Submissive in Seattle

Blathering

I’m Scared

Sometimes. Sometimes I’m terrified and sometimes I’ve got a cool certainty that all this is alright, and good, and safe. Usually I’m more confident about things when I’m with Tavi. The more time we spend apart, the more worry seeps in, the more I think about the myriad possible negative…

More role conflict

I’m not sure if this is going to be interesting at all, it’s more of the same old thing I’ve been writing for a bit, however, if down the line I write about doing some things, I want my readers to know that I’ve been doing all the requisite consideration…

Na, na, na, na, Assman!

I’ve always thought of myself as an assman. Not that that is primarlily how I identify myself, mind you. But I have always found myself in agreement with the poet Mixalot, when it comes to the desirability of a callipygous form. Lately however my boundless appreciation for the female form has swayed…

An Infinite amount of Dommes

I have this thought, that with enough time the right woman could get me to do anything. I tend to think that people are capable of anything under the right circumstances, and I wonder how malleable I would be in the hands of a woman that really knew how to…

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