TMI

I missed this one, but i really wanted to do so ...



1. What famous people share your birthday? Any the same year as well as day?
none the same year but,
marquis de sade
Zachary Quinto
 were born the same day.

 2. Have you ever shared an address (before, during or after) with anyone famous?
Nope, not that i know of.

3. Who else has your name? (Google yourself and see who else shows up)
This lady

4. Test the Six Degrees theory. Do you know someone who might know someone who might know someone who might know someone who might know someone who knows President Obama? How about, say Dolly Parton?

  Well, yeah actually. At 2:20 into the jigga what video is another rapper that guy is my God brother and he known’s Jay-z. Jay-z is married to Beyonce worked with usher who sang at the inauguration and I’m pretty sure that some where along that line he met the president, TADA! 

5. Try the sexual version. Have you had sex with someone who might have . . . anyone famous? (e.g. I slept with a woman who had slept with a Hollywood stuntman, who might have....)
um, not that i know of?


HAPpY SUnday ^_^

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Wives and Good intentions

    It's been another late night for me and Master, we haven't been able to sleep after some family drama and stress that I will eventually get around to talking about. I was sitting here at his desktop watching Mister give Kittie love to Sayla while flipping through some old Cd's. He plucked an old train Cd from the assorted selection “me and my wives first song, the one we danced to at our wedding was". I stopped him before he could finish rains of Jupiter! I said. Close Mississippi, it was my next guess.  I asked him to play it for me and he did, I sat here cooing along with the lead singer. Wow, my emotional masochism is strong tonight; I thought to myself. Master has been separated from his wife for almost 2 years. I didn't know what her name was or what she looked like up until recently. My curiosity was killing me and I couldn't help but ask. I wanted to know what she looked like and what attracted master to her, why they broke up and what went wrong. I wanted to see master dressed like a penguin on the happiest day of his life. I want to know if the little girl in all the photos was his. I sit and I ponder these things. Killing myself over the things I don't really want to know about, but I ask anyway. Right before the bridge master pulled me for a kiss “I’m not making out with you to your wedding song!". It didn't seem to phase and I gave him all the kissed his face could handle.  He looked at me and he couldn't understand why women did this to themselves, why I asked to hear the song I obviously had no interest in.  I didn't say anything; because I don't really know except maybe I like knowing what he was like then. Whether he's changed at all between now and then and if so did his evolution involve meeting me? Does it matter if it did?  The day before last the house phone rang and for once I was the one who picked it.

Me:Who is this?

her: What?

Me: Is ____ there?

Me: No, would you like to leave a message?

Her: No, just tell him  that his wife called.

Me: …okay.

Later on Mister and his wife had a casual conversation about how cute my voice is over the phone.  I don’t know what about her drives me crazy, hits a nerve and frightens me all at the same time.  I try not to think about were I stand  if something awful were to happen to master, would I have rights? Could I visit him the hospital?  Would I have a say in what happened next. After all I am just the subbie girl, a bed warmer who is easily replaceable.

I slipped the train cd back into its case, taking with it old memories of a life he longer lives and the curiosity in me that won't die.    

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Don't call me sqweaky it's squirty McSquirt pants now

Late last night Master left me in his bedroom. He had to do business i.e. run errands so he left me to my own devices. It started off plainly enough; I sat down at my laptop waiting impatiently for my download of the street fighter to surface when I got anxious. When I'm with Master I normally don't masturbate unless he asks me too, but suddenly the urge struck me, so what’s a girl supposed to do? I grabbed the hatch from the other side of the bed and had at it. It’s been months sense I used it after being here for a few days and still not using it. I decided why not?  I don't know what was holding me back but I cleared my head and thought of nothing. And like magic

 

TADA, success! 

