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Archive for February, 2012

Break —

Lingcheng The first official day of WinterFire was long and hard for me. I was on staff, had help with setup the day before, and stayed up late into the night as Rhythm Section (the name we affectionately gave ourselves as the A/V Music folk) organized our sound requirements for the event. As Friday night closed […]

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Fact —

While lounging on his couch…“You are pretty because… Too slow.” – Gent“I didn’t realize it was a question.” – me“Yeah, I like to throw in questions randomly. Why are you pretty?”“I am pretty because it is a fact.” While fucking on his bed…“I really appreciate you allowing me inside of you.”- Gent“God, I love fucking […]

Hugs —

In conversation recently, I’ve heard about a study that showed Americans are not touched enough. As a person who is in fact a “hugger”, I tend to believe this. Often we all need our personal space. I wouldn’t want an unwanted individual breaking the minimum eighteen inches around me that I view as “my air”. […]

Absence —

Well… It has been five days since fresh words have graced the top page of this blog. For that, my dear readers, I apologize. However, if you had happened to check out that handy dandy pages link up there on the tippy top left corner, you would have noted that my cute ass was at […]

Cigars, Social —

“Life is meandering between passion and pain.” – me“Life is pain…As light as pain.” – Gray“Life is as light as pain and as heavy as love.” – meToday (the 15th) was Gray’s birthday. He just so happened to be teaching a cigar play class near me, for which I was the demo bottom. Before heading […]

Object —

Once I was a backrest/cushion as two people used me as support while they fucked. Once I was a table, and an ash tray, and a foot rest, all at the same time. And, of course, I am a Cabin Bitch. Tonight I demo-bottomed for an objectification and humiliation/degradation class. It was a pleasant change […]

Tickling —

“I’ve never let anyone suck on my balls before.”“Really?”“Yeah, it’s hard to get over the tickling sensation.”“Like I said, I get what I want.”A huge grin crept across her face. He was bound to his home office chair, his ankles secured to the wheel legs, his wrists to the arm rests. He was completely naked. […]

We’re Not Done —

“You should come over.” – Gent“Ok, when?” – me“Now.” Recently the Gent and I fucked, so I guess the game is over. If I were to assign the title of victor to someone, I would award it to my pussy, seeing as during the night in question it was fingered, fisted, and fucked. He invited […]

She Is Lost —

I wanna dance with somebodyI wanna feel the heat with somebodyYeah, I wanna dance with somebodyWith somebody who loves me I often feel weird when a celebrity dies. Because of the nature of our society, it feels like you almost know the person, even though you really don’t. The parts of their lives we see […]