Scarlet dropped by briefly to give the boy some icy treats. He rewarded her with some of her own scratches.
I stopped by Sebastian’s today to bring him some popsicles, beef jerky and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to cheer him up since he had a minor procedure done on Friday. Sebastian in all of his sadistic glory, filed his fingernails to these sharp little points. He had already scratched the crap out of Kitten, to which I gasped in surprise when I saw the red scratch marks all down her back and bum. He placed three fingers on my chest and started scratching down. I started to squirm away and squeal a bit. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I said, “No no, keep going, just do it!” I got a massive adrenaline rush from the pain of the scratches, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
The ones on my arm came as a complete surprise when I was minding my own business in the kitchen. :P
Richard told me that once we buy a place next year, that I’m allowed to adopt a couple of ferrets. I’ve wanted a ferret since I was 15, and I’m definitely getting two since it sounds like they thrive better in groups of two or more. THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!!! *eeeeeee*
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I love trying new positions - but to be perfectly honest, as boring as it may sound, my favourite position is missionary. I like being pinned down, legs spread, biting my neck. It’s the best position for me to orgasm. Yum.
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Um. Yay.
Raven’s going to beat me in the dungeon tomorrow night. I am SO stoked for this! I don’t get beaten NEARLY enough, so I cherish it when it does in fact happen. <3
For Kitten <3
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Warning: Rant Ahead
I didn’t want to write this on Facebook, just because I knew it would raise too many eyebrows AND cause too much of a stir. Only a couple of people who are friends on my Facebook are following this blog and know who I am, and I’m cool with them seeing this.
So caution: Rant ahead. I apologize in advance for this, but I just had to get this out. Feel free to scroll right past this entry and read more about my sex life, domination and/or funny/sexy pictures I’ve posted. Now excuse me while I LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT!!!
Why… oh why… does everyone feel this overwhelming need to involve ME in ALL of their issues with others in my life?
“So and so did this” and “This person did that” or “This person fucked my mom in the ass” or “that person drank my last beer”. Oh. dear. fucking. GAWD! Here’s a news flash for you - I. DON’T. FUCKING. CAAAAAAARRRRREEE!!! *hands into fists*
I’m friends with all of you people because I love you, and you’re my friends. You’re ALL pains in my ass and you’ve all hurt me, made me cry, upset me or generally pissed me right the fuck off at some point. Yes, even you. You all have faults, just as I have my own (trust me, no one is more aware of my faults than me), but I don’t use them as reasons NOT to be friends with any of you. I accept all of you for who you are, and don’t have any reason to not have you in my life.
I am constantly getting tossed in the middle to do damage control, and it’s almost ALWAYS over something so incredibly petty, childish and stupid that it makes me want to rip my hair out.
You’re all insane. I’m sorry, but it’s true. As am I. You want to know the reason why Richard and I don’t have issues with anyone and why everyone likes us? Because we accept everyone for who they are, whether it means that we need to suffer through regular intervals of you all acting like a bunch of drama queens, over reacting over something redonkulous, or whining because you’re not getting your way. You’re our friends because you’re sweet, loving, caring, fun to be around, and have been good to us. That’s all there is to it.
All of you having stupid, minor, and frankly completely insignificant arguments over issues that shouldn’t EVER be a reason NOT to have someone in your life just need to wake up and realize that life is just too damn short for this crap. There could be a massive apocalypse tomorrow and the world will be overrun with Jackass Penguins and you would have died with a massive chip on your shoulder. Seriously, get over it.
And please please please please please… just learn how to deal with these issues yourselves, learn how to properly talk to each other and please please please please PLLEEEEEASE stop bringing me into it…. or else I’m moving to Portland and going to end up drinking and eating myself to death by the time I’m 31 due to stress.
I just want you all to love each other ya big buncha jerks!
Fucking Friends
A really good friend of mine and Richard’s said that if I was into it that she would totally fuck him. Richard and I have both agreed that there is NO FUCKING WAY we are having sex with ANY of our friends (no matter how charming, sexy, beautiful, amazing, fun to make out with, or the idea of how amazing the sex would be). It can complicate things, and it has the chance to completely ruin the friendship that we have with them. To me, as awesome as the sex would probably be (with several of my friends that I’ve come close to having sex with), there’s just no way that I feel that it would be worth it to take that risk.
Granted, there are some other reasons that conflict our wanting to bring certain people into our bedroom, but ruining the friendship is the main one.
This is super disappointing though to be perfectly honest, cuz… damn… she is sexy as all hell.
Fuck.
… Or maybe we just have a lot more to learn about this whole ‘open relationship’ thing…
