No, nothing kinky here, sorry.
Yes, it's been a long time since my last post.
No, nothing kinky occurred in the interim.
Yes, that's a long time without kink.
No, I'm not having a pout.
Yes, we are still happy and our dynamic is in place and there's been tons of great sex.
No, He's not having a pout either (see the "tons of great sex"mentioned above).
Yes, there is sexy-freaky-kinky time on the horizon.
No, not this weekend, but the next.
Yes, we will, for the first time in a loooooooong time, have the house to ourselves, and He's already mentioned something about being tied up.
No, He won't be the one tied up, that will be me.
Yes, I will write about it after it happens.
No, I don't have anything more to say. For now.
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Saturday, November 30, 2013
What Were We Thankful For?
As I noted in my last post, it's difficult to maintain a kink blog when there's no kink. And kink's been in short supply around here for the past few months. Sometimes that happens. Life sweeps everyone up in work, busy schedules, family, and other stuff (like a menstrual cycle that arrives promptly once a month and stays for seven days....grrrr. I'm glad Ma Nature shows up, don't get me wrong, but I wish she would shorten her visit by a few days).
Anyway, we usually travel to visit family for Thanksgiving, but due to conflicting work schedules, our travel plans were cancelled. For the first time in a long while, we spent Turkey Day at home, just the three of us, Master, me, and our college student.
However, the college student had to work during the day. That meant Master and I had some long overdue, uninterrupted time alone.
Time for kinky stuff. Early Thursday morning I mentioned something about getting my butt beat. He responded that He was interested in beating something else: my pussy. That was fine with me, as that's my favorite kink of them all.
When we found ourselves alone in the afternoon, He tied me to the bed, spread-eagle. I was nervous, excited, exposed, and did I mention nervous? It had been a long time since I'd received any pain, especially down there, and I wasn't sure how I would do.
Once He was satisfied I wasn't going anywhere (read: nice tight rope work), He got down to business. Now remember, this is the Man who does not know the meaning of the term "warm-up." So it makes sense that since my butt never gets one of those elusive creatures, neither does my pussy.
He smacked my poor, tender, freshly shaven skin using a variety of instruments. I couldn't see exactly what He was using to torment me, but they all hurt. I felt the edge of every single one of them, and I was positive at one point that my pussy lips were cut to bits. (They weren't, but sometimes we 's-types' tend to over-dramatize the moment).
Occasionally He would take a break, caress the skin, slip a finger or two inside to see how embarrassingly wet I was, then tell me, "I think you like this."
Sadist.
It hurt, but it was so very, very, very arousing. And when He held my lips apart to smack my clit? I died and went to heaven.
Finished with the beating portion of our play time, He brought out the Hitachi wand. Ever wonder what the Hitachi wand feels like on freshly spanked pussy lips? It felt like a belt sander. A. Belt. Sander.
I've never felt pain from the Hitachi---it always feels good. Not this time. I tried to wait it out, see if the sensation changed, but it didn't. So I told Him that it was painful, and not in a good way. Being the good Master that He is, He went and grabbed some lube. He rubbed it around my pussy, then reapplied the Hitachi, on low.
The lube took away the belt-sander sensation, and it didn't take me long to cum after that. I was a happy, floaty slave girl, more than ready to suck His cock and return the orgasmic favor.
So what were we thankful for on Thursday? The return of kink, naturally.
Anyway, we usually travel to visit family for Thanksgiving, but due to conflicting work schedules, our travel plans were cancelled. For the first time in a long while, we spent Turkey Day at home, just the three of us, Master, me, and our college student.
However, the college student had to work during the day. That meant Master and I had some long overdue, uninterrupted time alone.
Time for kinky stuff. Early Thursday morning I mentioned something about getting my butt beat. He responded that He was interested in beating something else: my pussy. That was fine with me, as that's my favorite kink of them all.
When we found ourselves alone in the afternoon, He tied me to the bed, spread-eagle. I was nervous, excited, exposed, and did I mention nervous? It had been a long time since I'd received any pain, especially down there, and I wasn't sure how I would do.
Once He was satisfied I wasn't going anywhere (read: nice tight rope work), He got down to business. Now remember, this is the Man who does not know the meaning of the term "warm-up." So it makes sense that since my butt never gets one of those elusive creatures, neither does my pussy.
