A Collar You Could Wear in Front of Your Mother

I can’t be the first person to wonder if Cartier’s Love line of jewelry, which has been reintroduced after originally debuting in the 1970s, was designed by someone kinky.

Another City, Not My Own

It was a last-minute decision to attend the convention. It was out-of-town, and might not lead to any new business. But as long as I would be in town, I could meet with another client. And it gave me a chance to spend the night with him…it had been nearly two years since I’d been single and we’d been able to spend the night together.

I Have a Play Partner :)

Let’s just call him Mr. P.

P is for Pleasure. And Pain. And Play Partner. And Oh-My-God-I-Want-You-Grab-My-Hair-And-Force-Me-To-My-Knees-And-Fuck-My-Mouth-With-Your-Cock-Until-Tears-Run-Down-My-Face. (Yeah, I realize that doesn’t exactly start with P, but I took a few liberties.)

We’ve seen each other twice. Both times I did things I’d never done before, and I loved it. I haven’t told him I’m blogging yet, so I want to refrain from getting into too much detail until I do. (Yeah, I know I’ve been blogging for two days and have no readers, but still… *g*)

Remember that itch I just couldn’t scratch? I scratched it alright…scratched it so hard it left bruises!