Thursday, 11 February 2010

Smack My Bitch Up

It's been a long time. Too long. I am sorry for my absence.

After the passing of so much time, I am sure that you are all eager to hear what became of Alistair, of the Ex, and so much trauma. And as you might expect, there is a veritable banquet of angst, awkwardness, and sheer "no fucking way-ness", all delivered with laughter in mind. Because if you must endure the lows, you may as well learn to laugh at them.

But I shall save the story of that naughty boy later.

I have been a very busy lady indeed, and my life has been veering down all sorts of surprising paths, and almost all in a good way. I have so much to tell you, and a nice big slice of it consists of kinky antics and general showing-off... And some tall handsome strangers, here and there.

For now, I shall say this: I am sitting on my beautiful four-poster bondage bed, in my new home. I am all alone, and calming myself in preparation for the night ahead of me. At 7.30, I am about to handed a nice wad of cash to submit to a well-known Spanish Dominatrix and her husband. Did ya see that coming? Did ya?

It will all happen in the dungeon of a man I went on a date with a few nights ago. He is well known on the London scene, though we never had a chance to meet before now. His apartment and equipment are fantastic...

And lordy, I am nervous.

If they like me, we will have another session tomorrow.

So, ladies and gentleman, a new career beckons.

And for those of you who are slightly horrified right now. Firstly, don't be, as I am doing this for no other reason than because I want to. Secondly, I have a more mundane venture to report back to you next time you check in. Although maybe check back later tonight, because I will try to give a report, post-play.

1 comment:

  1. I am already settling in waiting for that post play.:) Your life is just an endless fascination, woman!


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