poeticdesires

Category: Gray

  • 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

    ~

    @poeticdesires
    – Maybe I should just stay here. #iWish

    @Graydancer
    – @poeticdesires toldjaso.

     

    I doubted them.  I seriously doubted them.

    It was the night of the Roperlesque at Rope Camp.  The festivities had ended.  Everything was winding down.

    I found myself in conversation with MissAmyRed and Gray about Seattle.  Amy had previously mentioned having a spare room in her house in case I ever wanted to visit.  But as I sat on the bench in the Barn, Amy and Gray began suggesting a little more insistently that I take the trip.

    They talked about the Center for Sex Positive Culture.  They spoke about how there is a party there every night of the week, different groups all converged in this one building.

    They spouted names of people I should meet, how I needed to talk to them about leather or bootblacking or rope.

    I happened to mention SEAF, the Seattle Erotica Arts Festival.  It was being held the first weekend of August.  As I weighed my options, stay or go, taking the leap or letting the moment pass, I just knew I was going to buy a plane ticket once I got home.

    Amy and Gray spoke so highly of the city.  Yet still I thought there was no way it would seduce me as it had them.  Not that fast.  Not in one trip.

    One week.  I landed last Thursday morning.  I returned home this morning.

    I spent seven days meeting people, going to parties, and experiencing the life and culture of a wonderful city.

    All too often, I realized how much I loved being in Seattle.  How much I loved the people I met, the community that welcomed me, and the moments, both big and small, that defined my trip to the northwest.

    Not only did I quickly grow to love Seattle, the people around me seemed to quite quickly grow fond of me.

    There was my new title, The Bane of Pants, so dubbed by Amy because I keep charming them off of people.

    There was the Sunday brunch on Amy’s deck, where Clash first asked if I thought about moving to the city.  My response:  “I can’t answer that question.”

    It had only been four days, yet I was already feeling the pull of the people around me, the pull of the community, the allure of the city.

    The whole group chimed in.  Half a dozen people who had just become a part of my life wanted me to stick around.  They knew I had to go, but they didn’t want me to leave.

    There were my last moments at Paradise, a local camping event.  The goodbyes before my departure.  And the gentle needling, the suggestions, and dare I say hopes, that I’ll make my way back to them.

    As I sat in the airport, I didn’t want to go.  I didn’t want to get on my plane with screaming babies and an aisle seat where almost everyone on the plane bumped into me.  I didn’t want to deal with grumpy flight attendants and a sore neck.  But, most of all, I didn’t want to acknowledge how sad I was that I had to travel away from what felt like a new home to me.

    I don’t know what my life will be like next year.  Or the year after that.  Or the year after that.  But I know Seattle is there, looming in the back of my mind, a mistress I cannot deny.  Her fingers somehow wound their way around my heart.  Only time will tell if her hold grows stronger or gently eases.

  • Lessons

    I was driving.  Gray sat in the passenger seat.  I don’t remember how we got on the topic.  Probably one of my random non sequiturs.

    “The thing is, I have this harness now.  But.  But.  It makes me nervous.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

    “Don’t you have experience with a strap-on?”

    “Just strap-on blow jobs.  That’s different.  Fun, but different.  Less likely to be harmful.”

    “What about at FetFest?  Our threesome with NYRCherryBondage.”

    “Yes, but that was fucking a vagina.  Asses are more perilous.”

    “Well, you won’t hurt anyone if you listen to them and follow their speed.”

    “Yes.  True.  It’s just, to penetrate a guy.  To have that control.  And I’m not really toppy…”

    “You of all people should know an act is not inherently dominant or submissive.”

    “Yes.  Yes.  I know that.  I know.  It’s just.  It makes me nervous.”

    “Have you watched any videos on Kink Academy or PassionateU?”

    “No,” I squeaked.  He chided me for not taking advantage of resources I get for free.

    “As long as you listen to the person, you’ll be fine.  And just so that you know, yes, I am open to the idea of you pegging me, even though you danced around the subject.”

    ~

    The first time I licked Gray’s asshole was in London, the morning I was heading home.  The last time we fucked for months.  I didn’t even know what I was doing.  I licked and sucked on his balls.  Licked his taint.  Licked a little further.  And then I heard the moan.  It was different than he’d emitted before.  And I knew what I’d done.  I kept going.