He smacked my poor, tender, freshly shaven skin using a variety of instruments. I couldn't see exactly what He was using to torment me, but they all hurt. I felt the edge of every single one of them, and I was positive at one point that my pussy lips were cut to bits. (They weren't, but sometimes we 's-types' tend to over-dramatize the moment).
Occasionally He would take a break, caress the skin, slip a finger or two inside to see how embarrassingly wet I was, then tell me, "I think you like this."
Sadist.
It hurt, but it was so very, very, very arousing. And when He held my lips apart to smack my clit? I died and went to heaven.
Finished with the beating portion of our play time, He brought out the Hitachi wand. Ever wonder what the Hitachi wand feels like on freshly spanked pussy lips? It felt like a belt sander. A. Belt. Sander.
I've never felt pain from the Hitachi---it always feels good. Not this time. I tried to wait it out, see if the sensation changed, but it didn't. So I told Him that it was painful, and not in a good way. Being the good Master that He is, He went and grabbed some lube. He rubbed it around my pussy, then reapplied the Hitachi, on low.
The lube took away the belt-sander sensation, and it didn't take me long to cum after that. I was a happy, floaty slave girl, more than ready to suck His cock and return the orgasmic favor.
So what were we thankful for on Thursday? The return of kink, naturally.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
X Marks the Spot...
This is my 100th post, and no, it will not be monumental or extraordinary. Like the other 99 that came before it, it will just be another post.
So, let's see...in January I made a concerted effort to blog more frequently, and I was successful. Then January ended, and so did the success: blogging ground to a halt.
Maybe January was just too cold for my writing muse, so she packed a bag and headed to Miami or someplace warm. I don't blame her; I'm over this winter and cold weather. Spring can come along any day now. Tomorrow would be good for me.
As for He and I, we are doing just fine, and lately the sex has been amazing. Seriously amazing, even when it is of the vanilla variety, it's amazing.
There has been some kinky sex, too. Two days ago He bent me over the end of the bed and secured my hands to the headboard using a long length of purple rope. He then proceeded to rake His fingernails across my back, diagonally,so that the red marks left behind formed an 'X'.
When it was over, He told me the scratching had gone on for ten minutes (yes, He watched the clock). I was surprised; ten minutes seems so long, but in the moment, time seemed to fly by quickly. Perhaps that's because I enjoy that activity so much. The pain is much different from a caning or a paddling. It's deep, it burns, it hurts, and I just float away on it.
Anyway, that's where we are, here at the end of February. Let's hope my muse returns for March.
So, let's see...in January I made a concerted effort to blog more frequently, and I was successful. Then January ended, and so did the success: blogging ground to a halt.
Maybe January was just too cold for my writing muse, so she packed a bag and headed to Miami or someplace warm. I don't blame her; I'm over this winter and cold weather. Spring can come along any day now. Tomorrow would be good for me.
As for He and I, we are doing just fine, and lately the sex has been amazing. Seriously amazing, even when it is of the vanilla variety, it's amazing.
There has been some kinky sex, too. Two days ago He bent me over the end of the bed and secured my hands to the headboard using a long length of purple rope. He then proceeded to rake His fingernails across my back, diagonally,so that the red marks left behind formed an 'X'.
When it was over, He told me the scratching had gone on for ten minutes (yes, He watched the clock). I was surprised; ten minutes seems so long, but in the moment, time seemed to fly by quickly. Perhaps that's because I enjoy that activity so much. The pain is much different from a caning or a paddling. It's deep, it burns, it hurts, and I just float away on it.
Anyway, that's where we are, here at the end of February. Let's hope my muse returns for March.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Must. Not. Hit. Delete...
I feel I should write something here...I've started a few times, then stopped and hit the delete button. This time, however, I will exercise some "delete button" willpower and see this thing through.
First of all, we are fine. There just hasn't been a whole lotta kink going on around here. No real reason other than life, stuff happening, not enough hours in the day, etc. He gave me a beating the other day, but as I haven't been feeling all that great, He held back. He told me He wasn't sure how much I could take. I wasn't sure either, and I was glad He didn't open up a big ol' can of whoop-ass on my sorry behind. What He gave was just right, and the sex was pretty good, too.
