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Delayed —

Originally I was to pickup MissAmyRed from the airport at 9:30am Thursday morning. When I woke up, though, I was greeted to a series of unfortunate text messages. Amy’s original flight was delayed and, because of this she, had missed her connection. After a confusing number of steps and alternate plans created and then thrown […]

Sunday Brunch Plans —

The buzz of the house built as the perscribed time crept closer.  Metkat stood at the stove cooking his famous meat.  Clash prepped the coffee.   Amy took care of french toast, hot chocolate, and busciuts. Watching the bustle of the homemates around me, I felt the need to assist.  Amy put me in charge of […]

Grind —

The music pounded.  Lights danced through the air.  I sat on the other side of the room and watched as people let their bodies move. Metkat, one of Amy’s partners and one of her housemates, stood behind his laptop dictating the playlist for this part of the evening.  MissAmyRed was one of the persons dancing.  […]

Introduction —

As I waited outside in the cool air, I knew only that Tandava drove an Insight, described as an odd looking car, and, through the convenience of FetLife, I’d seen a picture of him. As I waited, I looked for an odd looking car.  After about ten minutes, I saw it.  I waved as Tandava […]

Memories —

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 […]

Big R —

“How many of you are in a D/s relationship?” I watched as the people around the circle raised their hands.  Rough’s gaze ran counterclockwise until his stare landed on me.  My hand was halfway up. “Well, it depends.  What is your definition of a D/s relationship?” “That’s a good question, poetic.  We’ll start with you.  […]

Hot Ash —

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 […]

The Hard Sell —

“I just came back from my trip to Seattle.” My friend pat me on my back. “Well, it was nice knowing you.” “What do you mean?” “Almost every single person I know who visited Seattle moved there.” ~ “I’m going to keep poking and prodding because you’re awesome and we want you here.” – Clash […]