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Ancilla L

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A dead dandelion on the floor.


I turn over to my other side, extend my arm and search for him with my fingers. The discovery that the bed is empty beside me causes a completely unnecessary, almost paroxysmal response,...

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What are your holes worth?

The pearls are plastic, so I guess they aren't really pearls at all. I ripped them off a shirt I bought because I liked what was written on it, but I don't care for fake (or real) pearls on a shirt...

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Podcast E34: Disillusionment and Modern Sex Work.

I have been working on a story about the industry of sugar babies and sugar daddies, it led to some interesting observations. I've also been realising i am no fun at all, that led to less interesti...

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I Deserve To Be Violated.




"You can't do anything to me now, I'm hidden," I say, pushing my face into the pillow and placing my hands on the sides of my face.

He puts his hand on my butt, rubbing the cold...

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Sex, Love And God.



Every once in a while, I feel like praying. I am tempted to put out a mat, kneel beside my bed or fold my hands in some kind of deliberation. I don't believe in gods, higher powers or reall...

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Dirty Whore At The Bar.

"Go to the bathroom and take pictures of your pussy for me," she said pushing my phone across the table to pass it to me.

I looked at her and then at my own reflection in the glossy napkin ...

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He Brought Me Flowers.

The moment I saw the flowers in his hand, I looked around, as if expecting to find a stranger in my house whom I had previously failed to notice. He didn't hold them out to me. As he entered throug...

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Having Sex For Fun.



Sunil was the first guy I fucked in Bangalore. It happened two days after I had moved there and one day before it occured to me that I needed to own a broom and a mop. My choice of city had...

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Podcast E33: The gratifying cringefest of mindfucking.

Are you like me and the word mind-fuck makes your skin crawl even though the act of engaging in the act is extremely gratifying? Good, let's rename the thing please. 

In this episode I t...

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13 Men Who Bought Me: C7: The One Who Was More Than One.

Note: This is a series. The prologue can be found here. All pieces can be a...

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Feminism Made Me A Woman.



My favourite film is Dev D. If you haven't watched it, actually even if you have, let me explain it. It's the most recent (from 2009) and "modern" retelling of an old Bengali novel which ha...

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A Room Of Pain


I lie on my side, my head is resting atop the crest of my numb right shoulder, my arm would hang in the air but I am holding, in my fingers, the chain that fastens my neck to the door. I...

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All my collars are broken.


I always thought that if I ever got a collar it would be one of those heavy metal ones that you need a key to take off and it would be absolutely indestructible unless you fall into a kiln. The...

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Podcast E32: Kinky Predators and How To Spot Them.

A conversation with some friends led me to thinking about predators and how they operate. Enjoy my thoughts!

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Podcast E31: When No means Yes And Also No.

Hello everyone! 


You know we talk about communication and CNC so much yet I constantly find myself at odds with people the moment I question the gamut of information a little ...

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My master didn't build my sexuality.



"*So what was your training like? How did your master turn you into this kind of masochist? Can you share a little bit about how he made you into this person? What did he do to make you tak...

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Kneel To The Flag.



My poorly-paid teachers,
In a pristine classroom once taught,
Saffron tales of tolerance,
Verdant stories of prosperity,
And the blanched values of peace.
And I, like a hung...

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Podcast E30: What makes an unsafe bottom?

Hello all you people! 

I have been on the longest vacation of my life and it's been great. I am focusing on making this podcast more kink-centric and to that end this edition is about be...

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Be Irrelevant.

A quiet evening after a quiet day. It may not have been quiet on the outside but some days I feel so quiet on the inside. It’s as if the people inside me have all left; like a dormitory during su...

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How I look is not how I feel.


When I was twenty-three my relationship with my body changed dramatically. I grew up wanting what any young women are taught to want, I wanted to be beautiful. I had no idea what that meant, bu...

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I Want To Love Them.



She ushers me in through the front door and tells me to wait while she calls on her husband to come meet me. It sounds like he is in the shower. I wander around the house, wondering where I...

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When I Cannot Touch Him.


I didn't mean to but my hand reached out to his. He was sitting with his knees on either side of me and punching my jaw. The right side of my mouth felt swollen like a smooth cunt that had just...

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Bully.



The waistband of my underwear is pulled up so high it rests right underneath my breasts. She grips the fabric on the front inside her fist and pulls, forcing the bunched up gusset to cut ag...

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So Much garbage!

There is an old picture in my grandmother's house, one from seventeen years ago. In it, I am standing in front of a fire truck, posing with a bunch of firemen while the smoke from the fire they had...

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I Wrote This Story.


I want to kiss it.

The twinkle in the tip of the shoe in my lap feels like looking into the eyes of a creature I conjured from inanimate leather, and I want to kiss it.

For a mo...

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Am I Her Abuser?




I only found out he had gotten married when she first contacted me. I sat in my living-room, staring at the message on my phone and holding my breath like an animal hiding from a hunte...

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Love Will Not Cure You.

From time-to-time my flatmate Married Suzanne (she's married now so I have changed her name to that permanently) and I used to get other roommates. There wasn't really a system to how we did this b...

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Asking For It.



"Daddy," I said while playing with his fingers while he watched something on his computer, "How many of your fingers do you think will fit inside me?"

He looked at me as if he was e...

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Memory.

She placed them neatly on the shelf,
and packed them full in suitcases,
she lined them across the mantle,
and stuffed the rest into plastic bags,
that were pushed to the back of the...

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Old-fashioned violence.


"What are you thinking?" He asked.

It's a question we avoid in our house these days. It's just one of those phases in life, there is so much going on and nobody knows how to handle some...

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