It involves leaping off things and looking spiffy (much like searching for the Grail but minus the gadzooking, possible galumphing, but only when the situation demands it)
It's much more fun than work. I am supposed to be doing a staff rota but Batmanning around the living room is just much more....fulfilling.
I have a big fetish party this weekend (Friday and Saturday so let's just count it as one shall we?) and am considering Batmanning about there too.
My inbox is bulging like Santa's sack with utter crap:
well it must have at least been a bit appealing, otherwise why bother to reply? Like I said, new on here, but I am finding my feet...
Its appealing because I am brighter than you, funnier than you, smarter than you and sexier than you and I have more to offer than you. I am also not as jaded as you, nor as bored as you sound. I am just learning, and I still top you.
So you think you can tame me? Well, we will see fizzy. I put up one hell of a fight. If you can be bothered that is.
He's better and smarter and better and smarter and I can just go jump!
When someone I have never met professes to "care" about me I generally take it with a pinch of salt big enough to kill a puppy.
When someone emails me with a fucking SONG and tells me they can tell by my tone I'm having a rough ol run right now and invites me to listen and reflect I get an overwhelming urge to kill them.
When that someone has the good sense to tell me said song is less than a minute long I open it out of idle curiosity.
When someone has sent me the Teddy bears Picnic and made me spend the rest of the day humming and grinning I have to grudgingly admit they know me very well.
My biggest pain, the thing that makes me wince and have that funny stomach thing. Is that I miss a lot of you and I want to be a part of what we were.
Bostonboi, SBT, Dreamer, Buenosera, Max, Echo, First deep, Santa, a lot of a a lot of.
What I want to say is I miss you. in a non-bullshitty way. I truly do. You all give me something (oooh Trinity, _chris) that no-one else has the guts to.
Can someoone with my number MAKE me sit for 1 hour and enjoy you?
Because I enjoyed you all, Beebumper, blue eyed, persephone, madman!
I've found the longer I do this, the more I enjoy the heavy fetish/freaky playtime's.
This is what you got to look forward to:
Farting in someones mouth
Pissing in a bottle and making someone drink it
Making anal beads out of tennis balls and using them in ass training
Making applesauce and guacamole with your feet then force feeding it with the feet's
Fucking a guy (a ass virgin) with a 14 inch strap on with his own spit as lube
Wrestling a man in who is wearing a dress then dragging him into the locker room and then tying him to the bench face down and spanking him in front of his friends
Smothered a man with your ass while slapping his balls with a cane for 25 minutes till he cums
Playing mommy a couple times and rocking and nurturing a few big babies
Fisting a man up to the shoulder cause he wants your arm come out his throat
Fucking a man with your foot
Humiliating several men on their small dicks and their uselessness
Making a guy pay $50 for a single dick picture and laugh at how stupid he is when he can look at all the dicks for free on the net
Stomp around in the sun in your rubber boots and make someone drink the sweat with a straw.
Making someone lick your armpits until he cums.
Thats all that pops into My head on short notice... I just woke up feel free to add anything sick and twisted to this list I am sure I have done it at least once.
I had a whole...thing lined up for tonight. The usual, a lot of hate, a lot of funny and a lot of something else. I forget.
What I ended up with was a warm fuzzy.
CURSES!
People are so goddamn NICE. Kind, warm, genuine, funny, fun, respectful, hard working, amazing, creative, wide eyed, simple, noisy, quiet and alert.
Not all people mind, tonight has been a night of paradox - the best and the stupid. I would say worst but the annoying people didn't even count as worst, they were just ridiculous; childish would be an insult - they were Studenty. I know. I'm at that horrible age where I can say "I've been in this game longer than you" to my peers. I was a fast learner.
You ever heard women talk about being taken advantage of as a teenager? ooooh this is going to get deep. Anyway, I was hated by most adults I knew as a child for my capacity to absorb and execute ideas far quicker than them. That may or may not have included stealing their husbands.
Was that a concious decision? A teenage crush gone nuts? Perhaps. Perhaps not and I will say that as an adult it's their place to put the kibosh on shit like that; but show me a man who can say no to an 18 year old? Even if she's not, just looks 18.
It was a taste of power, and it stayed with me. It mutated from something so unhealthy that many females refer to it as "abuse". I'll define abuse here -
No I won't. There are too many definitions.
What do you do? Do you whine about the lack of protection? Parental guidance? (my parents were and are very cool people) blame...WHO THE FUCK DO I BLAME? Or do I just take it as part of my biological make-up? Do I accept that what biology and society have heaped upon me are two totally seperate things?
What has Biology given you?
What has society given you?
What has Biology asked of you?
What has society asked of you?
Replace society with culture if you're that way inclined.
The lady who is famous for giving her blog over to the most respected voices of our generation.
Mistress Echo, I issue you a challenge - do a post here you would NEVER do in your own blog (and that kind of challenge to a lady who prides herself on doing what you only fantasize about...well it's the fucking REASON I'm here!)