tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42179219725789022172024-02-18T20:27:29.644-08:00Spiel Mit MirJust my thoughts, dreams and desires.Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-69078942752636051652015-09-06T07:27:00.000-07:002015-09-06T07:27:47.523-07:002012The other day while laying in bed I asked KP what was the best thing that happened to him in 2012. A man being a man. He said when myself and another girl gave him a two way blowjob. Romantic .... <br />
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My number one hands down has to be when we found out my mom is once again Cancer FREE!!! I could slowly seeing her giving him the fight this time around. I pray everyday to whoever is listening that she will never have cancer again. Or anything else for that matter. <br />
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My number two is meeting KP. When we met back in April I would have never thought every night when I am in town I would be in his arms. To have the first thing he says to me in the morning is how he loves me. I thought he would just become a friend. Someone I would play with once in a blue moon. Maybe fuck when I'm horny. Never thought I would drop my lovers to be with one man. But he what I want and need in and out of kink. I am very happy. Even when he is threaten to lick my forehead. <br />
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Getting sick ... Again. <br />
I don't get the flu. I get pneumonia. Sitting in a hospital for eight days is not my idea of a hot time. The first time I got pneumonia in 2010 I went to three hospital for two weeks total. So I guess I couldn't bitch this time around, right? <br />
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Meeting one of my brothers<br />
This Christmas I met one of my brothers. Who is 50! I never really heard about him. He got in trouble years ago. So .. Yeah. He was really nice. Funny. But like with all my family. I keep a distance. Now, I only have to meet one more ulster and would have meet all my dads kids. <br />
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Going to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico!! <br />
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I am always down to go on vacation. I don't think I have ever been on vacation that was without my parents that I planned. Mexico was kind of like this. I asked my friend Jenn what she was doing in a few days. Next thing you know we are on a plane at 5am from Chicago to Phoenix in first class. When we were in Phoenix I was on the phone making sure our very very last min hotel booking went though. Best idea ever! <br />
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<a href="http://playwithmeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2012/10/cope-me.html" target="_blank">C.O.P.E</a> <br />
I had no plans on going to this. SB talked me into it. So happy he did. I had fun. I can't wait for WW. <br />
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Going to visit Blue!!!<br />
Going back to random travel. I went to visit Blue. I felt so welcome and met some awesome people there. <br />
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Blogs I loved writing.<br />
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BimBeaus<br />
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<a href="http://playwithmeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2012/08/kinknic-2012.html" target="_blank">Kinknic 2012</a><br />
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Favorite pictures of the year .. That will never make it to Facebook <br />
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Last night was the last party held at The Sin Factory. HHD is moving with her new husband. It's so depressing. I remember meeting both of them for the first time. <a href="http://playwithmeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2012/07/hot-like-fire.html" target="_blank">Hell, I remember when they met each other for the first time. At a very awesome party! </a><br />
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I rarely get attached to anyone. Years I have learned I am not around enough to be a good enough friend to make new relationships with people. But these two people I made a connection with the moment I met them. Toy is so sweet and kind. The first time I chatted with him I knew he would be a great for someone that could really take the time to be there for him. HHD is a person you are just drawn to. It makes me feel great to be friends with them. To have been there for great moments. To have played together. To have been there to see them meet. To be honored to help her to get ready for her wedding date and see her walk down the aisle a man that is perfect for her. <br />
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I have been to a couple of weddings of people I have known for years. This is the only one I felt the need to cry. To see the true love they both have for each other. The night of the party I was so tired. But I couldn't miss it. I had no idea when I would be about to see them before they left. Next I had to finally give them their wedding gift! If you missed it. I had two picture frames signed by people with wedding pictures inside. Just to say goodbye and good luck. ( I am so sorry that a lot of people did not get a chance to sign it. So little space. I should have ordered a huge posted board. Then maybe I would have got everybody. ) <br />
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I must say you two will be truly missed. The parties, the laughs and the tears. I hope you two come visit often. ( With a heads up. So I can ask for time off. ) KP and I will be up there soon to bug you. So I can kick every-bodies ass at Ticket to Ride.Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-73974412341360462572014-01-07T11:36:00.000-08:002014-01-07T11:49:25.578-08:00Buckle List: Top to Bottom ;)I made a bottom bucket list over a year ago. One that I never posted on here to link to you too. So here is the list.<br />
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1.) Needle play<br />
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2.) Fire play.<br />
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3.) Wax play. <br />
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<li>I have had this happen a couple of times. I enjoy it. But sometimes I can't handle it. I get overheated and want to run away. Which is funny since I love fire play. I can take so much fire on my back and laugh while it's happening. But wax .. Yeah, I don't get it too. </li>
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4.) Rope Suspension.<br />
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So now I have decided to make a top bucket list. Things I would love to learn. Things I would love to do to another from the fun easy things to the more taboo items. Maybe I network and make my dreams come true.<br />
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1. This summer I would love to do an outdoor scene. Kidnapping someone and tying them to a tree and using them. Or any kind of play where I get to tie someone to a damn tree.<br />
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2. I have co - topped a few times. It has always been an impact scene.
