Old Words and A Violent Birthday

Woke up early to clean and shop. A bundle of nerves, but no expectations. We’ll just hang out, have some food, and see where things go. He seems agreeable to some type of violence, and eager, even. As eager as Continue reading Old Words and A Violent Birthday

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Day Seven – Favorite Toy

What’s your favorite toy? That I own? That is hubby’s? That is his? That lover had? That I’ve seen at a play party? That exists in this great big world? Just one? Oooh, so many choices. Rope, the leatherman, the Continue reading Day Seven – Favorite Toy

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