of endorphins and orgasms. I start to come back to earth, getting ready to give up the freeing, floating feeling.

Mistress hooks a finger in the ring on my collar and jerks me to my knees. “Get up, fucktoy. It’s time to go inside. We have a feast to prepare.”

[short] Prey

Copyright © 2012 Olivia Dromen

I’m breathing heavily. We haven’t even started and sweat is dripping down my back. I haven’t even started moving. Mistress is somewhere nearby, but I don’t know where. She said she’d have friends with her. I haven’t seen them, yet. I’m sure they will find me, though. I shiver at the thought, my bare skin puckering up as my hair stands on end. Excitement and fear building in me.

[short] Ferocity

Copyright © 2012 Olivia Dromen

She’s coming on so strong that I take a step back—into the wall. Not that I really want to get away, but I do enjoy her being hampered a bit. I suppose we’ll just have to see what happens next. I smile wide, laughing.