Which is fun. Don't get me wrong. But I would like to do a scene where
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3. I would do more anal play scenes. I really need to buy a new strap on. The one I have is great. But for the average person it's a little much. It has about 3 different shapes and vibrates. Nothing about this thing is nice.<br />
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4. I have a desire to play with someone that enjoys face slapping. spitting, sitting. I want to use your face for all my ditry ideas. So sit back and relax and stick out your tongue so I can play!<br />
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5. I would finally like a male service sub/slave. One that would do boring housework, shopping etc. One that will run my bath in my clean bath tub they just got done scrubbing. This to be honest it's not that hard to find. But all the ones I have ever seen wants to dress up like a sissy maid. No thanks. Nothing about that turns me on. I want a strong man on his hands and knees doing this. In black pants and a bow tie. ;)<br />
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6. I still want to nail someones balls to a board. I have wanted to do this before I even knew I was kinky. One day! One day .....<br />
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7. I would like to learn how to do needle play.<br />
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8. I would like to learn more rope ties.<br />
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9. More CBT! Can't go wrong with that ..<br />
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10. Also I want to be a keyholder. Orgasm control is one of my major kinks. I am so shocked I don't have a key around my neck already. <br />
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11. One day I would like to put a remote control vibrating butt plug inside my bottoms ass and go out for the day. You can take a wild guess what would happen.<br />
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12. I would like a foot/shoe boy. Submissive or not. I adore foot lovers. Kiss and lick on my feet. Taste them after a long day. Rub them with oil and lotion. Pay for my pedicures. Sexy shoes for my feet. Lick the the bottom and the inside of my shoe you just paid for. I bet it does taste good .. anyways. You get the idea.<br />
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13. To play with someone that I can have them earn their orgasms by eating. I enjoy this to no end.
You would be shocked what a man will agree to. Or thing is so hot when
they are hard. The moment they cum the thought of eating it is sick. But
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I have more I will add as time goes on. Or add a link for the blog if I make it happen :) Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-17753291709030455942013-10-27T08:47:00.004-07:002013-10-27T08:47:44.753-07:00Top Drop<br />
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In the past I could use my bottom as a human rug, chair, etc for hours. Have them follow me on a leash. Have them eat from a dog bowl. Fuck them with mentally. Treat them like the worthless person they are. ( for that moment. None of them were really worthless ) Nothing about that play made me question myself and my control. </div>
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But have me beat someone .. In public. Chances are I might want to break down and cry in a corner later. During impact play the moment I see my bottom raise up on their toes from the pain I am in heaven. I feel powerful, sexy, loved, feared. Nothing can bring me down. When the scene is over with KP and he is laying crying in my lap. I can't fully explain for I feel. But it's great. To know I have pushed him into space and broke him down.</div>
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Just sometimes after that moment doubt comes in. </div>
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Should I have started off slower? Harder? </div>
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Should I have only gave him pain?</div>
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Would he ever want to play with another because I am not good enough? </div>
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All these question run though my head. Going from feeling like Queen Bitch. Do doubt who I am as a woman is a killer. </div>
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During the Campout last night I was sitting outside listening to a female friend of mines teasing two guys. It was mainly about dick sizes. While it was funny. I had so much I wanted to add into this. Even though I say I am not into humiliation. I am. I wanted her to push it. Yes, you can make penis size jokes to everybody. But to find that one thing that will really fuck with their pride. I enjoy that. I miss that. </div>
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Maybe I should find a play partner that is into degradation and see how that works out. It's been awhile since I played like that. I am getting that itch. </div>
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<b>To the apartment in the sky!</b></h2>
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KP and myself finally (offically) moved in together! It has been a long summer of looking. Summer is the worst time for me to do anything personal. My days are already preplanned. I had no time to look for a place. Or real desire to move into a place we both wouldn't really be in. Since every month we were traveling somewhere. </div>
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We found a cute little house right next to a good friend of mines. But it ended up getting rented to someone else. ( I think I might egg the place just to be an asshole ) Just when I was about to give up a woman called about an ad I seem months ago! KP looked at it and said we should go for it. Two weeks later we move into a two bedroom apartment I seen once for two mins. </div>
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Our landlord was not ready for us. </div>
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She said we could have the keys on the 18th. Which means you can move in that day, right?! Not in her head. One of her family member lived there before us. He still had stuff there. Nothing was painted. The fridge looked like a cherry Kool - Aid bomb went off in it taken the shelfs off with it. The doorknob to our bedroom came off in my hand and I thought I was locked in. The light at the bottom of the stair won't turn on. ( but then I should be happy the lights are even on ) </div>
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Oh and the living room smelled like dog. Also the gas was turned off. Oh joy! </div>
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Clearly I was not pleased. </div>
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After sleeping the first night. The next morning I looked at the place with a new set of eyes. We have two huge hall closets. I am crazy odd about bathrooms. This one is nice and clean and set up how I like. With a cool claw footed tub and nice closet. Beside the fridge. I do love the kitchen. We even have a carpeted balcony. Bonus!!</div>
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After chatting with our landlord we came to an agreement. If I can find a fridge for $200 or so. I can replace the old. She doesn't think I can. It's called Craigslist. I mean, that how I found this place. </div>
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The other day we got the gas on and the man looked at our stove. He put a red tag on It pretty much saying we need a new one. So in the near future I am getting a brand new stove. Which I am pumped about. As long as it's gas. </div>