    “Show me how dirty a girl you can be.”

    ~

    He stood in his leathers.  I was on the floor, rope harness around me, my hands covered in soap and shoe grease.

    As I worked on his chaps, I sunk down.  Slithered in between his legs.  My ass the last to drop down and through him.

    I sat.  Rested my back against his left leg.  Tilted my head up.  Massaged Black Gold into his leather as my tongue licked from his balls to his asshole.

    He bent down slightly.  Grabbed my hair.  Maneuvered my face how he wanted it.

    Later, when I finished his leathers, he asked, “Do you want to have some more fun upstairs?”

    ~

    At Shibaricon, he sat on my face, ass pressing against my cheeks, as he fucked my tits til he came.

    The night of my birthday, he sat on my face, ass riding my tongue, as he came in NYRCherryBondage’s mouth.

    There is nothing so scary and so arousing as having someone fuck your face, not being able to breathe, and not knowing if they’ll remember to allow you air.

    ~

    He laid on my bed, still in his leathers.  His vest opened out.  His chaps put his cock on display.  His boots rested at the foot of the bed.

    “You need gloves, lube, and dildos.”

    I introduced him to my drawer full of safer sex supplies and masturbatory accoutrement.  I laid the dildos by his side.  Gloved up.  Knelt at the end of the bed.  Held the bottle of lube.  Tried not to shake from nerves.

    ~

    Now I remember how we got on the subject.  It was the butt plug.  The Mr. S Piggy butt plug.

    I asked Gray for anal stimulation in our fucking.  I wanted to get the plug in before next Fusion.  I asked his opinion on masturbating with my introductory plug, smaller than the Mr. S prize.  Any suggestions he had.

    And then I mentioned the harness.

    ~

    He had me lube my fingers.  Lube his asshole.

    “Too much is almost enough.”

    He was specific; press, don’t poke.  I remembered the tip from the two Kink Academy videos I’d watched earlier.

    I pressed my middle finger against his asshole.  I invited it to open.  I pressed, and then felt the release.  I slipped in, just a little.  And then a little more.

    Gray asked for more lube.  I reapplied lube, then reapplied my finger.  Glided in.  My whole finger was in his asshole.

    He wanted another.  More lube.  Again, slow pressure.  And then two of my fingers were inside him.  I felt his prostate; massaged it.  Had his cock in my other hand; licked it.  Inside, I reveled in the moment.

    He grabbed my hair.

    “Don’t you forget who is in charge right now.”

    He let go of my mane.

    He wanted to try a different lube.  I slipped my fingers out; too quickly.  I immediately knew I’d fucked up.

    “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s fine.  Just remember, you go at the person’s pace.  Grab the other lube.”

    I did.  We tried it.  He liked it better, but I made a mental note to buy anal lube the next day.

    I laid my ring finger across my middle and fore fingers; held the three together tightly.  Pressed against his asshole.  Heard and saw the pleasure I gave him as my digits slipped in.  Again, I massaged his prostate.

    His hands glided along his cock and rubbed his balls.  His voice uttered his pleasure, until finally he said, “I’m cuming.”

    I quickly readjusted.  Put my mouth on his cock.  Swallowed his cum.  Played with his cock.  Flicked my tongue along and around his head until he pushed me off.

    “My only critique: I love it when I cum in your mouth, but next time don’t change up what you’re doing as I cum.  Other than that, you were great.  Now, turn around.”

    He fucked me with one of my own dildos before we both passed out for the night.

  • 30

     

    I awoke, my head on Gray’s chest, my body curled up next to him.

    And then it hit me.

    I’m 30.  I am 30.

    I don’t feel any different. Are you suppose to feel different?

    I’m me.  I’m still me.  Just me, and 30.  Okay, I still feel like me, so let’s go with this.

    ~

    Gray took me out for birthday pancakes, his treat.

    “You order first, birthday girl.”
    “Shh.  There will be no more mention of that.”

    Later, after we’d finished our meals, but had yet to receive the check.

    “That’s odd.  She gave me my to-go box, but not the bill.”