That's about it for kink. We have several new toys we haven't played with yet, and probably won't any time in the near future, thanks to Mother Nature's monthly visit, which is scheduled for next week.
Whew! I made it to the end without deleting my text. Maybe when He reads this, I will get a gold star. Or an orgasm. Or both. Why not?
Edit to add: He has not slapped me since that last post on slapping. Either it's a trick and He's playing some Jedi-mind game, or I am really good at reverse psychology. Don't ask me to explain that. Let's just say that I win. It won't last, but for a few moments, Victory will be mine.
First of all, we are fine. There just hasn't been a whole lotta kink going on around here. No real reason other than life, stuff happening, not enough hours in the day, etc. He gave me a beating the other day, but as I haven't been feeling all that great, He held back. He told me He wasn't sure how much I could take. I wasn't sure either, and I was glad He didn't open up a big ol' can of whoop-ass on my sorry behind. What He gave was just right, and the sex was pretty good, too.
That's about it for kink. We have several new toys we haven't played with yet, and probably won't any time in the near future, thanks to Mother Nature's monthly visit, which is scheduled for next week.
Whew! I made it to the end without deleting my text. Maybe when He reads this, I will get a gold star. Or an orgasm. Or both. Why not?
Edit to add: He has not slapped me since that last post on slapping. Either it's a trick and He's playing some Jedi-mind game, or I am really good at reverse psychology. Don't ask me to explain that. Let's just say that I win. It won't last, but for a few moments, Victory will be mine.
Friday, July 13, 2012
About Last Night...
Yes, last night saw the return of kink. All I needed to do was blog that it was missing, and lo and behold, it was found. Amazing how that works.
But before I continue, I want to thank Ara for giving me The One Lovely Blog Award. She is too sweet and kind, and I appreciate her thinking of my little blog. There are some responsibilities that come with the award, and I will attend to those in tomorrow's post. Master has already deemed that the topic of today's post is what happened last night, so tomorrow I will blog about the award.
So, back to last night....
He dressed me up in my purple leather wrist and ankle cuffs, grabbed some rope, and tied me spread-eagle to the bed.
Then He spent a little time hurting me. He employed the leather flogger, used His hands, bit hard with His teeth on sensitive places. Me? I just sank down into the pain, floated along with it, cried out when it seemed too much, and got really, really turned on.
(Except for the moments when He would touch my feet. I cannot stand that. He knows it, which is why He does it. Sadists...always doing the one thing you just can't handle).
Eventually, all good pain must come to an end, as it was time to get down to the business of fucking. Which we did.
This time was different, though, as we used a new toy we recently acquired: a vibrating cock ring. This is no cheap novelty item. It's made of black silicone, is rechargable, and the vibrating portion is quite large, so it covers a large area of my anatomy when He presses against me. The vibrations are fairly strong...it feels really good.
He fucked me for a long time, slowly working me towards an orgasm, teasing my clit with the vibrating portion of the ring. It was heaven, and finally, with one big thrust, His cock deep inside of me, He pressed hard against me, and I came. A huge orgasm washed over me...and He kept on fucking.
You ladies know how sensitive your pussy gets when it's in that post-orgasm state, that place where pleasure can tip over into discomfort if there is prolonged stimulation....well, He just LOVES that place. He loves to take me from ecstasy into agony; I think it's a control thing, but don't tell Him I said so.
He kept fucking me, with the vibrating cock ring still buzzing against me, until I basically just could not take it any more. Satisfied with His evil ways, He rolled over and let me suck His cock. Which I did, and I did well.
When it was all over, everyone was satisfied. The Sadist got His fill, the masochist got her fill, and it was all good.
But before I continue, I want to thank Ara for giving me The One Lovely Blog Award. She is too sweet and kind, and I appreciate her thinking of my little blog. There are some responsibilities that come with the award, and I will attend to those in tomorrow's post. Master has already deemed that the topic of today's post is what happened last night, so tomorrow I will blog about the award.
So, back to last night....
He dressed me up in my purple leather wrist and ankle cuffs, grabbed some rope, and tied me spread-eagle to the bed.
Then He spent a little time hurting me. He employed the leather flogger, used His hands, bit hard with His teeth on sensitive places. Me? I just sank down into the pain, floated along with it, cried out when it seemed too much, and got really, really turned on.