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Slowly but surely we are making this place into a home.</div>
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Maybe this weekend I will have people over for drinks and games. </div>
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The first night of the event was pretty low key. Everybody was just sitting around. It might have had a lot to due with the 70's/80's music playing away in the background. But that was fine with me. It has been awhile since I played with KP and it was nice to do so without so much going on. <br />
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We had everything. Drinks, food, great people and ... CORN! </div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But for Campout I decided to put myself out there with playing with someone else. I thought I would play with one of my female friends. A few days before the event Roo asked me about playing. I like an respect him and for awhile I have wondered what it would be like to beat him. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">During the day we talked and picked a time to play. After dinner I had a very nice scene with my love. Nothing on this earth makes me happier then seeing him break down and fall into my arms after its over. After our scene, I talked with KP to make sure everything was fine with him before I went to play with another. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Once my fun of choice was open it was now or never. We chatted very quickly to make sure we had an understanding. KP pulled out my favorite toys. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Roo undressed and I had him to lean on the cross with his back to me. After the first touch of his back with my nails. Feeling his body and skin between my teeth. I felt like myself. Confined, sexy, strong and in control of what is going on. Everyone always comments on how nice his ass is. I am not an ass girl. But I will say it was fun to see his turn red from the bare bottom spanking. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I love someone that reacts when I am flogging them. He did not disappoint. Watching him raise up on his toes while my barbed wire flogger hit him made me very pleased. </span></strong><br />
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Two days before we were leaving to go. My Grandmother pass away. I was going to let my mom go though everything alone. So I missed the first two days of the event. When I did finally make it. The rain came with me. I was almost done filling out my forms when the skies opened up and knocked down the tent we were in. I pretty much killed myself to get to this place and my very first hour my dress is soaked and I am holding up a tent pole. <br />
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The first day I hung out and met a lot of KP's friends. Before I got there I had a choice of making up a "Dag name". For a whole event I went by Victoria. Simple, easy, basic. A lot of other names were off the way and had a medieval vibe. On the ride in Kp's friend was giving me inside tips for Rag. </div>
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The party was awesome! They had a stripper pole ( With strippers ), a couple of drink stations and Wheel of Debauchee!! The wheel was the best part of the party. There were a few different things you could land on. </div>
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Flash your breast or ass ( I got tons of beads because of this :)</div>
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To say I was drunk at this was an understatement. I was doing pretty good for awhile there. But everybody just kept handing me shots. I will never turn down a free shot. KP was nice and (smart) enough to have me leave the party for a moment to get some air. Which just ended up him fucking me out in the middle of the woods on a picnic table. </div>
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Sometime during the night I met an older man. He had these huge heart beads and said he would only give them up for the right return. I have heard stories about girls giving head for beads. Which was no in my future. But all he wanted to do was grab on my ass. And grab he did. The next day I ran into him again and he gave me this necklace. </div>
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I can not wait until next years party. It's been a long time since I have been to an awesome party that had nothing to do with kink. Everybody was really nice. No one touched me if I didn't ask for it. I only ran into one person I wanted to kick. The one moment Kp leaves me while I am at the Wheel of Debauchee. He started off nice. He oftered me a drink. Which I asked I what was in it and had him drink it first. I took a sip of it and he was trying to force me to drink the rest and touch me. I had to run away from him and KP came over and saved the day. After that we pretty much called it a night.</div>
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It's was that time of yet again. Furries far and wide came to Pittsburgh for the four day event. This was my second time going. Which I was oddly enough looking forward to it. I am not a furry. I get it. But then I don't. </div>
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The event itself is free for the most part. You can walk around and take pictures with the people and look around. The vending area and dances at night require a ID pass. I try to explain to people what it's like. But it's one of those things you have to see for yourself. <br />
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Last year I couldn't stay the whole night and missed going to the rave they have every night. I am not sure what I was planning on seeing when I walked into the room. But it was huge! They had lights, smoke .. Three DJ stations and people in full fur suits dancing on stage. </div>
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I would have loved to say I danced the night away with my now glowing arms. But we only stayed for about an hour. Everybody their was under 18 and they acted like it. I was at the very end of the dance floor and still getting ran over by jumping teenagers. It made me feel very very old. Was I ever like this? I sure hope not. </div>
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Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-14553759840531984632013-06-17T09:58:00.001-07:002013-06-17T09:59:32.184-07:00Love me, Touch me, Fuck me, Rape me.<div><b><br></b></div><b> <br></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy9aydYkzq40u6kpCXTxIRGzXFx-fKKDY4GmcZldjPFEaADp8awefcdWs-eoo5NFIaJ0PGx_LXc9CroXo6yURcEGC1klRWaQmq2E1WYb3u1ClHUTR-7xFga5pE9eL7WQSF99ow6pNIi1Wv/s640/blogger-image--1881212907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy9aydYkzq40u6kpCXTxIRGzXFx-fKKDY4GmcZldjPFEaADp8awefcdWs-eoo5NFIaJ0PGx_LXc9CroXo6yURcEGC1klRWaQmq2E1WYb3u1ClHUTR-7xFga5pE9eL7WQSF99ow6pNIi1Wv/s640/blogger-image--1881212907.jpg"></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>I love sex. I have always enjoyed using my lovers for my own sexual pleasure. This can mean a lot of things. Sometimes I am a mood to please my lover. To kiss and lick down their body. Rub my skin along them. To taste and tease. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>When I am in this mood my goal is to make you cum. And cum hard. To have you lay and enjoy the show. To feel your cock reach the back of my throat, while my tongue moves along you. To lick and lightly bite on your balls. To look at you to see the pleasure on your face. While I fuck you with my soft, huge breast. Your moans get me off. To know I am the one that have you rock hard while I ride you with my tight pussy. These are the things that make me happy.</b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>Sometimes I just want to be fucked. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>I want you to come home. Not say a word and just push me to my knees. Force me to suck on your dick. Fuck my face. Make me gag. Make me beg for it. Bend me over and force yourself into me. Don't warm me up. But then again there is no need. I am already wet and ready for you to take me. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>To fuck me like your little whore. To pull on my hair. Dig your nails into my skin. Push your fingers down my throat while fucking me harder. Slap my ass. Slap my breast. Make them hurt. Cum on me and leave me wanting more like the whore I want to be.</b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>Other times ... I just want to use you. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>This is my favorite thing to do. I love using my lovers as a sex toy. Your only goal is to please me. Make me scream your name. Make me want to run from you because I don't want to cum anymore. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>But remember as my toy you don't get to cum. Sex toys don't cum silly boy. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>So I hope you are well rested. I can go for hours. I don't care you are so close to cumming. I don't care how you just want to cum all over my ass or breast. Stop your bitching and fuck me the way I love. Bend me over and go in deeper. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>Look down my pussy. I know it looks good. That's not helping you last longer? Oh, I'm sorry. Now, I demand you look. Don't make me upset. Listen while I cum once again while you are still left wanting....</b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>Be good or I will put a butt plug up your ass. We both know you don't want that when you are this close to edge. But I have never been nice when I am this mood. So just lay back while I put this vibrator inside you. I know you enjoy while I ride you hard and fast. Don't worry, I will stop just at the last moment. I know your body. I know when you about to cum. </b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b><br></b></div><div style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>The look of need and pain gets me off. I will stop teasing you soon. I am satisfied. You have pleased me once again. Kiss me. Tell me how thankful you are to be used by me. Now go. I am done with you for now. Maybe next time my mood will change. 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While visiting a friend. We went to the store so I can have a game plan for my jungle juice this year for the Mayhem concert. ( I think it's a great idea to drink something in 99 degree weather from 10am to 2am that taste like Kool Aid that has 6 bottles of random stuff inside. One being Everclear. )<br>
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After walking down the aisle looking at everything I honestly believe the folks making liquor have lost their minds. I am VERY happy you can buy stuff with some damn taste to it. But really dude ...<br>
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PA I need you to step up your game. I am getting tired of TSA looking at me sideways when I go thur screening. <div><br></div><div>Thanks, </div><div>B</div><div>
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<b>May 3rd markers KP's and my one year together. Well, May 3rd is the day we are going to say it's when we started dating. The real day is up for debate. He just picked that day since it sounded about right. To be honest we both didn't care. Since I personally didn't think it would become anything serious. </b><br />
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<b>I thought KP would be someone new in the community to bull shit with once in a blue moon. Who would have guessed. We would have got to this point. I sure as hell didn't. The same goes for him. I was happy in my single life just dating around. I had a couple of great fuck buddies. A Daddy to call my own. ( long story for that one ) So life was good. </b><br />
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<b>But I have always had a weakness for men with long dark hair. He was also so different for the guys I were dating or have dated in the past. Looks and personally wise. From day one he told me what he was all about. Who he is as a person and what is going on in his world. I liked that. I could respect that. </b><br />
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<b><a href="http://playwithmeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2012/05/thirsty-thursday.html" target="_blank">Lets start from the first time we played together ... "Thirsty Thursday" </a></b></div>
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<b>In the very start KP was also dating someone else. Here is my all time fav blog about me meeting her. And helping KP face fuck her in a back alley ... <a href="http://playwithmeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2012/05/sinferno.html" target="_blank">And treat her like a little whore. Because I'm nice like that .... "Sinferno"</a></b></div>
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<b>This first year was a good one. I found a partner and a friend in him. I can't ever remember is getting in a serious fight. Ever having to raise my voice at him. If we have a disagreement. We make sure we talk it over before we go to bed. I also have never cried so much in one year. Not crying because he has hurt me. Just the tears I needed to shed for years. Tears to finally my pain and hurt go. To know I can finally tell someone my secrets. I can explain my past to someone and they will understand. If not understand, will be there to just listen and hold me. I have never been so open with anyone my whole life.</b><br />
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<b>KP asked me to move in with him. I have never been so shocked in my life. I am looking forward to this new chapter. I am scared. I have never lived with a guy. Even though I guess you can say I have lived with him for the last 8 plus months.The thought of signing a lease in Pittsburgh makes me want to break out in hives. I hate to be tied down. To know I can't just grab my bags and leave. (Clearly this is why I have my flying job) Since I am more then open to doing this with him, let's me know it's right.</b><br />
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<b>The future is looking bright. My mom is cancer free. My dad health is getting better. I have a job I still love ( most days ) and a man that makes me smile everyday even when I am 2,000 miles away. </b><br />
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<b>Life is good. </b><br />
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<b>I hope it stays that way. I will work to try to keep it this way. </b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-11434719271881832302013-03-05T08:54:00.002-08:002013-03-05T08:54:47.287-08:00Collar Me Happy<br />
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I have decided to make KP mines. To collar him. For months the thought has been in the back of my head. I think in our own way we have already made that commitment. Just without a physical item to display to others. That let's me know what my heart is feeling is right. To have that understand without saying a word. </div>
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Back in Nov I ordered a custom bracelets to use as his day collar. The moment I seen them online. I just pictured him wearing them. Something that I believe will look good on him and goes with his style and fine for work. For Christmas I give them to him. Of course they were too small. But Twistedtoymaker helped extend them. So now he wears them everyday. Which makes me so happy.</div>
