So yeah, it’s “your body”. But are you sending a different message?
Ok I get: You didn’t want to be humped in a bar. The guy had the impression it was ok to hump you in a bar. You feel the need to bitch about it. I understand all of the above. What I don’t get: How it went from dancing to humping. What gave him the impression that you’d be ok with being humped in a bar, or “penetrated”. Bitching about it the next day instead of doing something proactively about it right then and there. Here are my thoughts. The average guy,...
Read MoreFrenzy – and not the hot kind
Holy crap. It’s been a strangely busy couple of days for me. I feel like I’ve been moving non-stop! The reality is more like my brain has been moving non-stop. Between the insurance snafu that I had to spend an hour on the phone dealing with this morning and the shopping yesterday and the uploading clips — which takes, between editing and upload time on the sites, HOURS — and miscellaneous other computer work type stuff I’ve had to do, I’m just wore...
Read MoreBoy, that girl sure can babble
So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal. Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee. Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out. Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them. And back to no sex on the living room floor whenever we want. It’s not all bad, though. I missed that damned kid! He walked in the door and I swear he looked taller. And now it’s also back to me NOT having to do...
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 MoreProtected: Change
It feels like years since I’ve felt the emotions this little picture brings to my mind. It hasn’t been, I’m sure. My mind exaggerates and forgets. But I certainly don’t feel them often enough. I can lay much of the blame for that at His feet. I do, in fact, lay much of it there. It’s his job to keep things running properly around here and, as an imperfect beast, he often fails. And yet much of the blame resides within myself, too. I give advice – good advice...
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