My weekend in snapshots
I have nothing worthwhile to say today. I’m tired. Worn out. Sunburned to the lobster point. Quite spacey. Dehydrated a bit. Achy. Unfit company for intelligent human beings. I’ll share some pics, though This is Lake Michigan. We rode along the lake for a bit yesterday on our 5 hour bike ride. And Taylor, down on some rocks by the lake. This is my sunburnt cleavage, which is the shot you get when you hand Taylor the camera. He’s a boob man. And this is me,...
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When Babeland gave me the chance to review the Bijoux Indescrets pearl cuffs I jumped at the chance. The second I saw them a fantasy bloomed, large and dark, in the recesses of my mind. I had images of formalwear and candlelight, gourmet meals and decadent desserts. A meal served silently, these dainty pearl cuffs binding my wrists. Images of kneeling at his feet, being hand fed bits of his meal and sips of his wine – the pearl cuffs wrapping my wrists, hands helplessly still in my...
Read MoreSafety First!
I was going thru my computer, looking for a picture of the dogs, when I came across this picture of Taylor giving me a hit off my inhaler as I”m being tied up. (It’s grainy as hell cuz the light was so low but I had to share) And I was like… SEE???? We play safe! That’s all. You can go back to your regularly scheduled stuff now....
Read MoreTo tie… or not
Much as I complain and bitch about some of the people over there I have to admit I really like FetLife. Not so much because I’m making bestest friends or learning a whole lot of new stuff – though I have gotten to talk to some really cool people and readers from here who have never commented and I do learn things, mostly about myself – but because it’s a constant source of inspiration for me. Even when I don’t join in a thread I read a lot of them and they make...
Read MoreRapunzel
**an old post from one of my other sites – my storytelling site – because I’m going to close the site and don’t want to lose the post** She sat down at the computer, simultaneously twisting her hair into a tousled bun and tucking a leg up onto the seat of her chair, curling up as usual. The feel of the strands in her fingers started the thoughts… Thoughts about hair… Her hair had run the gamut in the past twenty years. It had been shorter than most boys...
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