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The plan I had in my head for months was to collar him one day at home. When he comes home from work. I would have dinner ready and candles everywhere. Etc. but out of nowhere he asked to do a ceremony. Which was fine. Since WW was coming up. A good bit of the ones that have been supportive of our relationship would be there. </div>
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Weeks coming up to it. Shit was falling apart. The guy to make his charm was not replying to my emails. The woman making his customs collar was having problems making it. But at the very last moment everything worked out. The charm was made and shipped the same day. The collar got here two day before we were leaving. </div>
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The day of the collaring I was nervous. We skipped classes and ran away to take a swim together. That one on one time together helped me remember why I want to do this. Even though I was little hurt by something's that happened during the week. Everything has and will work out. That this is only about the man in my arms. Only about the one that holds my hand during the good and bad times and fuck everybody else. This was our moment. No one else's.</div>
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When it was time for the ceremony and I was finally dressed. Hldherdwn was the first one to make it. I was so very happy to see her first. Then before I knew it everybody we invited were standing and sitting around. Joking with each other and drinking out of wine glasses. Once Unwonted got there. We were ready to go! </div>
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For weeks I have been trying to find the words to write about how I felt during the ceremony. I still don't know what to say. To see my love kneeling in front of me while I read my speech was something I can't explain. To see him shed tears from the words I just wrote down an hour before touched me. When I finally showed him the ownership charm and placed the collar around his neck I felt whole. </div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">"JD, my lover, my friend, my pet. Today I ask you to forward our relationship.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Today I ask you to wear my collar and charm of ownership. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">I have never thought I would do this to find someone that understands me in and out kink. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Someone that holds me in the middle of the night and searches for me when I am not beside you bed. </span></em></strong></div>
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Someone who tells me they love me and I am so beautiful first thing in the morning. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Someone that goes out of their way just to see me smile. </span></em></strong></div>
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Someone that takes the pain and love I give them without a second thought. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">You are what I always needed but never knew. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">You helped me to believe in this lifestyle once again. You made me believe in love. More then anything I have found a side of myself I never knew I had. I can be kind and caring. ....... and a tease. More then anything I know it's okay to feel. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red;">All these things and more is why I ask I place this collar around your neck."</span></em></strong><br />
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I wish I could tell you what KP said to me. Everything was just a burry. I do remember saying all he ever wants to do is to make me happy. Which he does everyday. The one thing I clearly remember and everybody there heard was how he ended his speech. </div>
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"I don't know what else to say. I just want to get drunk and have lots of sex with you" <br />
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Showing him the charm and collar of ownership. Thanks once again to Lillybear for adding to rings to connect the charm to the collar.</div>
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Saturday was the Holiday Hangover party. It was fun. I always enjoy anytime I get to spend with Mick. He is my bull shit buddy. I personally never been one to really talk to people. I like to sit back and watch. Unless its one of my own parties. Then I am loud and all over the place. With a bottles in my hand with a goal to get everybody wasted around me. <br />
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Sunday KP and I went to an UnMunch. I was happy we got up in time to go. The table was filled with everybody I love to chat with. Next door to the restaurant was a mini golf place. About a month ago I bought a groupon for it and still have two pass to use. We got a few people to join us. <br />
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But he didn't win a pair of these cool glow in the dark glasses. <br />
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After golf hldherdwn offered to drive us home in her mini van that just happened to be missing the middle row of seats. Three grown adults on one bench wasn't going to happen. KP offered to sit on the floor. But I wanted to give him head. <br />
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Of course my love was more then okay with this. Hldherdwn threw me her hoodie to put under my knees. ( now that is a friend! ) Before I started I asked Mick if he was okay with this. Since he was the one sitting next to all this. Once I got the thumbs up. It was time to put the van in drive and hit the road. <br />
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It has been years since I have gave anyone road head. I need some practice. I couldn't really go full out on his dick because I didn't want the whole world to see .. <br />
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While I continued to suck on my loves dick. Mick reminded me about the fun dip I also won at mini golf. A few months ago pictures of dick covered with some kind of candy were making their way around FET. So I might as well join in on the fun. <br />
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Thanks Mick .. I would have never thought of this without you :) Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-31989944994601153042012-12-24T09:01:00.001-08:002012-12-27T17:25:55.988-08:00A Little Tug Here<div><br />
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I forgot what we were talking about on Fetlife. But it came down to seeing KP's tied up by his hair. Which I thought was a great idea! He already has a couple of metal rings I braid in his hair once in a blue moon. <br />
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But I thought it would be fun to have the starting point at his PA ring. He is now at a 2 with his ring. So why not put that huge piece of metal to good use? ( when we are not having great sex ) <br />
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I know nothing about rope. The best I can do it tie up someone's hands and feet. That is the only thing I picked up. But I still had a blast doing this. <br />
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I always look forward to Doktor's birthday party. It's always a couple of days right behind mines. It's like throwing a party for mines without the work. But I did make do things for the party. </div>
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I made buffalo chicken dip. Which was gone in an hour. I will make sure I make tons more next time around. Of course I can't go to any party without making some kind of shots. This time was chocolate cake pudding shots <br />