(Except for the moments when He would touch my feet. I cannot stand that. He knows it, which is why He does it. Sadists...always doing the one thing you just can't handle).
Eventually, all good pain must come to an end, as it was time to get down to the business of fucking. Which we did.
This time was different, though, as we used a new toy we recently acquired: a vibrating cock ring. This is no cheap novelty item. It's made of black silicone, is rechargable, and the vibrating portion is quite large, so it covers a large area of my anatomy when He presses against me. The vibrations are fairly strong...it feels really good.
He fucked me for a long time, slowly working me towards an orgasm, teasing my clit with the vibrating portion of the ring. It was heaven, and finally, with one big thrust, His cock deep inside of me, He pressed hard against me, and I came. A huge orgasm washed over me...and He kept on fucking.
You ladies know how sensitive your pussy gets when it's in that post-orgasm state, that place where pleasure can tip over into discomfort if there is prolonged stimulation....well, He just LOVES that place. He loves to take me from ecstasy into agony; I think it's a control thing, but don't tell Him I said so.
He kept fucking me, with the vibrating cock ring still buzzing against me, until I basically just could not take it any more. Satisfied with His evil ways, He rolled over and let me suck His cock. Which I did, and I did well.
When it was all over, everyone was satisfied. The Sadist got His fill, the masochist got her fill, and it was all good.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Be Careful What You Search For...
Figured I should check-in here, dust things off, tidy up a bit, give you a report on what's been going on...
Except I don't have much to report.
We've been busy, it's been H.O.T., we suffered through a major power outage, which was followed by an internet outage after the power was restored, I had my period which lasted EIGHT (8) days (sorry for the TMI, but periods happen, people)...
Lots of crappy life-type stuff happening.
Not much kink-type stuff happening.
Maybe we can find some time soon. Like this evening, when we will be alone for a while. Or tomorrow. Or the next day.
Oh, side note: to the person who visited here, after searching for "bound by his balls," I apologize for not meeting your search terms. Truthfully, I think it's Google who should be apologizing; matching my blog to your search terms is a bit of a stretch, no pun intended.
Except I don't have much to report.
We've been busy, it's been H.O.T., we suffered through a major power outage, which was followed by an internet outage after the power was restored, I had my period which lasted EIGHT (8) days (sorry for the TMI, but periods happen, people)...
Lots of crappy life-type stuff happening.
Not much kink-type stuff happening.
Maybe we can find some time soon. Like this evening, when we will be alone for a while. Or tomorrow. Or the next day.
Oh, side note: to the person who visited here, after searching for "bound by his balls," I apologize for not meeting your search terms. Truthfully, I think it's Google who should be apologizing; matching my blog to your search terms is a bit of a stretch, no pun intended.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Dinner was delicious
It really was. The other day I read danae's recipe for Rice and Sausage Casserole over at Domestic Servitude, and it sounded good. I showed it to Master, who agreed. So, having been given the green light to try it out, I made sure we had all the ingredients, which we did, and I made it for dinner tonight.
It was so good, we all had seconds, and Master declared this dish to be a "keeper." So if you are looking for something to cook for dinner, I recommend trying this casserole.
In other news, all is still quiet on the kinky front here. It should be noted, however, that blowjobs-on-demand continue without interruption. Master just simply takes me in our bedroom, closes the door, and we go about it in a very, very quiet fashion. He doesn't help the "quiet" factor when He shoves my head down on His shaft when He cums. Do you have any idea how hard it is to gag quietly??? It's practically impossible, but I'm getting better at it. I'll say it before He does: "Practice makes perfect."
It was so good, we all had seconds, and Master declared this dish to be a "keeper." So if you are looking for something to cook for dinner, I recommend trying this casserole.
In other news, all is still quiet on the kinky front here. It should be noted, however, that blowjobs-on-demand continue without interruption. Master just simply takes me in our bedroom, closes the door, and we go about it in a very, very quiet fashion. He doesn't help the "quiet" factor when He shoves my head down on His shaft when He cums. Do you have any idea how hard it is to gag quietly??? It's practically impossible, but I'm getting better at it. I'll say it before He does: "Practice makes perfect."
