The first scene of the weekend had been partially spontaneous. This one was completely spontaneous.
Anon has a small alcove in his room, where his bed fits perfectly, with just enough room on each side for lube, my hitachi, a book, all that good stuff.  And at the bottom corners of the alcove, as well as [...]

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And amazingly, it was not the weekend of Winter Fire!
Despite being at a kink event and floating in and out of  D/s head space, the boy and I were more boyfriend/girlfriend during WF, rather than Mistress/boy. This is not a bad thing, of course. Head spaces change. But the next weekend, in Philly, we played [...]

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As many of you know, when I wear jeans, I often flag. I’ve got my red hanky all nicely folded and ready to slide into my left back pocket.
Just in case. Because you never know when or where you might meet someone who knows what it means.
From what I understand, the hanky code used in [...]

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I have realized that through out my life, none of my thoughts or ideas about living with a partner actually involved sharing a bedroom.
I thought this was weird at first, but really, I just like my space. *My* space. I like having my bedroom set up just so. I like my books organized in my [...]

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Hit them
Kicked them
Slapped them
Squeezed them
Pinched them
Twisted them
Put them in my mouth
Attached weights to them
Tied them up
Poked them
Kneed them
Used them as a pillow (Yes. I have. They’re that big)
Buttered them
Dipped them in coffee
Thoroughly washed them
Dipped them in sour cream
Held them while sleeping/watching TV/Driving in the car
Watched him accidentally flash half of 7th ave/24th St with them
Dragged [...]

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