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DGG #20 Self Care —

buy clomid for cheap The reason for my long absence and how I’ve gotten through a rather difficult time in my life, with some orgasms and adventures thrown in.   Time Jumps (with fun links included) 1:07 Why I’ve been gone 4:46 the myth of the uber kinkster & uber poly girl 6:22 hook pulls 8:13 soothing activities 8:44 […]

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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 […]

Badass —

I wanted to do it.  No, I needed to do it. In the intermediate suspension class, the challenge (for both the tops and bottoms) was a transition.  Start with a gote chest harness; attach it to your ring.  Tie a futomomo leg lashing while the bottom is standing; attach is to the ring.  On the […]

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 […]

Mild Morning Freak Out —

I woke up, opening my eyes, and at once searching for Tessie. It’s what I do almost every time I wake up. Sometimes, with my occasional tossing and turning, he ends up on the floor. But then, a millisecond later, when I saw him sitting next to my knee, looking right at me, I felt […]

Eight Days —

It was the longest time in a row that we’d spent together. Every night we slept in the same bed (though not always just the two of us). We ate (almost) every meal together. It was eight straight days of being around each other, eight straight days of time together. When he left, when I […]

A Good Time —

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 […]

Escape —

“The goal of the captive is to escape. The goal of the captive is to escape. The goal… of the captive… is to escape.” Oh, I realized. I was suppose to try to escape. I looked on as Gray’s minions (volunteers from the class) began to stand. I back pedaled, rushed to the right, saw […]