I am amazed at the number of balance of nature men who crawl into the kink community. These men remind me of so many cowboy analogies, all hat-no horse, big buckle to hide the small pecker, etc. etc. Mr. B is a recent discovery who has come from under his pompous libertarian pulpit, to stand naked in front of me. He'd like to think that he could move his small thin lips from my boots to my calf and have wet dreams about heading north to my thighs. But that is the fantasy of good boys, and Mr. B is not a good boy.
As you see Mr. B has the smallest of small wee wee's and the biggest of mouths. It's a penis wanna-be. And that where the problem with the balance of nature. It's like you can see them coming, men with with big mouths, bellies, egos, checking accounts, cars, houses etc. It's all about the balance of nature, the lack in that area that makes you a man. Ah but Mr. B may have some value. After all he has to good sense not to totally piss me off. Or think the point of this exercise is about politics...
Right Mr. B?
Monday, March 29, 2010
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
24/7 Really?
Okay so I'm not at the place that I wake up with a collared slave lapping at my pussy or toes first thing in the morning, but I am inching closer to that reality, and I can't wait. I'm living my kink life and letting it wash over me like a warm blanket and it's great.
My priority is play, my world focuses on planning the day after my first orgasm in the morning. It's a mood setter and helps me focus. Then I start with the emails, looking for my little kinklings to come out and play. Next is the planning of wardrobe, lunches with prospective play partners and then an evening of who knows what.
And why pray tell, didn't I think of this sooner. All that advance education distracted me. So I'm finally listening to my own message: make your passion your profession. And loving it.
See you in the dungeon
Serene
My priority is play, my world focuses on planning the day after my first orgasm in the morning. It's a mood setter and helps me focus. Then I start with the emails, looking for my little kinklings to come out and play. Next is the planning of wardrobe, lunches with prospective play partners and then an evening of who knows what.
And why pray tell, didn't I think of this sooner. All that advance education distracted me. So I'm finally listening to my own message: make your passion your profession. And loving it.
See you in the dungeon
Serene
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