Sunday, December 30, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
6 Things I Owe You
In brief:
1) I still owe you info on Nuit Demonia. Basically nothing amazing came of it except I had a fun time with Sarah and Wilfried. And got to see some amazing costumes. And get hit on by a man in a wig and heels, a guy who grabbed me, and a boy in leather pants who thought rough fucking would melt me.
2) Is 23 too young? Well, he plays pool better than I do. And he's got a rough manner from being in hockey in Canada. Yes, there's a bit of a cock-staying-hard issue. But twice is okay. More.. We'll see.
3) Julien has drifted out of the picture. I think he's got issues with his ex and finding a place for the interim and he just wasn't doing it for me.
4) I just got home from 3 hours at a hamman bath house. Water, steam, sauna, naked people, and sex. I've got my period so there was no sex-sex, but there was oral. Oh, Paris you'll make me a dirty dirty slut. ... or is she just bringing more of it out?
5) I'm going to Madrid from the 22-26. My ex-neighbor man the Scot lives there now. We'll see how 4 days go. I haven't been to Madrid since 1998. I'm psyched to say the least. I hope we don't get on each others' nerves which is completely a possibility since we really really don't know each other.
6) My bottom is lonely.
So, darlings, seasons happiness and joyful tidings and all that hoopla. It's only 20F but there's no snow here which makes me a very happy puppy. I'm not pregnant - that's always great news. I'm exploring and being courageous. I have 4 big papers I have write due in January (one is on the comparison of prostitution policies in Sweden, Netherlands, and Australia - such a dirty mind). I am overly lucky and very content.
xoxoxo
PS. I posted the outfit I wore to Nuit Demonia and a round of new birdie panties on the flickr. If you don't have access, email me.
1) I still owe you info on Nuit Demonia. Basically nothing amazing came of it except I had a fun time with Sarah and Wilfried. And got to see some amazing costumes. And get hit on by a man in a wig and heels, a guy who grabbed me, and a boy in leather pants who thought rough fucking would melt me.
2) Is 23 too young? Well, he plays pool better than I do. And he's got a rough manner from being in hockey in Canada. Yes, there's a bit of a cock-staying-hard issue. But twice is okay. More.. We'll see.
3) Julien has drifted out of the picture. I think he's got issues with his ex and finding a place for the interim and he just wasn't doing it for me.
4) I just got home from 3 hours at a hamman bath house. Water, steam, sauna, naked people, and sex. I've got my period so there was no sex-sex, but there was oral. Oh, Paris you'll make me a dirty dirty slut. ... or is she just bringing more of it out?
5) I'm going to Madrid from the 22-26. My ex-neighbor man the Scot lives there now. We'll see how 4 days go. I haven't been to Madrid since 1998. I'm psyched to say the least. I hope we don't get on each others' nerves which is completely a possibility since we really really don't know each other.
6) My bottom is lonely.
So, darlings, seasons happiness and joyful tidings and all that hoopla. It's only 20F but there's no snow here which makes me a very happy puppy. I'm not pregnant - that's always great news. I'm exploring and being courageous. I have 4 big papers I have write due in January (one is on the comparison of prostitution policies in Sweden, Netherlands, and Australia - such a dirty mind). I am overly lucky and very content.
xoxoxo
PS. I posted the outfit I wore to Nuit Demonia and a round of new birdie panties on the flickr. If you don't have access, email me.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Help! I'm trapped in a dungeon!
Ok, no, I'm not.
I'm just busy. Like, when you work M-F 9-5 you have all this extra time to fraternize, masturbate, converse, ponder, eat, drink, be merry, take photos, make life. When you're in school, classes go until 8:30pm and happen on Saturday from 10am-12pm (which means you have to get up at 8am to get there on time) and then your group from another class wants to meet to go over the project and then you finally leave, cutting them all off, at 5pm. Your free time on Monday is spent running through stores to stock up on food, drink, clothes (damn it - never wash the white bras with a new, black skirt on accident), and Xmas for the family.
