Craftsmate and Penthouse once made a little joke, much to my chagrin, on a certain tinychat about how people would read and write fan-fiction about them.
Or slash-fic. Whatever. Whatever the fuck this nonsense is called.
Either way, I refuse to let my sex life be co-opted into freaking spinoffs. No. No. No. No. No.
I hope your celebration was memorable. You can of course wear your party hat as long as you’d like. š
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This came from the always blush-inducingĀ whyexactly.
And I might be blushing like crazy.
Whatever.
So, last night I wore a ballgag for the first time.
Craftsmate had just made me a blindfold and I was over at his place messing around with the floggers. I tried flogging him while blindfolded and then he flogged me back, not blindfolded, with significantly more success.Ā
He made this ballgag and I was super impressed with it, so I asked him to make me one. He warned me that it makes you drool uncontrollably after four and a half minutes and I told him I could totally outlast that.
And I did. Although I did eventually wind up drooling just about everywhere while I was sitting on his floor ballgagged and blindfolded and awkwardly trying to communicate with him. Because talking ballgagged is hard, tumblr. So it was a lot of hand motions and laughing and drooling.
She whined a lot about how gags made her drool.Ā
He decided to indulge his inner engineer and come up with a solution.
Of course, now she’s just going to whine about the terrible taste of damp fabric in her mouth later.