... or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.
Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!
Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!
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| 'We' are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of 'us' has to succeed, doesn't she? |
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| You ever had one of those dreams? When you're naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can't speak and you can't seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and... and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment. |
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| She's been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it's just not very... fetish, you know? So she's been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier's 'arrestor hook' system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I'm afraid, so I don't know any more details than that. |
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| Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one 'scene' might spot a reference here to an earlier post. |
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| Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can't she just do her own beating up? I'd go for that. I'd even pay. |