Sexuality Happens

I have a good friend out here. I’ll call her KW, which she has cuttings of on her ass. It stands for Kinky Whore of course. I love her to death (she’s the one that took pictures of my ass and back for your pleasure).

We were out the other day (same day I bought a leopard print cover for my love sac), and here are some choice tidbits:

Me: I wanna go through the Tunnel of Love! I’ve never been on a love tunnel!
KW: Es, you ARE a love tunnel.
Me: All of me, or just my vagina.
KW: *loooooong pause* All of you.

Me: I have this horrible catch-22. When I’m not getting any, I’m horny all the time because I need to get some. When I am getting some, I’m horny all the time because I just never turn off.
KQ: Dear god. I would hate to see you in your 30s when you reach you peak!
Me: Were you this horny in your early 20s?
KW: No, I didn’t have sex. I was married.

Some of the many many many reasons I love her :)

Also, she’s gone kinky shoe shopping with me, helped me plan my entry into pro-domming, taken care of my kitties while I was gone, and so much more.

For further entertainment, I bring you bits and pieces of a group conversation via email:

BB:I went home and cried too! Then masturbated with my tears!
EE (me): Dear god, the visuals I’m getting. I’m trying to write erotica here people, and you’ve ruined me for the day!
BB: Well don’t waste those tears girl!
EE (me): Hitachis aren’t water compatible.
MT: I am peeing my pants!!!!
(can you use that, too? Ha ha ha hahahahahahaha)
JD: OK that it, I’m getting a new email address. This one’s dirty now.
EE (me): We could clean it up for you. I’m sure I could find a little slave boy to clean it with his tongue.

Somedays, I really do genuinely love my life. I had a talk with my massage therapist about recurring injuries from domming, the above conversation with people from Roller Derby, a discussion on whether heteronormativity was in the dictionary, and why Word doesn’t recognize cunt, but does accept ass, cock and dick, and more. These, my friends, these are the days of your lives.