Well, That's Different.

I was in the Shop like every day and one thread turned to sex, the good ones usually do. This spawned the conversation about different fetishes. It was requested I make a post about mine, here you go.

*Disclaimer: This post is going to get wicked weird and personal. The weak heart need not read further. I also want you to keep in mind in no way do I force any of my interests on the unwilling partner. I've gotten pretty good at quieting my interests.*

The Post Where I Get Way Too Personal

This post is going to be decievingly short. I feel like I need to put my page break way near the beginning just in case I have a few touchy or young readers. Believe me, this post is not going to be about my cute kitten. At least not the one on the My Life page. So be forewarned that this post is not intended for the light hearted.

Have you ever had a completely random, slightly anonymous romp in the sheets? Well I have. I mean, I must have or this post would've been wicked short. This is going to be the recounting of my most recent encounter, and quite possibly the hottest.

The Witching Hour: The Explicit Version

It is now 1:34am and I should be sleeping. I have last minute shopping to do in the morning as I haven't gotten my brother a thing. Thank god I'm single, I couldn't handle another giftee. He'll most likely end up with a video game and I'll end up with a new pair of shoes. Because I deserve that little extra.

So what am I thinking about at this late hour? Well, what else would I be thinking?! If you know me at all, you know the answer. This is just going to be a rant adding to my previous post. But it has been three months afterall. A girl has her needs!! Fuck dry spells, and fuck people around here. Seriously, beauty standards don't change that much across state lines.

*Caution: This is about to get pretty graphic*