Off to Houston, TX with my Sk8 Family for another awesome skate weekend!!
And my favorite:
I like almost everything kinky… sex outside… spanking… some light humiliation… bondage when done correctly… and I would love to go to a sex club!
Really?! I’ve wanted to try Mon Chalet for a while now. I don’t know of any others…
Awesome cool! It’s kinda neat there. I’ve only been once and during the day.
Nice. Just kinda neat?
That was a mild understatement. I wish I could have seen more.
I want to hear more about the bondage and humiliation…
Like calling me a dirty slut, tying me to the bed while you eat me out… Force-feeding your cock to me…
I will seriously try just about anything with someone I trust and who treats me well.
As soon as I got my first smart phone (about a year and a half ago) I downloaded Tinder and started swiping almost immediately.
I slept with my very first match (not surprisingly – we really hit it off. You’ll see in a minute), but I didn’t share it on my blog.
I couldn’t remember why I decided not to tell you about him…
…and I couldn’t remember why there weren’t subsequent hookups.
I remember where he lived, that the sex was good; I remember his cock and I remember that he was the most amazing kisser!!
So amazing that, of all of the boys/men I’ve kissed since him, only one has even remotely kissed as well, and that’s Dreamboat.
…you know, if you say a word enough times, it no longer sounds like a word… it doesn’t even look like one really…
I am such a hypocrite.
When I am dating (aka: fucking) someone on the regular, somehow I feel it’s okay to get possessive/jealous and not want their dicks to be in any other women’s holes,
yet *I* still continue to “play the field”
I don’t even know where to begin with this one…
First, I guess I could start by unprotecting and re-sharing my last two posts about him:
When I wrote those posts, I had already driven to Colorado Springs to meet My Catfish, proving that he was NOT in fact a catfish, but a real live person with real live intentions.
During our nearly-6-months-long-chat leading up to said meeting, he shared with me some things about himself I thought I could be okay with. Most of them I was… But, when he told me he was overweight, I underestimated what he meant by “overweight”.