    I heard the clapping before I saw them.  Three servers with a bowl of ice cream walking towards our table.

    Oh.  No.

    I cowered, half-covering my face.  The ladies finished their song.  Our server left our bill.  Gray captured the moment in a picture, forever displaying my awkward-humble embarassment.

    I ate my ice cream.

    ~

    I’d already been to Best Buy and my local sex toy shop.  Next up on my list of errands was the liquor store.  I parked the car, hussled inside, chose a twelve pack of Yuengling, and walked up to the register.

    “ID please.”

    I smiled.

    ~

    “How old are you now?”

    I grimaced.

    “Thirty.  How old are you?”

    “More than thirty.”

    “Oh.”

    ~

    I invited about half a dozen coworkers over to my house for crabs, beer, and shooting the shit.  We ate.  We drank.  We shot the shit.

    And then NYRCherryBondage arrived.  I hugged her for so long at my front door.  She was here, actually here.

    She brought her stuff inside.  I introduced her to my work friends.  Took her downstairs to see Gray for a hug.

    Later, she opened up her suitcase and revealed the motherload: a ridiculous stash of chocolate.  All kinds of chocolate.  Everyone convened on my livingroom floor to marvel at the display.

    I created my own separate pile, chocolate I planned to hide away before the others descended.  It was my birthday, afterall.

    One of my roommates came down stairs; joined our group.  More chatting.  More laughs.

    For a moment, I stepped back and marveled at the disparate parts of my life together on my living room floor.

    ~

    I kicked my coworkers out around 8pm.

    The Sun Room was already covered.  Gray had been in town since Fusion; no need to take the fabric down til his departure.

    Gray, NYRCherryBondage, and I relaxed, the haze of their cigar smoke in the air.

    She extended her hand, ash in the middle of her palm.

    “It’s been a long time.”

    I leaned forward.  Licked her hand.  Ate her ash.  Shared that connection with her again.

    “Lift up your pussy.”

    Gray tossed about ash in his hand.  I planted my feet.  Gripped the carpet with my hands.  Lifted my hips.  He slapped his ash across my lips, a sweet sting to my wet cunt.

    She got on the ground.  Licked my thighs.  Licked up the ash.  And then licked my lips.  I moaned.  Relaxed into the floor.  Clawed at the carpet.  Enjoyed it.

    Gray stood; moved towards my head.  Knealt.  Held my wrists down.

    I writhed; breathed heavy.

    Gray readjusted.  Put his shins across my wrists.  Grabbed my shirt.  Pulled it up over my head.  Held fabric across my mouth.  Gagged me with my own clothing, certainly not a first.

    Still, I moaned.  And, eventually, begged.  Begged to cum.

    ~

    I was still covered in his ash and her saliva.  I was tired, but still smiling.  I had had a good birthday.  No, a great birthday.  And I had the both of them with me, soon in my bed.

    I curled up under the covers.  Waited for them to join me.

    Gray bounded into my room.  Slipped into my bed.  Snuggled up beside me.  He was cold.  Incredibly cold.  Had just taken a shower.  Pulled my body into his.  Shocked me from my sleepy daze.

    Helen joined us.

    And then, somehow, I was sucking his cock.

    And she starting sucking his cock. too.

    And I moved to his balls.  And then licking his asshole.

    “Someone needs to bring their pussy up here.”

    I turned my body.  Straddled his chest.  Tilted my hips towards his mouth.  Started moaning instantly.

    He came in her mouth.  She dripped his cum into my mouth.

    And then we were kissing.

    And he was fingering her, fucking her with his hand.

    And then he was fingering me too, almost fisting me.  And we were both moaning from his work.

    And holy fuck.

    Best.  Birthday.  EVER!

     
    An addition, in case you wanted to hear me reading the story.
     

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  • DGG #17 Dirty Pig pt 2

    My fantasy, my moments, and my new reality.  The conclusion of my Dirty Pig experience.