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Home Alone, Part 2
After a good night's sleep and a few cups of good coffee, I am ready to tackle this post. Here goes...
Yesterday, before He left to drive the college student home, He gave me an order: "Shave while I'm gone." No need to repeat that order--I was in the shower as soon as His vehicle left the driveway.
After He returned about two hours later, thanks to last minute errands and holiday traffic, He went into the bedroom and made some preparations. Eventually He called me in there, where I found Him next to the bed, white rope in hand. He bound my hands together in front of me and secured them to the top canopy bar of our bed. This is our bed...I figured it might help to have a visual.
Next, He put the blindfold in place and spun me around so I faced Him. Then he ran rope around the top of my thighs and back up through, and around, and by the time He tied the loose ends of that length of rope to the top of the canopy bar, I had no clue what was going on--this was all new.
Oh, while He was busy with the rope, He did manage to tweak my nipples rather hard in the process. Such an excellent multi-tasker.
So, ropes were in place, I couldn't see a thing and had no idea what was happening...then I felt Him back between my thighs, and something cool pressed up against my pussy lips. Then I knew--it was the Hitachi Wand. All of His rope work was to construct a little harness for the wand, and it worked quite nicely. He turned it on, then turned His attentions back to my nipples.
The pleasure of the wand combined with the pain of pinching my nipples was devine. He pulled me close to Him while He hurt me, kissing me deeply, His hands roaming over my body and returning to my breasts to pinch and pull some more. More deep kisses came, and He used one hand to pinch my nose...just a little bit of breath play, but so exciting.
And it was exciting, for both of us. This went on for a while, until He needed more direct contact. So He untied the Hitachi from between my legs, then untied me from the bed, but kept my hands bound together. Once I was free, He flipped me around and bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me from behind, hard. The kind of hard fucking where it feels like your inner lady-parts are being tossed around--I like that kind of fucking. It makes me feel used and abused.
Just when it was feeling really ouchie, He stopped and ordered me onto the bed. Hands still bound, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. He pushed my legs up and fucked me again, more innard-churning hard fucking. After a few minutes of this, He again stopped. He moved away from me and down the bed, until His face was between my legs. He put His mouth on me and it was heaven. He licked and teased and licked and teased until I came hard.
Next He moved back on top of me to fuck me some more. I don't know about you, but my pussy is super sensitive after I have an orgasm, and when He fucks me after I cum, it is a really intense sensation. I think that 's why He likes it so much; He knows He's putting me into sensory overload.
He didn't come inside me though. He stopped, cock still inside me and asked, "Are you ready to suck my dick?" A little breathless and sorta seeing stars, I managed to squeek out "yes Master." He moved onto His back, and I moved into position to take Him into my mouth. I like sucking His cock--I love to hear Him moan in pleasure while I do it. Needless to say, I tried my very hardest to please Him, rubbing and holding His balls while I worked my lips and tongue up and down His shaft.
When He came, He was indeed very pleased. He also made a point of telling me that He left me unmarked, and that He did that for a reason. No further elaboration came on that subject, so I assume it has to do with our trip to the BDSM store. He hinted that He wants a new impact toy, so it makes sense that He wants pristine, unmarked skin on which to test it.
So there you have our first afternoon alone. It was a very enjoyable start to our Christmas vacation.
Yesterday, before He left to drive the college student home, He gave me an order: "Shave while I'm gone." No need to repeat that order--I was in the shower as soon as His vehicle left the driveway.
After He returned about two hours later, thanks to last minute errands and holiday traffic, He went into the bedroom and made some preparations. Eventually He called me in there, where I found Him next to the bed, white rope in hand. He bound my hands together in front of me and secured them to the top canopy bar of our bed. This is our bed...I figured it might help to have a visual.
Next, He put the blindfold in place and spun me around so I faced Him. Then he ran rope around the top of my thighs and back up through, and around, and by the time He tied the loose ends of that length of rope to the top of the canopy bar, I had no clue what was going on--this was all new.
Oh, while He was busy with the rope, He did manage to tweak my nipples rather hard in the process. Such an excellent multi-tasker.
So, ropes were in place, I couldn't see a thing and had no idea what was happening...then I felt Him back between my thighs, and something cool pressed up against my pussy lips. Then I knew--it was the Hitachi Wand. All of His rope work was to construct a little harness for the wand, and it worked quite nicely. He turned it on, then turned His attentions back to my nipples.
