An explanation of Daddy Dom Little Girl, adult role-play, trust, and the psychology behind this unique dynamic. DDLG. Four letters that probably raise more questions than they answer for many people. What exactly does it mean? Where does the attraction come from? And why do some adults choose to take on the roles of Daddy and Little within a relationship? DDLG stands for Daddy Dom Little Girl and is a form of consensual BDSM and roleplay. in which two adults enter into a dyna

Everyone who gives massages has come across one at some point. The person who pretends to be an interested client, asks several perfectly legitimate questions, wants to hear your voice because somehow they need to get a feeling for you before they can make an appointment. Especially when I had just started giving massages, I was well intentioned. The massage parasite has entered my head and my system more than once. Being flattered that someone wanted to receive a massage fro

And then, right in the middle of your flow, your world comes to a standstill. Everything you knew fades away, because there it is: the lump, the hardening, the change in your breast that you hear stories about and see in movies, but that you’ve always managed to avoid. No… this isn’t a sob story. But it is one that could happen to you too. Monday morning, after a Bind Me Los retreat where I had worked my ass off and put everything I had into the group and the development of t

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Maybe you know it. You come home from a few days in which your body has been fully alive. You’ve danced, touched and been touched, laughed, cried, had sex, attended or given workshops, met new people. Maybe you’ve slept too little for several nights and lived for days in a kind of bubble where everything feels more intense. And then suddenly: home. The silence. The laundry. Your phone. An empty calendar. And perhaps a huge longing for someone who you met at the festival. I’m