    Time Jumps

    1:26 Prep for my fantasy
    2:40-5:18 TMI break: Grue Pitt 3 conversation – How to hack a period
    5:18 Props and planning
    6:23 Words of encouragement
    7:43 Setting the stage
    8:43 The performance
    13:30 Aftercare
    14:39 Tifereth’s fantasy
    15:54 The lull before the results
    17:06 The winner is…
    19:03 A perfect moment
    21:26 Congratulations
    21:59 Stefanos and space
    23:13 The rest of my night
    24:10 Rough realization
    26:23 Reflection

     

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  • DGG #16 Dirty Pig pt 1

    Nerves, answering a question, bribes, and all the people who helped me. Part one of my competition experience.

    Time Jumps
    1:23 Nerves
    3:40 Secret Weapons
    6:27 Gray, judge and Sempai
    8:59 The Rules
    12:19 The show begins
    12:54 Introductions
    13:57 Pig #5
    15:35 Combination Bribe
    17:05 Sexy Skin
    18:59 Pop Question cock tease
    21:09 My Answer
    24:17 My well framed ass

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  • DGG #15 Fusion 2013 pt 4

    The pitter patter of rain fills the background as I chat more about my Fusion adventure (during a break in the middle of my Rope Camp).

    Time Jumps

    1:30 Boymeat
    5:29 Handfasting
    7:20 Rope with Bear (and a special appearance)
    10:03 Cigar Lesson
    11:14 Paying Dearly (canes with Gray & Rough)
    19:42 Warrior Kitten Memorial
    20:19 Poi Time
    22:00 My first bootblack shift
    23:38 Protocol Training with Shay & Stefanos
    24:35 Doug, the Dragon Girl, and our bootblack orgy

     

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  • DGG #14 Fusion pt 3

    Playdate with the Pros, D3, Bastinato, and a few fun moments in between.

    Time Jumps

    1:35 Playdate with the Pros
    3:48 a beer odyssey
    4:43 Poetic, the tour guide
    7:20 Waffle House
    10:05 D3 and his hotel room
    14:08 Carol Queen and Robert
    [14:28-15:02 podcastus interuptus]
    15:43 Bastinato
    19:50 Jon’s boots
    20:37 DM Training
    23:34 Black Beard’s leathers
    24:07 teaser

     

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  • Gifted

    Lee quieted the crowd.

    He said something about traditions in the leather community, especially the gift of leather.  He took back my sash (the harness) and my scepter (the butt plug).  He gave the microphone to Gray and stepped aside.

    My eyes watered.  I knew what was about to happen, but I couldn’t let myself believe it.

    Gray spoke.  He talked about our dynamic as Teacher/student.  About how proud of me he was.  How the highest hope for a Teacher is that their student will exceed past them.  How I had done just that on stage that night.

    He held leather gloves in his hands.  A pair of gloves he’d owned for a decade, bought in a store back in Wisconsin that didn’t exist anymore.  He spoke about how he had treasured the leather, taking it with him wherever he traveled.

    He turned to me, handed me the gloves, and hugged me tightly.

    It was all I could do not to cry.

    Sometimes there are moments in life where no script could exceed the brilliance of your reality.  I could not have imagined a more perfect way for that moment to occur.  And to think, I had had two of those moments in one night.

    As I held Gray’s gloves, now my gloves, in my hand I felt such joy and admiration, such pleasure that I had not only accomplished so much that evening but also done so in honor of my Sempai, who sat center of the judges’ table privately cheering me on.

    Lee returned my sash and scepter.  People came up to me and congratulated me.  I couldn’t move three steps without someone hugging me or patting me on the back or giving their felicitations.  And, of course, many spoke about my moment with Gray and my gifted leather.

    At one point, Stefanos stopped me.  He gave me space.  Got me to close my eyes.  And all he said, all he kept saying, over and over again, was “Let it go.”

    I breathed.  I cried.  I wailed.  I laughed.  I hollered.  I ended with a giggle.  And a look at him.  A thank you for giving me that space, that moment.

    As the crowd died down, I found myself back in Gray’s arms for a hug.  It was a big night for the both of us.

    Everyone drifted away eventually.  I wanted to head down to Carol Queen’s erotica reading circle.  Others had sex and play to get to.

    But, for one shining moment, I was on top of the world.  I was in the spotlight, nowhere to run or hide from it.

    And, for one year, I am the reigning Dirty Pig, real gifted leather to match my fake leather title.

