Hokay. So I think I may be about to share an opinion that might make me a little bit unpopular and will definitely make me sound like a bitch, but I don’t care. While this was inspired by some hot blooded words shared on twitter, it is *not* directed at anyone in particular. However, I [...]

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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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Anon has some massive motherfucking balls, let me tell you. Simply massive. Sometimes, it looks like his dick is resting on a duvet of balls.
When he met, he told me he liked CBT. I hadn’t really had much any experience with it, but I picked up on the basic premise pretty quickly. Hurting is junk [...]

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Wendyland has been quite busy lately.
There has been massage school midterm madness, which will thankfully be done this week.
There has been prepping for my class at TES:TNG this week (Fisting 101, on Wednesday! Ya’ll should come.  Ages 19-35!)
And then there has been The Boy. I’ve gone down to visit him in Philly twice, and this [...]

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