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A hour before I left for the party I made blue berry jello shots. So when all 50 puddling shots were gone we would have a back up. <br />
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Normally I am always covered during parties. I have tons of pictures of myself naked online. It's rare for anyone past a lover or someone doing fire on me to see me naked in person. For some reason I am not big on showing the goods off. I like to be sexy, but not naked. Next, to be honest it just hurts to walk around without a bra on. <br />
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At one point I ended up in a fishnet dress. ( never again, my nipples hurt for over a week after that. Fire play on nipples and fishnets right after. Very very dumb. ) <br />
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Most of the night I walked around and chatted with people. Watched random scenes and spent time with KP. I was having a great time. But out of nowhere I just wanted to go home. I was kind of over it and ready to go home to suck and fuck KP. Otherjoe seen me upset and talked to me for awhile, which helps my mood. I feel like I haven't seen him in months. For awhile I seen him once a week. Now, once a month. If that. I miss it. <br />
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Also KP tracked down hldherdwn long enough to get her ready for our scene we talked about. All week I chatted with her about wanting to put her in the stocks. Since I love putting all my bottoms in there. I was getting worried and pissed off with the fact I didn't think it was going to happen that night. Once I get an idea for play in my head, I get real bitchy if it doesn't happen. <br />
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I am sure at one point of the night I told KP to grab that bitch. After my fire play with Sharkie, KP bought me my bottom for the night to the room of my choice. Hldherdwn's pet came in also. At first I was going to use him for the scene. But decided he would be more helpful as the maid. <br />
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Hldherdwn told KP a few days before he could make her cry. And cry she did. Having a sadist couple beating you down will do that to you. <br />
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Until next time folksSpiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-37977326404718444232012-12-08T02:05:00.002-08:002012-12-08T02:06:38.838-08:00Random shit #1<div>
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A weekend packed with drinking. gifts and scenes. </div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;">KP's longest week ever ...</span></strong><br />
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It is no surprise I am <strong>BIG</strong> on orgasm denial. Before my birthday weekend I was gone for almost two weeks. With my job sometimes it's just better and easier if I don't come home and just stay in Charlotte, NC. Where I work. So, I missed Thanksgiving ( which is normal) no big deal. But being away from my pet for over a week is a killer. <br />
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All I wanted to do was to come home. A few days leading up my return. KP promised he would not cum until I seen him. Game on! <br />
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The moment we seen each other clothes were lost. Hours of non stop sex. Just without letting KP cum. Watching him get to that point over and over again knowing he couldn't orgasm is the best. <br />
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For months I have talked to him about letting him fucking my ass for the first time. Tonight was the night to let him. But everything comes with a price. The moment he fully entered my ass I knew he was at his breaking point. Teasing him for hours to finally let him fuck my ass but still not letting him cum. <br />
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"<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The next day I needed a break from sex and was finally ready to play. It has been months since we played hard. Tonight I knew I was going to push him into sub space. It was long over due for both of us......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I have told KP before how I wanted to us someone as a human race track using a Wartenberg pinwheel as the cars. I was planning on using hldherdwn as my bottom for this the next time I top her with KP. Until then I might as well practice on KP. I hate losing. Why not have one up on him, using his own body."</span><br />
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Normally I throw a party for my birthday. But after becoming active in my local scene. So many people have birthday's around the same time as mines. So this year I decided to go to a strip club. I had a blast the last time I asked people to go with me. <br />
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This time a good amount of my vanilla friends were coming. I was kind of disappoint in the girls that night. The last time I went their were females waiting in line to get on stage. This time it seems like it was only about 15 females working. Though I almost fell on the floor when I seen a black girl dance. <br />
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Next a few dancers didn't like me once I let it slip I don't sexually like black guys. No point in lying. Let's save us time and my money and don't touch me. SortaV came downstairs with me at one point and quickly left with me to go find our guys. While my vanilla friends were having a blast with the short male strippers.<br />
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But the night wasn't a total lost. SortaV and Mick told me they were buying me a lap dance the moment they got there. But I just wasn't interested in anyone. Until the very end of the night I seen her. I am a sucker for any female that can do tricks on the pole. Next she had Hello Kitty stripper heels! Folks, we have found a winner. <br />
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See, I can be nice. He lasted over five days without cumming. Like I said Saturday night he could. But I didn't let me fuck my ass like I said he could. Hmm, I guess I am not so nice as I said. <br />
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Sunday my mother made me dinner. So I invited KP over for dinner. For the first time. It went pretty well. He seems to get along with my mother. Can't say the same for my father. But my dad is a dick. So .... I think it's time for my dad to see the movie Guess Who over again. Since CLEARLY I am not going to date a black man anytime soon. <br />
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Like every year my parents got me something for Zales. This year were earrings. Brat? Maybe ... <br />
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I have always listed myself as a Top/Domme and chances are will aways see myself in that role. Unless something very very random happens. Which I highly doubt. But sometimes I want to be a bottom. But their are very few people in this world I would for. I don't trust many people. No less have the desire to.<br />
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So adding a little rope into the mix just seemed natural. KP use to be RP on my blog because of his Fetlife name had Rope in it. But he changed it since he never plays with it anymore. Which I think is a shame. So why not get back into the grove with me as the bottom. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If you follow me on Twitter @Madam_SMM , you would know I have been away from home for about two weeks. Two long weeks without my friends and family. Two weeks without my pet. On top of it, most of the time I was sick. The only thing I wanted to do when I got home and see KP for the first time was to relax. Of course he had other thoughts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The next day I needed a break from sex and was finally ready to play. It has been months since we played hard. Tonight I knew I was going to push him into sub space. It was long over due for both of us. Our scene was pretty private and intense this time around. But I will share the silly part. </span><br />
