dorei

I love a good caning. I love the whistling sound it makes before it strikes me, cutting into me, leaving various lines and welts. Bind my breasts tightly until the discolored flesh stands out before you, a tempting, easy target, defenseless against your onslaught. When you cane a bound breast, it can split the skin if you strike too hard. And I want you to...
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Pull me over your knee. Raise my skirt over my hips. Let your hand caress my ass, stroke it, your fingers dancing along my inner thigh as I squirm on your lap. Slap me. Strike me. Watch my skin redden and glow; feel the heat through your hand as you rest it there on the swelling flesh. Punch it. Bruise it. Make me feel your...
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There was a time when, if I wanted to deep throat, I'd have to lay with my head hanging over the side of my bed, to take a man's cock all the way in past that pesky gag reflex. While I no longer need to do that, I find that there is one sensation that pretty much remains the same. I can always tell when...
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Well that was a relatively uneventful Dead Jew on a Stick Weekend.

Spent yesterday evening out at a friend's house, which was nice, if quiet. I suppose it was good to get out of MY house, at any rate. Couldn't sleep last night for love nor money though, so when I finally closed my eyes for good it was getting close to 5 a.m. That...
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It's the weekend. Yay. Going out to hang with friends this evening. No sex. Sorry.

There is something so intimate about the act of anal sex. Have you noticed? Perhaps it is just the way it feels as you enter me, how it grips you tightly, pulling you in, and the tightness just makes me so very aware of every curve, every line of the narrow veins that run along your shaft. The velvet head as it slowly moves inside...
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There is something to be said about waking in the morning, the sheets tangled about your body from the encounter the night before. The room still smells faintly of sex and your thighs are still damp. Looking down, you assess the scratch marks that start at your left shoulder and over your breasts, the bite mark on your left inner thigh that's starting to purple,...
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I'm thinking about blood today.

I have very pale skin. If you turn my arm over in your hand, you can trace the lines of my veins with your fingertip, over my wrist, down my forearm. Or, perhaps, find the pulse point in my neck, and nip at it with your teeth, feeling the blood beneath that pale flesh as it courses through my body....
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I'm so pleased y'all liked my little post yesterday.

Maybe I should take the time to express in the future the things I rather enjoy thinking about on a quiet day ... a dreary day ... hm.

Today is a dreary day -- it keeps threatening to rain. And they say it might snow on Saturday. Snow. In April. In Virginia. How fucked up is...
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I commented to someone earlier today, "Let those who prefer their sex bland be with those who would be bland. I'll take mine hot, heavy, and pain-inducing. "

I love it when every thrust hits my cervix, bruising it. I love it when hands tighten on my shoulders and then slip to my neck, slowly cutting off my breath. I love teeth cruelly biting into...
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It's April. Where the hell did the first quarter of 2007 go?

I've had a rather icky last few days in regard to my home life. I'd appreciate some lovin. Tell me how fabulous I am?

Help show the AFA that they can't just ask homophobes to fill out their polls:

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