“Do you want to go a round?” “Yes.” He had the jute in his hand and on his belt. He let me smell it, natural smell – not hemp, but not synthetic or horses, either. Holding it, he looked me Continue reading Jute, Nipple Clamps & Tears
I saw the strap swinging out of the corner of my eye. I looked, was it really there? Was it really the suspension strap? Oh gods, please say yes. I rushed out to see them with the extension ladder, Continue reading Flying Again
What would you Do with 300 feet of hemp? Make a nest of it, probably. The smell of hemp makes me float. Heavy, earthy and sweet. I could curl up in a pile of it and be content for days. Continue reading Hemp