And I repeated my success over and over again until I had to change all the sheets, the mattress pads and a few pillow cases. I couldn't figure out what was wrong? Why has it taken me months to get my mega squirting powers of awesome up and running again? Well it turns out I just wasn't armed with the right equipment. Master has a Hitachi wand. I don't have one of my own purely because I know a) I would loose all feeling in  my vagina after insane usage B) I would quit school to become a professional masturbator and  c) they are awfully expensive for a car motor attached to a high powered stick?

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TMI

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1. When you masturbate, how long, typically, is your session and what do you think about (other than having an orgasm)?

Approximately 15 minutes and i think about outrageously acrobatic kinky sex with Master, lol.

2. Have you ever been "caught" masturbating?

 Yes and no? When i lived with my roommate i would masturbate and then promptly fall asleep with my hand in my pant, I'm pretty sure she's caught me spread eagle & snoring.

3. Have you ever masturbated in front of your computer? If 'yes' was it for your own purposes or for someone's viewing pleasure?

 Yes, for my Lord Tim when we were together, i was never allowed to cum but he would watch me Masturbate via computer until bedtime.

4. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed?

Nope

5. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or?

I am, insanely sensitive, sometimes i can work myself up and i don't have to continue stimulating myself to cum. it really depends on how determined i am and how strong my orgasm is.
6. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now?

 Nope, but I'm almost positive that there are photos floating around the Internet some place.

Bonus (as in optional): How often do you use the word "fuck" (or its derivatives) in casual conversation - frequently, occasionally, rarely, never.


Okay, if you read my blog often you may have noticed by now that i curse like a drunk Irishmen. I didn't curse nearly as much up until 5 years ago, my ex boyfriends family used the word fuck like punctuation. So a few years of cussing through family dinners and reunions it’s a bad habit i haven't gotten rid of yet. I am trying, failing. But trying.

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A clown’s pet: Sex, Fear, and Pornography

Not to many nights ago i came across still shots of a clown from the jay-z on the next one video. I have a love hate (more hate then love) relationship with clowns. They terrified me as a kid and some of them still do, but there was something about this one though, something about his demeanor and face makeup that scared me and turned me on simultaneously. So i wrote porn about it, lol. I've been exploring my desires and my fears. And in BDSM if there is one thing that you learn it would be accepting your fears and finding pleasure in pain and frustration. I am not a very good writer of any kind. And of all the things i have written porn is not one of them, lol. I did have fun putting it together so i can only ask that you have fun reading it.

  ENJOY!

A CLOWN'S PET

Clown only ever looked forward to one thing, seeing his pet in the front row. He lived for her; performed for her and she knew this. Dressed innocently in a pale pink dress pet sat watching clown entertain the masses. Clown performed every night for hundreds but only they knew it was for one guest in particular. At the end of every show, when the house lights went up and the curtains fell clown couldn't resist taking in the silence before the applause. He knew it was the moment when his pet touched up her make up and tightened her hair ribbons for him.

Clown stood at the edge of the stage taking in the heat of the lights and the warmth of the audience. He looked down to see pet gleaming completely smitten with him. Clown thought to himself how badly he wanted her he thought of all the ways he could have her if only they had more time together. clown tried to ignore his urges as he continued smiling; catching flowers from the audience before his last curtain call was up. Every night for days clown felt his need to be with pet growing stronger, his sex throbbed at the thought of her, he couldn't control himself. He knew one day their time would come and they could be together, but for now all they had where those small moments

 Another night another performance clown thought as he made his way to the stage. As always he waited for his moment of silence preparing himself for his beloved. Clown reached the end of stage relishing in the audiences gratitude, when he realized something was wrong. He looked down and noticed his pet wasn't there, frantically he tossed his head from side to side scanning the audience for her; nothing. Clowned rushed off stage enraged at the thought of pet missing their moment. He stormed out of the tent around to the back area and out in to the parking lot. To his surprise their stood pet clawing at the tent entrance trying to find a way in.

