that awkward moment when right after solo-ing, you take a photo of your taste on your hand to send to a new playmate along with the text, “where is your mouth when i need it, darlin?”, send the picture message, & then your mom calls.

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yea….

i’m gonna shower now  :T

yesterday:  purchased bed restraints with wrist & ankle cuffs, 2 rolls of black vetrap & a black infantry knife online.

today:  picking up jarred, religious candles before work - parrafin wax  :)

tomorrow:  brunch with a professional domme & friends.

monday:  free day!

tuesday:  beta is coming over at 10am to clean my room while i sleep.  she will also be bringing new curtains to replace my sun-bleached ones.  then she’s driving me to my afternoon meeting.

i love my life. a lot.

this happened during my bartending shift a few days ago.  it was a queer ladies night.  i used to think this girl was cute.  her trans boyfriend is easy on the eyes as well.  ran into her making my way back to the bar from the restroom.

her - “hi!  there you are.  i’ve been looking for you.”

me - “hi!  how are you?  where’s your boyfriend, darlin?”

her - “home.  we’re in an open relationship.”

me - “oh.  ok.  well, please tell him i said hi.  love seeing you two each week.”

her - “yea…  he’s really hot.  he always gets play.  nobody really hits on me.”

me - “you’re BOTH hot.  don’t be silly.”

she drunkenly eye fucks me & goes in for a kiss which i back away from.

her - “so..  what?  you don’t wanna make out?  are you not hitting on me?!”

me - “no.  i just flirt with everyone.  i rarely hit on anyone.”

her - “oh?  and why is that?”

me - “honestly?  because i’m a sadist & not many girls here are masochists.”

confusion washes over her face.

her - “well….  i’m not into that religion.  i’m jewish.”

me - “yea….  it was nice running into you.  have a good night, darlin.”

sometimes, i just wanna make out with your manners.  like, for awhile.  yes.

my mouth in your mouth.  hell.  yes.

your pleases & thank yous just might lead to heavy petting….

“I learned my passion

in the good old-fashioned

school of loverboys”

i know, i know…  i’ve been MIA for about a week now  :T

let’s catch up.

well… i met the cutest masochist.  actually, an adorable, queer, service-oriented, masochistic girl (to be specific).  oh, AND she’s a massage therapist.  yep!

:)

we met at a queer/leather happy hour.  an instructor from a class i took introduced us.  i quickly realized that she was the one person i checked out at last year’s folsom street fair - i distinctly remembered the two of us catching eyes as she was walking from a booth to the women’s stage.  we checked each other out, hard.  i was with my slave for the day & she walked to a woman who i thought was her partner (she wasn’t).  now we’re finally meeting.  bought us a round of drinks & flirted, of course.  it went well..

as the happy hour was coming to an end, i asked her for her phone.  i then told her that we were gonna see each other again.  soon.  put my number in her phone & texted myself from it.  i texted, “hi.  i want.”

i had to meet some of my best at a nearby bar & her friends from the happy hour were seeing if she wanted to grab a bite across the street.  i wasn’t ready to say goodnight just yet.  i let them know that she’d be going with me.  told her she’d be my arm candy. she loved it.

i want what i want when i want it.

i rudely ignored my friends (i know.. BUT, i made it up to em) while shamelessly pursuing her.  since i was a approaching a triple shift (new year’s eve, new year’s day & night), we called it a night after making out for an hour or so.  i walked her home.  she had plans for new year’s eve, but was free new year’s day.  i put her on guestlist for both of my shifts that day & said i’d text her what to wear.

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alright, i’ll have to put a pin in this cause i have a ton of housework.  BUT, i will catch you up & keep you updated.  promise.  also, since i won’t use her name, we’ll call her “a”.

all my best,

mister.

got my haircut today.

as she was finishing up, she blow-dryed the bits of hair off of me.

then she blew off hair from her self, starting with her breasts..

when asked what she was doing (by surrounding peers), i instantly replied, “warming up my dinner.”

:)