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Feed My Writing Addiction!

October 29th, 2009 Comments off

Okay, you guys, help me out!

With what? My writing addiction.

How? I thought you’d never ask.

The first way – I’m dying to write some fiction.  It’s been months.  And you know you’ve been hoping for the opportunity to beat on me yourself.  To stuff my holes and call me dirty names.  Now’s your chance.  Leave me a comment or drop me an email with your name, your gender, your orientation (top, bottom, switch, etc.), two or three toys from our toy box you’d like to try and a location (bedroom, dungeon, etc) and I’ll write a bit of erotica featuring the two of us (or you, me and Master, if you’d prefer) and post it here for all to see.  Come on! Give me something good to write!

The second way – I’m seriously running out of ideas.  I can’t remember, anymore, what I’ve covered and what I’ve left out.  So ask me a question, or ten, in comments or email and I’ll answer them here.  You can ask me anything your pretty little head desires and I’ll answer.  But hurry! I’m desperate!

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Hang the pixie lamp, Tink! We’re coming back!

October 27th, 2009 4 comments

tinker_bell_fairyWe’re going to Disney next year on our own dime.

Did you hear what I just said? We’re on our way out of the red.  By this time next year we’ll be, at the very least, comfortable.  Probably still in debt because two people who started having babies at sixteen build up a lot of debt.  But we’re already paying it off and climbing out.  And we’re saving up for a trip to Disney on our own dime.

I’m so excited I spent almost the entire day yesterday looking at pictures and pricing out vacation packages and trying to decide if we have to stay in the resort we were in last time or if we can afford to pay a couple hundred dollars extra and stay somewhere a little more grown up.  Like, say, Port Orleans – Riverside or Port Orleans – French Quarter.  I’d love to stay at the Polynesian Resort or the Animal Kingdom Lodge or the Wilderness Lodge, but I haven’t even had the balls to price them out.  They’re almost definitely beyond the scope of what we can afford, and I’ll either work on M until I can convince Him it’s worth the extra price, making Him feel obligated to give in, or get really disappointed.

Can I just tell you, for those who haven’t been or haven’t stayed in a resort, that everything about how they handle their vacation booking and their guests is incredible? Disney has this shit down to a science.  If you need it, they’ve thought of it.  The only thing you really have to bring is clothes and souvenir money.  And the clothes are almost optional because you could build a whole new wardrobe in Downtown Disney.  That’s not including the stuff you can buy in the parks.  It’s freaking amazing!

So it starts on their website.  You book your room, pick which park tickets you want, choose your dining plan, book your flight and decide what ground transportation you want from the airport to your resort.

That’s right.  You can book your flight, room, food and park tickets all on one website from the privacy of your own home.  No hassle, or dealing with a pushy travel agent.  Once you pay, you have two choices: Sit around and do nothing till it’s time to pack or call the 1-800 number they give you and make reservations for all of your “fine dining” dinners.  Read more…

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Women in Kink

October 26th, 2009 Comments off

Tonight was the first meeting of a new social group called Women in Kink (WINK) here in New Orleans.  I have to say that I was highly impressed with our first meeting for the little that I was able to stay for.  Two of the members of our club, NOBLE, took a step towards organizing and networking with the kinky women in our community.  I am glad that they did.

Before tonight, I never really understood why there would be a need for the women in our community to have their own time to get together, chit chat, gossip, and have a low key therapy session.  I went to an all girl high school and had those sessions every single day so the thought never really crossed my mind.  To be honest, I thought that we were going to just sit around and gossip.  I like surprises and indeed I got one.