“ I missed it didn't I”, with tears streaming down her face pet didn't dare turn to face him. Clown considered how beautiful she was when she cried, her flushed cheeks complimented her oval face and large brown eyes, but that wasn't enough. Clown approached pet he kissed her nose and cheeks softly, he ran his gloved fingertips through her pigtails teasing the ends of each finely tied ribbon. Pet let out a sigh as she leaned her face in to the palms of his hands.

In that moment something in clown changed, he grasped pets forearm tightly bringing her to the ground. Flustered by this pet started breathing rapidly she felt her excitement rise heightening all of her sense. Her nipples harden and her cunt overflowed in anticipation. Clown kissed her fully taking her mouth in to his; he filled both his hands with her ample breast, Pinning pet to the ground. Clown grasped pet's neck as he ran his

tongue down the center of her chest, biting her nipples and smearing his face down her torso. Clown stopped himself and stood up on his knees. He looked down at his vulnerable pet, groaning and panting, covered in what once was his perfectly made up face. Her pretty pink dress settled around her waist. Her back, face and elbows where now dirty, covered in sand and gravel. Clown brushed his hand across her forehead tracing the outline of her delicate face with his fingers "you look more beautiful now then you ever have" he whispered. Clown turned pet onto her stomach with one hand, reaching in to his back pocket with the other.

Pulling out a compact knife, he ran the blade up her spine, along the fine hairs of her neck, Incapacitating pet with fear. He cut each tie of her pigtails, letting her hair loose. Pet relaxed, arching her back and pushing her ass into his hips. He looked down at his pet smirking " Dirty Girl" clown grunted under his breath. He un-buttoned his breeches, exposing his cock; he crept his fingers under what was left of her dress. Feeling the wet warmth of her arousal in his hands. Clown slid his cock into his devoted pet. She shuddered as her wet cunt tightened around him, he thrust deeper into her, lowering his face in to her neck. Pet looked back at clown“please let me cum" she cried. Her weeping only excited him more. Clown wrinkled his brow, as he let out a guttural groan,“ cum pet”he said
huskily. Pet shot her head backward, burying her fingers in the sand as she came. Her juices trailed down her thighs drenching clown in the processes.

Clown and his pet lay exhausted on the ground outside of the tent entrance, their clothes freshly tattered. Clown laid on his side with his back facing the boldly striped circus tent holding pet; the one thing in the world he wanted more then never having to perform again. He redressed her as she slept soundly against him. Clown stood up on his knees trying not to wake her, he gathered pet into his arm, analyzing her. What was he going to do with her now? Was he keeping pet, would she stay if he asked her too? As he walked down the corridor of pick up trucks and performance tents, his mind was filled with thoughts of what his life would be like now that she was permanently in it.

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Penance Served?

I've been lurking the internet all afternoon today, normally my lurking consist of hitting the forums, scoping out dirty pictures on Fet and harassing people on facebook. I did however indulge in a little pop culture over at superficial when i ran across this article on Pop Eater about Chris brown and his potential comeback this year. A year ago if you asked me if i listened to Chris browns music i would have laughed and told you no, while shaking my head yes. I have a sweet tooth in the worst way, for pure pop confection. Shitty lyrics about lost love, overly synthesized beats drowning in processed vocals is just my thing. After the debacle with his now ex Girlfriend Rihanna i immediately deleted all of his music, even some songs that just featured his voice. I was all about  hating Chris brown and all the things associated with him. Even after he made the rounds to all the talk shows and apologized i didn't feel he deserved his career or space on my hard drive.  After reading the pop eater article i felt... sad for Chris brown? How something in his personal life completely over shadowed his professional one.


 It's a scary thought sometimes, knowing that my profile on Fl or Cm could come across someone’s google findings, that they would see my face and find out what i do behind closed doors and to some how have that affect my professional life is devastating.


 If Chris brown were to make a come back this year, would you buy in to it?

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Le Troll

 I found a post of Master killing the seriousness of this thread in one of the many forums he is apart of (Misant).

<3 ..dork

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