It really is amazing how much one's moods can change during a wank. Chemically speaking, I've had a more stable day than usual (adequate sleep, no stomach upsets, no other weirdnesses, adequate meds, some happiness from a friend, ability to concentrate enough to write--these rarely come together), so that meant I could have a long and profound and ( Read more... )

Well, that was interesting. TMI, but I just bled for thirteen days in a row. And I think it's finally stopped (knock on wood). But, you know, holy hell. Is it acceptable to become a vampire at this point to replenish my blood supply? Any nubile maidens you could throw at me? Some nice bosoms I could sink my fangs into? 'cos I could use some right ( Read more... )

Me: Fuck yes, I managed yoga today ( Read more... )

Well, I suppose nipple clamps and a cruelly ridged anal toy--if you're still half asleep--are one way of waking yourself up ( Read more... )

The way everyone else in the theatre was watching Casablanca:


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I had a dream of Torsten Barring pouring lube into my mouth and throatfucking me until I choked so hard I woke up coughing.

But it was just the cold.

Damn it.

-Hung out with a couple of friends and one of them had apparently said: "I've got a cold and my throat's really sore. Invite Grouse over so I can just sit back and won't have to do any talking myself." (And she was right. They got what they asked for. Buckets of TMI and pervy blather. "Am I talking about gay BDSM porn again? Shit. I'm sorry." "It's ( Read more... )

-Why are fic titles so bloody hard? I swear that if they just magically fell into my lap, I'd end up posting my fics much faster. Sometimes I've had a week's delay between finishing a fic and posting it just because I haven't been able to think of a title. What the fuck am I going to call this Byzantinebatch thing? Something nature-related because ( Read more... )

I must have pelvic floor muscles made of *steel* by now. Through yoga? Nope. Just Torsten Barring. Fuck Kegel, all I need to do is to see even one frame of A Woman's Face and my bits clench so hard I nearly fall off the bed/sofa/the surface of the earth ( Read more... )

Note to self: never, ever get stuck Photoshopping when one of your elderly parents is about to visit. Even if it's just your dad dropping by for five minutes to bring in a heavy bag of kitty litter you can't lift yourself. He wanted to see what I was fiddling with in Potatochop and saw these disturbingly sexual gifs from Escape where Connie's ( Read more... )