Who’s the slave?

I've been having a bit of a think of late. A think about many things, but mostly about my ego and my general inability to put the One who should go before all else, where he should be: First and foremost. He is a prominent part of my life, but I usually have to look... Continue Reading →


Dying a thousand deaths

You might have noticed that as of late I've gone quiet. For once in my life, I've got nothing to say. I was wondering whether this was a good thing or not. On one hand, it could mean that I'm happy because I have nothing to vent about (and my blog is, afterall, my tool... Continue Reading →

The orgy

Our Saturday night was an orgy of tandem bottie spanking, boobie milking, pony-on-pony, girl-riding-girl-spanking-boy, crotch-in-face, bum-licking, cupping...and that was all before midnight! My outfit for the evening: Where I spent a great deal of my evening: Something new I can now cross off my list: Unfortunately, due to a corrupt memory card in the camera,... Continue Reading →

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