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Guyyyyys.

I don’t wanna jinx it.

But the Southern Gentleman is planning to be around during the holidays and he is taunting me about conspiring with Sir to plan a really sexy, really kinky threesome and and and and and.

Christmas miracles are real.

Thursday Thoughts.

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  • I woke up when I was supposed to, did some work, rolled back over, went to sleep and had a really violent nightmare. Lesson learned.
  • Sir says that if I spank him, I’ll just start to complain my hands hurt and then I’ll flip me over his knee and give me the exact number back. And then he called me “little one” for like the second time ever so I was pretty in favor of that conversation.
  • We also had a really frank conversation about him finding a masochist secondary and I was very open and so we’ll see how that pans out. He wants to take the whole thing slow, both for my benefit and so the hypothetical lady in question isn’t just pigeonholed into his fantasy of something. So, yeah. We’ll see.
  • I was jogging yesterday and I tripped over absolutely nothing and skinned my knee, proving I am absolutely 7 years old. 
  • Here are pornhub comments over stock photos. You are very, very welcome.
  • Everyone should be helping to devise a plan to take me to cat island.

When a Sadist Dates a Little, A Typical Exchange

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(Please note that I have a safeword and if I truly was not comfortable with this, he’d totally respect that and refrain from doing it.)

Sir: I made a strap that’s like a mini paddle.
Me: It looks owie.
Me: Dun wanna.
Sir: I get to use it on you when I visit.
Me: Nuh uh! You can’t. No ouchies. Not allowed.
Sir: No whining or you’ll get it for sure.
Me: No!!!
Me: No no no.
Me: [My stuffie] says no.
Sir: I think I’ll strap you every day when I visit.
Sir: Build up your pain tolerance.
Me: Nooo! You can’t every day!
Sir: Start with 10 and then work up to 30.
Me: Nuh uh.
Sir: Sorry, kitten.
Sir: You know that my word goes.

Hmph.

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Me: So I kind of had dirty thoughts today at the gym about you, me and SG having a threesome.
Me: And you like fucking me hard from behind and directing him to fuck my face.
Craftsmate: Aww, look at that, Sweetheart wants all the attention from the boys.
Me: Hmph, stop.
Craftsmate: Aww, did I make your little cheekies red?
Me: Stop ittttt.
Craftsmate: Don’t think it’s gonna be easy like that for you. Just because there are two boys you think they’re both going to fuck you?
Me: Uh huh.
Craftsmate: Maybe we’re going to make you sit by the TV and spread your cunt.
Me: YOU’RE SO MEAN.
Craftsmate: And during the commercials we’ll take a few looks at your slutty hole all dripping wet with need.
Me: Nuh uh.
Me: It’s not fair.
Craftsmate: Yeah? Well, then you’d better dress the part. You know how slutty clothes can get you some attention.
Me: I’ll dress really slutty, I promise.
Craftsmate: But honestly I think the best role for you is to use you as a service slut to kneel on the floor while we drink and watch TV.
Me: It’s not fair. This was my fantasy.
Me: I want all the attention.
Craftsmate: Girls who are greedy for attention often end up with none at all.

Quickies in New York: Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls

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Quickies in New York: Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls

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There’s a strip club on the 23rd floor of an office building in midtown. It has a name that’s something like Ms. Smith’s School for Wayward Catholic Girls, and it’s exactly what you would expect it to be. One stage has two long rows of lockers with an open shower at the peak. The other has two…