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Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-5116364187166863452012-11-18T19:20:00.002-08:002012-11-18T19:30:38.001-08:00Kinky Birthday's and the War Against Boxers<div>
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People were everywhere. Half of them I have never seen before. I found Mick and pretty much stood in a corner with him all night and smoked hookah with him and Artemis. Hldherdwn was a little busy all night. So we didn't do a scene. KP was off talking to everybody and their mother. So I didn't see him the whole night. When I finally seen him. He was drunk and pass out. Totally waste of a outfit. It was a nice party. Don't get me wrong. Just the lack of sleep and knowing I would only be home for 48 hours .... Also I didn't even spend time with my own pet upset me. </div>
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Spiel Mit Mirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02087262053595413592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217921972578902217.post-65686062615958382582012-11-17T13:40:00.001-08:002012-11-17T13:40:53.021-08:00Nov's Happy Hour at Bar 11<div style="border: currentColor;">
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I have been looking forward to this night for weeks. But when it finally came around I just didn't want to go. My pet was going to game night. Friday's nights is his night. Which more then fine. I enjoy going out on Friday's and doing my thing more then any other night. But I wanted him with me for the happy hour.</div>
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But the bonus. I got to see LadyS. It has been awhile since I seen her. Months since I got a chance to chat with her. So it was nice to chat with her once my pet droppped me off. It is always entertaining around her and when we have something to play with. The good times keeps rolling. Sometimes I feel bad for SB. If he was smart the moment he seen the two of us together. I personally would have ran. For the record. I was not the one that tried to rip off his nipples. I just wanted to pull his balls off. <br />
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By this point of the night I was pretty drunk. The bartender that seems to enjoy to stare at my breast and make out with me was there. He always takes great care of me and keeps the drinks strong and flowing. Also SortaV bought me a drink which didn't help me keep tabs on how much I was drinking. By the time A/C got there, it was a wrap. </div>
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Highlights I kind of remember:</div>
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I think the only thing that kind of saved me was I had my pet's keys. So I couldn't stay until close. Amber made sure I got some food in my system. Which less then 6 hours later came back to greet me. In the words of KP, "I'm keeping it classy"<br />
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The last clear memory I had was getting home and kissing my pet. Jumping in the shower. Having pet make me drink water. I wanted to have sex or at less give him head. But I passed out. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. Right?<br />
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Side note: I have no idea what it is about water and drinking. Any other day or time I love water. When I am drunk I HATE the taste of water. Even hours after drinking. Hungover or not. I will not drink water. Normally I always have gatorade. That night I didn't. <br />
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For the past couple of months I have been talking about topping hldherdwn. But something always happens whenever we got together. Even though I have joked around with her before. Tonight was the night. It was time to play and she wasn't getting away. <br />
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I had KP help with the task. Since before we dated he was more of a Top then anything. I thought he might enjoy himself. Together we covered her breast with all the pins in her bag. I had plans on using some of the clothes pins on her clit and pussy lips. But we ran out. Also hldherdwn's sub was watching the scene. Since he wasn't doing anything I put him to good use and had him go down on her while KP and I tied her hands and worked the top half. <br />
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As I said earlier I have been looking forward to playing with her for months now. I was not disappointed. To see the star marks and lines from my canes on the back of her thighs made me very happy. Also getting to top with my love was the icing on top of her pinched nipples :) Even after we decided it was time to stop. She still moaned and moved on the bed while we took the rope off her wrist. <br />
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Very nice couple. But KP and I both were not ready for that .... At less that night. <br />
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All and all the party was awesome! Great friends, great food ( Thanks for the wings SB!) <br />
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At the start of the month, I jumped in a mini van with three other very fun kinky people to Cleveland, OH. Where we went to a dungeon. Which was my first one. It was a way to get ready for C.O.P.E the next weekend. <br />
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The place was a nice set up. By the time we got there everything was pretty much being used. We did find a table to use and sat our bottom for the night on there. Me and the two other ladies went to town on our bottom. For a good amount of the scene I just stood there and watched. Since I have only met the bottom once before and knew nothing about him. Even though it he was fine with me playing with him. I need to feel a connection with who I play with. Well, at less I need to feel one if the bottom is a male. Since I have no problems with topping a female.<br />
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But I will have to say all hitting him with a star crop was tons of fun! Our scene we got a lot of attention. I am not sure if it was because me and the two other ladies were new. Or the two tables we took up with all our toys. Maybe the fact at one point all three of us were just beating him without any breaks. Who knows :) I just wished I had a picture of him after it was all said and done.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lava is my second favorite place for happy hour. If they made it non smoking and got rid of the karaoke. I would love it even more. Thank goodness a lot of us went straight to the back room. Half way thur the night I didn't think anything worth blogging would happen. Nothing is new about me teasing KP all night. Or me messing with SB. Until I went over to sit with hldherdwn. Have I said how much I love this female yet? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before I got to her someone took the hit to give her inner thigh a high five. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't also give her a high five. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I mean, what are friends for? As a friend my job and goal is to make her happy. Make her grab on to the table and swallow her screams and moans. See, I am a true friend. I asked KP to come sit by me since I needed his attention. Playing with her got me in the mood and I wanted my pet to touch me. To kiss me. Also my pet is a switch. Who was a heavy top before me. With his help we dig our nails into her soft skin and made out. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The night would have been a great one. If one asshole didn't have to fuck it up. The moment after the two of us played with hldherdwn. Some random ass who is not kinky decide he should reach across KP to put his finger in my face. I thought KP was touching me. I looked over and seen the random. I HATE when anyone puts their finger in my face. My father does that all the time. Without even thinking about it. I grab his finger and pull. And ask who and what the fuck does he want. Clearly the man is drunk. But I don't give a fuck. He messed with the right one. Putting his hands on me. No less right when I am on a top high. Not good. </span></span><br />
