I love my boots. I love my boots. Really. I haven’t fallen *once* since I started wearing them regularly. I feel naked when I can’t wear them. I’m slowly teaching myself how to take care of them. I totally want a boot-jack to get them off, and a boot hook to get them on.
And I [...]

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a/k/a, an Ode To Legs
I’ve often written about Sebastian’s legs, but his aren’t the only I admire. Last year at camp I met a boy who’s legs impressed me. So much so that when I saw him on the D.O. site this year I had to send him a message to compliment those gams.
It was, [...]

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My next post on camp was going to be about the pretty boy with pretty legs and glowing boobies, but the Kitty from Kittie in the Citi just wrote about his experience in the petting zoo, and I just could not wait to write about it myself!
My first year of camp, the one event I [...]

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Ok, just one pastie. Tilda had bought some of her own, and they came with two little pasties to use in order to determine if you have a reaction to the glue. Because she’s baddass like that (and so am I. I *gasp* never do a strand test when I dye my hair. Hardcore!) she [...]

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One of the wonderful things about sex camp is the fact that everything, for the most part, is gender neutral. All bathrooms and showers are co-ed, with the exception of cabins that are all male or all female (and for the most part, the definition of male and female at camp don’t usually require the [...]

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