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All the best bloggy thoughts come when I’m drunk and leave when I’m sober. I think.

September 10th, 2011

I’m already slacking on my three blogs a week goal. In my defense, I started this yesterday and got too drunk to finish it. This week has been hectic. What can I say?

M’s point is always in His pants, these days. There’s a reason for that. He says that when I was fully in the mindset of sexual property I was happy. And He’s right.

The other day, He ripped me up by the hair and dragged me into the bedroom. Or pushed, rather. Bent me over the bed and fucked me while beating me with the Studded Paddle. I fear I’m out of practice. I first thought it was the Oak Paddle I (love to) hate, and then I realized it was too soft for that. So I thought maybe it was the Maui Kink paddle, but it wasn’t. I don’t think I figured it out until it was over.

“It was over.” Like I didn’t love every second.

Master is an insane sadist. Okay, He’s too responsible to be insane. But He would like to occasionally be able to not care how much pain He causes me. I mean, occasionally I’m loud. I don’t know our neighbors well enough to say whether or not they would report us, but it’s always a concern.

We need another “closest person’s half a mile away” camping trip. In the next couple of months, probably. As soon as we can get the clothes we need for chilly nights. Suddenly I understand the draw of Twisted Tryst now more than ever. We need an east coast version, for sure.

I had all sorts of stuff to say when I was drunk. Today, it’s not really coming. That’s okay. I need to go shower so we can go for a walk anyway. I’ll try to have something interesting to talk about tomorrow. =D

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  1. September 10th, 2011 at 21:51 | #1

    There are a few kick ass camps on the East Coast. 🙂


    One in June, one in September. I can vouch for their awesomeness.


  2. September 12th, 2011 at 19:41 | #2

    @BoringJen ~whine~ That one’s too far away tooooo. Kayla pointed one out to me that’s in Maryland. Course, I suppose I could do the kink camp, then pop over and visit Mom and Sis. Heh. Gonna have to poke around the surrounding area and see what we’ve got going on.

  3. September 13th, 2011 at 06:37 | #3


    The best part of a kink camp is not having to pretend to be normal for several days. I was able to get to Spankfest twice before leaving for Australia, nad it was great. Good luck finding a local version.


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