Oh the dichotomy!
I sometimes love the fucked up dichotomy of my life sometimes. Here is a perfect example.
The weekend was spent at IML in Chicago. Spent the entire weekend in multiple outfits of leather, perusing the boys, cruising, sexing, flirting etc. Loads of fun and just a wonderful pleasurable trip.
So there I was in the lobby, boy at my feet taking good care of my boots (hey they needed a good tongue cleaning, who was I to say no) and another boy in front of me. I was pounding the living crap out of his chest, and making good and sure his nipples would be nice and sore. A little while later I had him on the floor with my boot firmly implanted on his chest. HOT HOT HOT! All whilst smoking a cigar. Just heaven. The bruises and the perfect boot outline on his chest the next day were perfect testimony to my work. He had a blast and wanted more the next day. I just tied him up and took advantage of the other end if you know what I mean……
A few days later, I find myself in San Jose at the Madge concert.
So there I am perfect seats with the hubby and two perfect friends, screaming like the girls we all are, dancing like we had never danced before and just having an utter blast. The experience could not be as far removed from 3 nights earlier if it tried.
Madge - well the show was absolutely amazing. The sound perfect and lovely and loud. As my father would say, the only way to do it right is to make sure the sound rattles your testicles. It certainly did! I think the highlight of the evening were the visuals. Just stunning videography, amazing use of a see-through video screen. Just HOT HOT HOT!
And there you have it my wonderful dichotic life captured in 3 days. Just utterly perfect.
A very bouncy set of hugs
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The weekend was spent at IML in Chicago. Spent the entire weekend in multiple outfits of leather, perusing the boys, cruising, sexing, flirting etc. Loads of fun and just a wonderful pleasurable trip.
So there I was in the lobby, boy at my feet taking good care of my boots (hey they needed a good tongue cleaning, who was I to say no) and another boy in front of me. I was pounding the living crap out of his chest, and making good and sure his nipples would be nice and sore. A little while later I had him on the floor with my boot firmly implanted on his chest. HOT HOT HOT! All whilst smoking a cigar. Just heaven. The bruises and the perfect boot outline on his chest the next day were perfect testimony to my work. He had a blast and wanted more the next day. I just tied him up and took advantage of the other end if you know what I mean……
A few days later, I find myself in San Jose at the Madge concert.
So there I am perfect seats with the hubby and two perfect friends, screaming like the girls we all are, dancing like we had never danced before and just having an utter blast. The experience could not be as far removed from 3 nights earlier if it tried.
Madge - well the show was absolutely amazing. The sound perfect and lovely and loud. As my father would say, the only way to do it right is to make sure the sound rattles your testicles. It certainly did! I think the highlight of the evening were the visuals. Just stunning videography, amazing use of a see-through video screen. Just HOT HOT HOT!
And there you have it my wonderful dichotic life captured in 3 days. Just utterly perfect.
A very bouncy set of hugs
XX