     

    My Dirty Pig Experience

    – Pep Talk

    – The Rules

    – Introductions

    – Pop Question

    – Fantasy

    – And The Winner Is…

    – Gifted

  • And The Winner Is…

    Shay stayed beside me as I walked off stage.  Held me as I sat on a chux pad.  Rubbed my back as I started coming down off my high.

    The show continued.  During Pig #6’s performance, I breathed in and out, allowing the adrenalin to cycle through me.  Soon I was good to stand.  I cleaned up the shoe grease from my pussy; watched the rest of the show with the other contestants.

    I went back to being encouraging, cheering them on.  Tifereth was super nervous about her fantasy.  I had a good idea of what was going to happen.  It was all a ruse to “kidnap” her for a scene.  Rough dashed on stage as soon as the music started, taking her down easily.  Gray, as well as other friends I recognized, joined Canon in hooding her, tying her up, suspending her, and violating her for us all the see.

    As a group, the rest of us contestants cheered her on from upstage.   She did great.

    Soon, though, the last fantasy was performed.  The show was almost over.

    As we waited for the results, other contestants came up to me and marveled at my fantasy.  A few even said I had their vote; they thought for sure I would win.

    I tried not to think about it.  I had had my fun, had been fisted twice on stage from two people I care about, and was now free from my nerves.

    I danced to the music playing, not caring who watched.  Shay joined me, as did Pig #3.  I gave an impromptu booty wiggling lesson, which was a lot of fun.

    As we all waited for the results to be tallied, some of my friends came up to chat, one of which was Lochai, who basically told me I won, no doubt in his mind.  I was the only person who had received a standing ovation; I hadn’t realized that.

    Soon, Lee was back on the mic.  The scores were calculated.

    We lined up again on stage in the same order as we began, Pig #6 beside me on my right.  Lee spoke for a bit, but thankfully not for long.  He called us each up one-by-one to bow and receive applause for our performances.

    He then announced the first winner-up, who should the reigning Dirty Pig be unable to fulfill their duties would have to step in as title holder (case-and-point: Gray).

    It was Pig #6.  They stepped forward, accepted the applause.  I looked left at the rest of the contestants, who were all looking at me and smiling.

    Does this mean…I mean, it could be one of you…Is this really happening…?

    Lee announced my name.

    I won.

    I am Dark Odyssey Fusion’s 2013 Dirty Pig.

    I was shocked.  I didn’t know what to do except step forward, my hands covering a sheepish grin on my face.  Lee put the tiara with four condoms (representing the 4th annual competition) on my head.  He handed me the strap-on harness and the Mr. S Piggy butt plug that were my prizes.  He presented me to the crowd.

    But as he spoke, I saw Gray move from the judge’s table.  He hurried to the front of the stage, caught Lee’s attention, said something into his ear.

    Lee stood back up and spoke again to the crowd as Gray made his way onto the stage.

     

    My Dirty Pig Experience

    – Pep Talk

    – The Rules

    – Introductions

    – Pop Question

    – Fantasy

    – And The Winner Is…

    – Gifted

  • Fantasy

    I could not have picked a better song than the one I randomly pulled out of Lee’s bag: Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together.

    I’d already gone over the basic idea of a skit with Shay and Stefanos.  Now with this song in mind, we changed it to fit the lyrics while still going with the essence of my idea.

    Stefanos is a performer; I knew going into Dirty Pig having him help was going to be invaluable.  Shay, functioning as my handler, was a big reason why I did so well.  She kept me calm throughout the competition, but never more so than leading up to my fantasy.  She kept rubbing my back and checking in.  I felt safe in her care.

    Bribes were thrown at the judges left and right, my antics included.  Once, I quietly slipped to the judges’ table and offered cigars and cigarellos, as well as prep service to each judge.  Only Gray took me up on my offer.

    However, as I passed by one judge, she stopped me.

    “I like your true-excited-you more than your sex kitten.  Authentic you is sexy.”

    I was humbled, shocked, so grateful for her encouragement.  I thanked her and then hustled back to the Green Room tent.