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<b>It was pretty awesome. Since I have waited almost a month to write this. I forgot a lot of things. So we will just get to the fun things. To start off with SB drive me out their with SheBop. Which was a major event all in it self. This fucker will run you off the road. Which I found very funny. </b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">- Watching a girl who was blindfolded give a guy head who was wearing a kilt (yay). She had no head game. Nothing about it was special to really bring up in this blog. But the fact there was about five PGH people with me watching this. Unwonted was standing beside me and we commented on the whole thing. Just wishing they would do something ... Anything fun. Pull her hair ... Hold her nose. Fuck her face! ANYTHING! </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">- in the "break room" a guy just threw a girl down and started beating her. Like she stole something. Then kicks her crotch. Wtf batman? They do this scene by the water/snack table. I thought they are done since she is now standing like nothing ever happened. While getting my water. He pushes her against the same table I'm at and knees her in the crotch again.. This is weird to say the less. Since the table is moving while I am trying to aim the water in my waiting cup.... </span></b></div>
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<b>A little before two am. My Domme brain has had enough. Seeing so many female bottoms get kicked, hit, beat to shit with random items has made me upset. Don't take this statement wrong. I understand there is two sides to every coin. Tops, bottoms, subs, slaves, switch .. Blah blah blah. I have topped many females before. But that night seeing some scenes turned me off. Mark Ashley (hot porn star with a Huge cock) could have come up to me asking to fuck me and I would ave turned him down. </b><br />
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<b>I woke up early and got dressed in my school girl outfit. During that day they were having demos. For one of the classes I would be a demo doll for a pedicure class. I love pedicures. If I wasn't so tight with my money. I would get one every week. I asked Slave Steven to be my bottom for the class for two reason.</b><br />
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<b>It was a fun class. I sat back and relaxed and hoped he couldn't see up my mini skirt. It started off rough. But he got the hang out it and gave me a good foot rub. </b><br />
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<b>After awhile I found hldherdwn's room to watch Duckie get needles pushed into her body. I have always wanted to try needle play. But, I think that has changed my mind. Though I would love to be the top in needle play.I hope to learn it one day.</b><br />
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<b>Also, I got to hang out with hldherdwn new guy. Who is totally awesome and cute. Since in the last few months I have a thing for tall bigger guys ;) They are so cute together. It made me miss my love. Next event he must come with me. </b><br />
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<b>For the record. I never understood age play ... After helping Lily during it .. And watching it. I still don't. Oh well. It was entertaining to say the very .. very less. </b><br />
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<b>To see the people turn into their play age was ... Different. Even behind stage they were in that mind set and was not coming out of it. *shrugs* I do look forward to next years though. I thought Lily should have won. A woman who helped set up C.O.P.E won ... really now? Really ..... </b><br />
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<b>I have noticed going to parties Pittsburgh people LOVE to co top. Two people were going in on Unwonted ass. So I jumped in a gave her a few bare handed hits of my own. Which she was not s big fan of. Which just makes me want to play with her in a big huge way. That ass is mines the next party. </b><br />
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<b>That night I bottomed for fire play with Sharkie. This is my second time doing it and loved it. During the scene he also ran fire over the front of my body. At first I was very nervous about this. When I seen him coming to my nipples with the fire. I started to tell him not there. But once the heat touched them. I enjoyed it. </b><br />
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<b>Anyone who has ever became my lover. I always say to them. If they hurt my nipple in anyway. I will never let them touch it again. Pain to my nipples just turns and pisses me off. But with the fire it was calming and kind of a turn on. Figure that one out ... </b><br />
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<b>The next party Sharkie is at. I will be signing up! </b><br />
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<b>After my fire scene I went off looking for my own bottom. During the day I spoke with slave steven about our scene. I personally wasn't in the mood to beat anyone new. So we decided on going into his room and doing one Violet Wand play. Which I have never done before. But I am a huge fan now. :) </b><br />
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<b>Running his toys a long his body was so much fun. He has his nipples pierced and that became one of my main targets. I think one day I might invest in my own kit. </b><br />
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<b>That pretty much sums up the event for me. </b><br />
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<b>I met new people. Who I can't remember anyone's name. </b><br />
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<b>A lot of people said I might drop after my first major event. I didn't. Since I didn't even play and nothing about the event put me into that head space. On that note I rarely drop. The last time I did was when I topped Blue. I dropped really hard and had to fly for three days after.Which sucks so very much.</b><br />
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<b>I am looking forward to the next event in Ohio. My love is coming to this one with me. Which I am so very pumped for. It will be a fucking and flogging good time! </b><br />
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<b>Oh, and coming back home. I thought SB was going to beat this fuckwagons ass ( SB's new word .. Not mines ) in the middle of the street. SB has road rage! But it was so funny. If I wasn't laughing so hard I would have video taped it. I love that man to death. </b><br />
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<b>Almost forgot. Months ago on FET a guy I have met a couple of times asked if anyone wanted thorn canes. I jumped on this. He gave me three very tall sticks. I only kept one and cut them down to make these. Now, I need a victim. Because KP looked at me like I was crazy when I showed him. </b><br />
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