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My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
OK, they LIE.
I so don't have an R-rated life. My life is school and sitting on my arse in front of this machine, watching you wankers. (Hee, how's my Britspeak?).
OK, MAYBE that whole thing with Carl in the supply closet counts, but honestly, that wasn't more than PG-13, for heavy snoggage and hands inside of clothes.
I just made that up. No Carl. No suppy closet. No (sadly) snoggage or hands inside of clothes. Dang it, I'm gonna go find some heavy-duty slash and forget my sad little life. *sigh*
ETA: Last night I did have a long discussion about bloodplay and trust and getting off on pain and such stuff with some guy on Y!M calling himself naughty_slave_604. He tells me he's 21 and frankly, he's kind of a bonehead. He really thought I would've been kidding, if I took him up on his offer to be MY slave. &^*%^*& untrained pet-wannabees.
ETA 2: Calm down, Mum. I WAS kidding.