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hi, guys. miss me?
i finally have enough space in my head to blog again. feels very very good. i'm much the same as before, though possibly a bit more sane and together. again, feels very good. The Boy (i should name him something more interesting, but he likes "The Boy." he even prefers it to "The Giant Throbbing Cock" - i don't pretend to understand) The Boy and i are very much together, which brings me to...
excitement abounds, as The Boy went shopping while i was home for winter break. we are now the proud owners of cuffs and rope and a relatively gentle flogger (not good for roommates; it has to make noise or else it feels like feathers. not that i mind feathers...)
i added a toy, too. or really my friends did, on my 19th birthday.
i was home, post-marathon-IM-conversation in which the boy told me a thing or two about how he likes me to tease and take him. i was looking for a cheap and quiet mode of punishment. since i'd had success with the collar at the local pet store, my plan was to buy one of those cat toys - the ones with the swishy plastic rod that dangles a mouse or feather or ribbon.
then i looked to my right.
some stuff from my 19th birthday (a year and a half ago, if you're keeping score) lay in a pile on a shelf next to the computer. sticking out of the mess was a birthday balloon - a little shiny metallic one, the kind that don't deflate. It was fitted to a plastic rod, like a little birthday-balloon-sceptre. So I yoinked it, tried it on my leg a few times (sting-y, quiet - perfect) and brought it back to school with me.
The Boy doesn't like it - I didn't realize how nasty the thing stings until I felt the flogger. Trouble is, I adore it. Adore adore adore.
Or is it that I love that he loves topping me now? He didn't before, and then... I don't know, the moon was in the right celestial chamber or something.
He's also beautiful all stretched out and cuffed down. In case you were wondering (and in case he's reading). I love it when he can barely get words out while we're playing. And if that means cutting off his air a little...
Next time, torture by numbers - you'll laugh and cry. I also have some technical questions, but those can wait. It's good to be back.
i finally have enough space in my head to blog again. feels very very good. i'm much the same as before, though possibly a bit more sane and together. again, feels very good. The Boy (i should name him something more interesting, but he likes "The Boy." he even prefers it to "The Giant Throbbing Cock" - i don't pretend to understand) The Boy and i are very much together, which brings me to...
excitement abounds, as The Boy went shopping while i was home for winter break. we are now the proud owners of cuffs and rope and a relatively gentle flogger (not good for roommates; it has to make noise or else it feels like feathers. not that i mind feathers...)
i added a toy, too. or really my friends did, on my 19th birthday.
i was home, post-marathon-IM-conversation in which the boy told me a thing or two about how he likes me to tease and take him. i was looking for a cheap and quiet mode of punishment. since i'd had success with the collar at the local pet store, my plan was to buy one of those cat toys - the ones with the swishy plastic rod that dangles a mouse or feather or ribbon.
then i looked to my right.
some stuff from my 19th birthday (a year and a half ago, if you're keeping score) lay in a pile on a shelf next to the computer. sticking out of the mess was a birthday balloon - a little shiny metallic one, the kind that don't deflate. It was fitted to a plastic rod, like a little birthday-balloon-sceptre. So I yoinked it, tried it on my leg a few times (sting-y, quiet - perfect) and brought it back to school with me.
The Boy doesn't like it - I didn't realize how nasty the thing stings until I felt the flogger. Trouble is, I adore it. Adore adore adore.
Or is it that I love that he loves topping me now? He didn't before, and then... I don't know, the moon was in the right celestial chamber or something.
He's also beautiful all stretched out and cuffed down. In case you were wondering (and in case he's reading). I love it when he can barely get words out while we're playing. And if that means cutting off his air a little...
Next time, torture by numbers - you'll laugh and cry. I also have some technical questions, but those can wait. It's good to be back.