    I recruited my friends for countless bribes that evening: alcohol service, tobacco service, bootblacking, massages, sexual favors, and one friend even just wrote ‘Vote for Poetic’ on her ass.  Magically, one person recruited herself to help me even though she had just met me that camp in a class.  It really does take a village to run for a fake leather title, and I am so immensely grateful to everyone who helped me that night.

    As it grew nearer for my turn back on stage, my nerves resurfaced.  I channeled my energy into encouraging my fellow contestants, who were also tied into knots, or just spending moments with Shay stroking my back.

    When Pig #4 went up, it was time for us to warm up.  Shay kneeled down and tested the waters; I was very wet and very ready.

    Once Pig #4 finished, our trio kicked into gear preparing the stage for our show.

    Our props: three cardboard stars, a small crescent wrench, a marshmallow skewer, a plastic ring (about the size of a hand), and a camouflage rain jacket.

    I wore my red teddy (because the night before Gray said it did great things for my ass) and a chain with a lock around my neck.

    Shay and Stefanos pinned their stars to their clothes on the left in back.  I clipped my star to my right boot.  (For those who don’t get the joke, we were flagging ‘Starfucker’ & ‘Star’.)

    We placed a piece of sex furniture on stage, draped the jacket on the sex furniture where Shay would be sitting, and put a chux pad on the floor of the stage where I would be seated.  Also on the floor beside me, I sat a buffing brush, a tin of Black Lincoln shoe polish, and my jar of Huberd’s Shoe Grease.  Both Stefanos and Shay were pre-gloved.  We were ready.

    Shay placed her boot on my chest and I began loving on her leather.  We waited for the music to begin.  The wrong song cued up.  Stage crew quickly fixed it and Taylor Swift’s familiar guitar riff pumped through the speakers.

    I kissed on Shay’s boots as she smiled and reached down to caress my face.  Stefanos stood on the back of the stage, watching, the skewer in his hand.

    Suddenly, he rushed forward.  Screamed something.  Grabbed me by my collar.  Pushed me down to the floor with the skewer.  Shay started screaming, too.  Stefanos shoved me onto the sexy furniture.  I remember hearing Shay yell, “You told me you were single.”

    In response, I gestured back and forth between Shay and Stefanos, and said, “But you’re hot.  And you’re hot.  And boots.”

    Stefanos took the plastic ring, with a handkerchief tied to it, and forced it in my mouth as a gag.  He grabbed my tin of polish, pulled up my nighty, and began beating me all over my body, smearing the black over my skin.

    Meanwhile Shay took the wrench, which was pre-condomed, and started fucking me with it.  Quickly she grew tired of it, proclaimed it too small, and tossed it aside.  Reaching into my Huberd’s jar, she yelled, “You don’t even deserve lube,” and easily slipped her entire hand into my pussy, already previously warmed up by her fist.

    Not done with their hate fuck of me, Shay and Stefanos switched.  Shay came by my head; Stefanos went down to my feet.

    What I write now I know from accounts both from those involved and those who saw the show: Stefanos dipped his hand into my Huberd’s, showed it to the crowd (big man hand and all), and in one fluid motion sunk his entire fist deep inside my cunt.  My eyes were closed, so I didn’t see it, but apparently I got a standing ovation, including everyone at the judges table.

    Stefanos pistoned his fist.  I moaned, screamed, and squirmed, pleasure racing throughout my body.

    As the song grew to a close, Stefanos slipped out, returned to my head.  Grabbed my hair.  Tilted my body up.  Pulled my nighty up over my head, wrote P-I-G in polish across my chest, and threw my head away right on the last downbeat of the song.  He and Shay walked away.  We could not have performed better if we had tried.

    Almost immediately Stefanos rushed back, asking me if I was okay.  There was huge applause.  I reassured him I was fine.  He helped me to my feet.

    I stood downstage center, with Shay and Stefanos genuflecting at my boots.  Carol Queen threw a t-shirt up onto stage.  Gray waved his leather gloves at me.

    I didn’t know what to do except stand there and smile, as if to say, ‘Yeah, that just happened.  That’s my cunt.  Glad you like it.’

     

    My Dirty Pig Experience

    – Pep Talk

    – The Rules

    – Introductions

    – Pop Question

    – Fantasy

    – And The Winner Is…

    – Gifted