Month: January 2011
Wanton Wednesday – A Mouthful
More from my weekend in Chicago. If you recall this post, you will remember that I started the afternoon tied on top of a desk, with a ballgag in my mouth and a cage on my head, waiting for W’s friend to arrive. W released me from the cage soon…
For the "It's So Wrong" File
As I hinted about in my post on APL, it doesn’t matter how down and out I am (or carved on and stitched up) I can’t stand to be around W for more than…well, hell, a couple of hours before my brain has turned to mush and all I want…