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My boy

In 16 days, Kyle will be coming for a visit, and I’m planning to take him to a local, and very public, dungeon to show him off.  He’s never been to a dungeon, let alone played in public, and we’re both very excited at the prospect of introducing him to some very sexy new experiences. [...]

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(Continued from Folsom Fair 2009) Arron and I arrived at the Citadel with just a minute to spare, and had a moment to sit down and catch a breather (and, in my case, pull on some slightly more sensible shoes.) We were assigned sheet duty (covering all the couches, chairs and mattresses upstairs and downstairs [...]

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Folsom Fair 2009

This Sunday was Folsom Fair in San Francisco.  I packed my bags and headed over to Arron’s house, where I changed into my naughty schoolgirl outfit – sadly forgetting to take a picture of myself – while he looked through my bag of toys.  As I was pulling on my corset and boots, I heard [...]

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Silver Blade

(Continued from Awake) “Hello again.” It was that guy from the bar, the creepy guy who had stood in the back and stared at her the night before.  Susan tried to sit up, but her arms wouldn’t move and her legs felt like lead.  As her eyes slowly cleared, she could see that they were [...]

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Awake

A pinch woke Susan from her drugged sleep.  She had been dreaming of running from something dark with sharp white teeth and viciously curved claws when suddenly two fingers brought her back to the real world with the ferocity of an alligator clamp on her right breast. “Ow!” she complained, cringing from the sudden throbbing [...]

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…wherein I shamelessly complain about anything and everything and swear a lot.   Those with delicate constitutions would be advised to go check out today’s LOLCatz or something of a similarly inoffensive nature. 1)  The man who hired me 14 years ago, a wonderful, beautiful man, passed away this week after a lingering illness.  Not only [...]

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Hunger

I want to study your face as strange teeth bite and rough hands press against your defenses, forcing their way in, as you lay there, beautifully helpless, eyes wide and begging me to stop, because I know they don’t mean it.

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