With Paris as the lovely back-drop.
Nuit Demonia was great! Sarah and I had dinner and lots of wine. Wilfried came to the apartment. We finished getting dressed and they loaned me a collar so I wouldnt' look like a dominatrix. We walked and talked to a lot of people.
My list of hit-ons:
1- cross-dresser guy with a collar who asked if I was interested in submitting right there,
2- a guy with a bit of a beard and V-neck who asked me where my power? interest? desire? was and grabbed my tit and ass and coochie (through a rubber skirt - not so feasible),
3- a straight-laced guy who said his dominance was in grabbing women's hair from behind while he fucked them (boring),
4- a hot German couple who let me suck her lusciously round and full tits
5- the spanko who didn't really hit on me at all but was sweetly shy
It was a bit of a let-down but I was prepared for that. After all, it was the biggest Paris bash with about 2,000 there. Mostly I saw men as subs (in full-mask dog outfits even) or as cross-dressers or as trannys. And women as starlet models, dommes, flappers in rubber and feathers (Japanese girls). It was the everyone party. I wasn't terribly set on finding anyone but was a bit hopeful. We didn't stay all night - thank goodness because, again, I have horrible priorities called school. Sarah and Wilfried crashed on my futon (I got a new single bed!). Got up the next day and went to class at 10am.
There will be photos I promise and there will be more details. It was a fucking great night to hang out with S&W and to meet so many people and have Sarah write "submissive bitch" on my chest and "slut" on my back and have attention paid to me for that. It was great to see so many subversives and my jealousy seeped out in waterfalls. My time will come, I know this. For now, I have other concerns to prepare myself, but I'm keeping an eye out.
I'm just busy. Like, when you work M-F 9-5 you have all this extra time to fraternize, masturbate, converse, ponder, eat, drink, be merry, take photos, make life. When you're in school, classes go until 8:30pm and happen on Saturday from 10am-12pm (which means you have to get up at 8am to get there on time) and then your group from another class wants to meet to go over the project and then you finally leave, cutting them all off, at 5pm. Your free time on Monday is spent running through stores to stock up on food, drink, clothes (damn it - never wash the white bras with a new, black skirt on accident), and Xmas for the family.
With Paris as the lovely back-drop.
Nuit Demonia was great! Sarah and I had dinner and lots of wine. Wilfried came to the apartment. We finished getting dressed and they loaned me a collar so I wouldnt' look like a dominatrix. We walked and talked to a lot of people.
My list of hit-ons:
1- cross-dresser guy with a collar who asked if I was interested in submitting right there,
2- a guy with a bit of a beard and V-neck who asked me where my power? interest? desire? was and grabbed my tit and ass and coochie (through a rubber skirt - not so feasible),
3- a straight-laced guy who said his dominance was in grabbing women's hair from behind while he fucked them (boring),
4- a hot German couple who let me suck her lusciously round and full tits
5- the spanko who didn't really hit on me at all but was sweetly shy
It was a bit of a let-down but I was prepared for that. After all, it was the biggest Paris bash with about 2,000 there. Mostly I saw men as subs (in full-mask dog outfits even) or as cross-dressers or as trannys. And women as starlet models, dommes, flappers in rubber and feathers (Japanese girls). It was the everyone party. I wasn't terribly set on finding anyone but was a bit hopeful. We didn't stay all night - thank goodness because, again, I have horrible priorities called school. Sarah and Wilfried crashed on my futon (I got a new single bed!). Got up the next day and went to class at 10am.
There will be photos I promise and there will be more details. It was a fucking great night to hang out with S&W and to meet so many people and have Sarah write "submissive bitch" on my chest and "slut" on my back and have attention paid to me for that. It was great to see so many subversives and my jealousy seeped out in waterfalls. My time will come, I know this. For now, I have other concerns to prepare myself, but I'm keeping an eye out.
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