I am a huge social butterfly and at parties I flit around and try to talk to everyone.  It was pleasant to meet a new woman in our community and I really hope that she comes around to more parties and events.  Even sitting around the table with familiar faces wasn’t the same and they weren’t the same women that I know just from casual hellos and conversation.  Tonight we really got to know each other and get a bit more in depth as to who we are on the inside as well as the outside. Read more…

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A Coffee Dedication

October 26th, 2009 3 comments

For 133316103_c13f54b1ecCarrieAnn and Laurel and all my coffee loving friends, a song all about our favorite drink: The Java Jive.  Otherwise known as: The Song that Got Me Hooked on SPEBSQSA (the Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Barbershop Quartet Singing in America – Omg! Dad would be ecstatic if he knew I still remembered that! Also, it’s now known as the BHS, or Barbershop Harmony Society.  Lame.) music.

This song has been stuck in my head since sometime last night.  I started singing it in the shower this morning and keep belting out occasional bursts.  It made me think of you.  I love you guys.  Fer realz.

Java Jive
Manhattan Transfer

I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java sweet and hot,
Whoops, Mister Moto, I’m a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot, and I’ll pour me a shot,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
and I’ll cut a rug ’til I’m snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one,
Draw one!
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Boston beans (soy beans)
I said the little itty-bitty green bean
(cabbage n’ greens)
You know that I’m not keen about a bean,
unless it is a chili chili bean! (Talk it, boy!)

I love java sweet and hot,
Whoops, Mister Moto, I’m a coffee pot (yeah)
You shoot me the pot, and I’ll pour me a shot,
A cup, a cup, a cup, ‘an dat zat bootle!

Blow me a slug from that wonderful mug
And I’ll cut a rug that’s snug in a jug
Drop a nickel in my pot – Joe
Takin’ it slow
Waiter, waiter percolator

I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the Java Jive an’ it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup – BOY!

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SJP #523

October 26th, 2009 1 comment

When do you feel the most beautiful?

I have battled self esteem issues for as long as I can remember.  I have always been the fat kid, the one who was picked on in school, kicked and pushed around, and just never really popular.  I never saw myself as beautiful and was, and still am, under pressure to lose weight and look like the ideal model woman of American society.  I never have been accepted for who I am and what I am until recently.

I feel the most beautiful in quite a few instances.

I feel the most beautiful when I am standing naked in a room full of people who are looking over my body in awe.

I feel the most beautiful when I am standing before my Master, eyes locked with his, his hands roaming around my body, caressing my curves, and watching as his beautiful lips curl into the most wonderful grin.  And then to hear the words “this is mine” makes me melt every time.  Read more…

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Scene Write-Up 10/23/09

October 26th, 2009 2 comments

This past weekend was amazing and I have much more to come with Halloween approaching. This weekend was just one of three, yes three, that I will be spending with my M in the next three weeks. It feels good to know that he and I are going to see each other three weekends in a row. I love how our schedules work right now.

Friday night Tab and I went to Jasmine, along with two of our friends, to visit with my mentor and protector as well as his household.  My mentor, Master Gabriel, is the Dungeon Monitor of the club and he is there every weekend.  He did not know, fully, that Tab was going to be with me and it was nice to see him smile when they shook hands.  I knew that it was going to be a long night for both me and a fellow submissive friend.  And indeed it was.

Let me set the mood for you before I go into detail as to why the following scene happened.  First off, I had been telling my fellow submissive friend of how Thumper, Tab’s huge ass paddle that I love to pieces, is poly amorous with me and that I was and am more than willing to share him with others.  The whole joke here is that I hate Thumper with a passion because he is a huge ass paddle and stings like a mother fucker.  I am more than willing to allow someone else to be struck with him that isn’t me.  My friend wanted to test that theory.  Her theory was tested.

Also, this is the first hard play night that Tab and I have shared together.

Both she and I had been promised a long night with our antics during the week.  Somehow conspiring with my friend to make socks into sock puppets led to us being in hot water.  Let me tell you, being in hot water with that woman is always fun, even though it’s painful as hell.  No, we aren’t put into hot water that would scald our skin.  It’s metaphoric and being placed in hot water that would scald our skin would probably be pleasant compared to what we endure on occasion.  Read more…

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