The pleasure of the wand combined with the pain of pinching my nipples was devine. He pulled me close to Him while He hurt me, kissing me deeply, His hands roaming over my body and returning to my breasts to pinch and pull some more. More deep kisses came, and He used one hand to pinch my nose...just a little bit of breath play, but so exciting.
And it was exciting, for both of us. This went on for a while, until He needed more direct contact. So He untied the Hitachi from between my legs, then untied me from the bed, but kept my hands bound together. Once I was free, He flipped me around and bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me from behind, hard. The kind of hard fucking where it feels like your inner lady-parts are being tossed around--I like that kind of fucking. It makes me feel used and abused.
Just when it was feeling really ouchie, He stopped and ordered me onto the bed. Hands still bound, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. He pushed my legs up and fucked me again, more innard-churning hard fucking. After a few minutes of this, He again stopped. He moved away from me and down the bed, until His face was between my legs. He put His mouth on me and it was heaven. He licked and teased and licked and teased until I came hard.
Next He moved back on top of me to fuck me some more. I don't know about you, but my pussy is super sensitive after I have an orgasm, and when He fucks me after I cum, it is a really intense sensation. I think that 's why He likes it so much; He knows He's putting me into sensory overload.
He didn't come inside me though. He stopped, cock still inside me and asked, "Are you ready to suck my dick?" A little breathless and sorta seeing stars, I managed to squeek out "yes Master." He moved onto His back, and I moved into position to take Him into my mouth. I like sucking His cock--I love to hear Him moan in pleasure while I do it. Needless to say, I tried my very hardest to please Him, rubbing and holding His balls while I worked my lips and tongue up and down His shaft.
When He came, He was indeed very pleased. He also made a point of telling me that He left me unmarked, and that He did that for a reason. No further elaboration came on that subject, so I assume it has to do with our trip to the BDSM store. He hinted that He wants a new impact toy, so it makes sense that He wants pristine, unmarked skin on which to test it.
So there you have our first afternoon alone. It was a very enjoyable start to our Christmas vacation.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The best laid plans...
As I have stated before, we have five children between us. Three of the five are of adult-stature; one is in the work force, one is a special needs adult and attends a transitional program, one is in college, and two are in high school. Until recently, He and I were empty-nesters; none of our children lived with us. However, in August, the college student was suddenly without housing, due to an unforeseen on-campus housing shortage. The University, short on dorms, determined this child lived too close to campus to qualify for housing. Since we live close to the college, and we have an empty spare bedroom, the child moved in with us.
We love having our college student here. I want to state that up front. It has created a change in our lives, especially in regard to any kinky activities, but we wouldn't change anything. We have always told our children that the door to our home is always open to them, and we mean that. Kids come before kink, that goes without saying.
However...tonight the college student had plans. Plans that involved spending the night someplace else. This meant a night alone for us, something that hasn't happened in quite a while. Accordingly, we made a few plans, and we were looking forward to some "us" time.
Until about 7pm, when the college student called and said the plans had changed. No more sleeping away from home, they would be here soon.
Sigh. It would be less than honest to say we weren't disappointed. We were. Our plans have been put on hold, for a little while at least. See, the college student is going to Grandma's house in a week, and will stay there for ten days over Christmas. And while the college student is away, the Sadist and the masochist will play. Mmm-hmm, play we will.
We love having our college student here. I want to state that up front. It has created a change in our lives, especially in regard to any kinky activities, but we wouldn't change anything. We have always told our children that the door to our home is always open to them, and we mean that. Kids come before kink, that goes without saying.
However...tonight the college student had plans. Plans that involved spending the night someplace else. This meant a night alone for us, something that hasn't happened in quite a while. Accordingly, we made a few plans, and we were looking forward to some "us" time.
Until about 7pm, when the college student called and said the plans had changed. No more sleeping away from home, they would be here soon.
Sigh. It would be less than honest to say we weren't disappointed. We were. Our plans have been put on hold, for a little while at least. See, the college student is going to Grandma's house in a week, and will stay there for ten days over Christmas. And while the college student is away, the Sadist and the masochist will play. Mmm-hmm, play we will.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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