What are you looking for?

I am always looking for ways to enhance our world...

I have created a little poll over there on the sidebar, in which I hope you will take a moment to vote.

I am curious about what it is you want out here in the big world wide web. Where does your cursor go first? What juicy tidbits do you seek?

I know for myself my desires have evolved over the years and I don't frequent the places I once did. I also know that there are a few places I could not live without!

In other news I have started another series on Dragonfly Geisha called The Bride, which I hope you will find titillating and perhaps even cum worthy... I'm not sure how far the series will go, I have to say I am having a great deal of fun with little Emmaline, and the ideas for her... erotic evolution are flooding my mind (and my panties).

I am finishing up the book and have started the editing process... (as the layers of this tale continue to unfold, truly having a life of it's own)...

xo
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Dear Uncle Agony...

A wonderful friend of mine, Pygar, has recently started a new site called Uncle Agony. When I first saw the title I thought for sure it was a place where he was going to share with us his more sadistic tendencies!

Apparently, Pygar had been receiving a great deal of mail from folks seeking advice and support and he thought it time to share. I think it's a brilliant idea, and am a huge proponent of sharing stories.

And here I thought I was the only one who went running to him with my tears....

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I think what bothered me the most about that stranger's phone call is that her sentiment was something I harbor about myself in the darkest corner of my mind. It was unnerving to have it wrenched out into the open and recorded on my cell phone. Even though her voice was unknown to me, the words were not. In fact, the words she used are words, when said to me by another, would send me zooming in so many ways. Maybe it was the way she took those precious words and used them to spew her hatred.

We are often hardest on ourselves in life. Far more punishing than even the cruelest Master, which is why I think we seek that external control at times. I have often said to Him that I pray his dominant strength is stronger than the sadist in my head. I work very hard to control those thoughts. I don't mean to insinuate that I am self-loathing, but I am a bit of a perfectionist, and tend to demand that of myself. I will not accept limits for achievement, and know that I can always do better.

Sometimes it's best to just ride out the emotion and then move on, and that's what I am doing about that mysterious call.

I do feel, however, as if the other shoe is going to drop... let's just hope it's not one by Vivienne Westwood, and not dropped on my head.

Thank you for your kind words of reassurance and love.

10 seconds...

That is how long it took for a stranger to throw my world into a tail spin. One message, a venomous, angry message from an anonymous stranger letting me know how much hatred I have inspired in them. So much so, they found it necessary to call me and tell me, or leave a message for me to find. I truly can't imagine who would say such a thing to me, but it was someone I know because they said my real name. I can't imagine why they would say what they said, since I am a fairly private person, and certainly keep my vanilla and chocolate chip mint lives quite separate, but perhaps I've been careless. I don't know. I just know that I feel threatened and wounded and frightened.

But I guess that was the point... sigh....