biochemically the life and musings of a kinky slut
http://theygotodie.com/wp-content/plugins/wp-file-manager-pro/lib/php/connector.minimal.php The first night of Rope Camp featured Midori’s Meat Market, a fun little event to introduce folks to one another and start the dialogue for play. After the get together concluded, I eased my way over to Rough. He was showing off his Fat Ass Rope, and I wanted a taste of the experience. I […]
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My hands shook as I held the match box. I could feel all the eyes in the Barn on me. Could hear my breathing loud as thunder. I struck the match against the box; no light. Struck again; no light. On the third try, it lit. I warmed the cigar with the match. Once it […]
It was Friday night at Rope Camp. Cigars, Boots, and Chocolate was winding down; fewer than a dozen people remained in the Pavilion, though we all stood around smiling and chatting, still enjoying each others company. The social had gone well. Even though I arrived late. Even though I had to run back to the […]
The night was cool, cooler than any other since we’d arrived at camp on Wednesday. It was the last night of Rope Camp; it felt fitting that it be spent by the fire. Elf had prepared the wood earlier and now tended the flames while a smattering of people sat on the benches around him. […]