Another year, another look back at what was, and what's coming.

(and now you know why I have a pic of me sitting on railroad tracks.)

Been a heck of a year. Hoping it will get better soon. Too many important people gone, too many unimportant ones sticking around.

I DO have plans to go to my first play party in a while, though. Not sure if I'll play or just let it ride. I'll be taking the Toy Bag just in case.

you know, as much as I fancy myself a writer, sometimes it's hard to get the creativity flowing. I could write fictional tales of racy run-ins in the soup aisle, ending with a spanking over the donut table over in the bakery. Titillating, yes, but also bullshit. Not my style.

Instead, let's talk about sensuality versus sexuality. Can things be both? Are they, by necessity, one or the other? Let's hear your thoughts.

Let's brush the dust off, shall we?

Been a little while, over here. A lot changes in two years.

Some things are always, though. Like my ability to get inside people's heads and make myself at home. I'd be willing to bet you like it as much as I do, too... Give me a call sometime, over on Niteflirt. You'll find it's an experience you'll want to repeat as often as you can!

ooooh.

WANT.

look at the shiny! and notice the name?

6 days and counting...

My birthday is on the 28th of this month, that's NEXT FRIDAY.

Make it a day to remember, boys, my Amazon list is looking a little overpopulated.

Oh, Miiiike, who thinks he's slave material to be molded...

You're the first real solid LOSER I've had the pleasure to deal with.


I am laughing my ASS off at your attempts to get me out of your head by blocking me on Niteflirt. YOU came to ME. I offered you a place among My boys.

You failed, on your own sense of urgency. Don't you know? You don't GET to set "mail me back" deadlines. It's not your place.

Good luck in your search for a blackmail domme - I hope you get the nastiest, evilest bitch out there, who will NEVER take no for an answer and ends up destroying you. After all, I imagine that's what you were looking for when you gave me your wife's email address.

To borrow from Curtis Stone...

When you go to the grocery store, you should always dress up, you never know who you'll run into.

I recognized your voice, and your pics were pretty close too... but I don't think you recognized me wearing jeans and a UNC sweatshirt, with my hair back in a pony tail.

Missed your chance, my dear.... maybe you'll get lucky next time;)