Archive for November, 2005

Mother may I ?

My thoughts seem to be of late on a fateful sex act that was committed back in 1969 < I am thinking sometime in late January, early February>. The result of which is My most decadent self.
Most people shudder at the idea of their parents having sex, I actually contemplate it alot wondering if it [...]

FAIR WARNING THIS POST IS WAY OFF TOPIC FROM THE NORM!

For some reason today, I have been revisiting some old painful thoughts and issues with the fact I am adopted. Most of the time I stalk about proud of the fact I am a bastard and wear a suit of armor that protects Me from [...]

Sex is Poetry…

Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it – our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal – Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the [...]

You know when you are taking those questionaires online and one of the questions they ask is about what turns you on in the opposite sex? My #1 answer is never there. Yes I like eyes, and the shape of a mans mouth, nice strong hands, good hair … these are all things I like [...]

Today I got to play with My absolute favorite type of client, a true Pain Slut! ! ! ! ! ! !
It was an absolute delight! ! ! !
I enjoy all My clients for different reasons, but when I am with someone who craves pain as much as this gentleman did, Well it just gets [...]

Flying duck sexual positions

This was the Google search someone was doing when they came across My site, and this blog.
Just ponder that for a moment everyone … Goddess knows I will.

Sphere: Related Content

I got nothing … I have been so overwhelmed lately I feel that I have no energy left to contemplate what I would want to post. So consider this sorta bringing everyone up to speed on the madness that is Mims daily life.

IF you are coming in late to the game, the pod cast I [...]

Happy Birthday

This Sunday marks the 36th year of My birth… Not sure how it crept up on Me. My last memory is of being 26.

It is finished

The move is done, we are in, set up and slowly putting things in their places. Went easier then I thought, all things considered.
Lessons learned…
snake tank is a very very heavy thing to take down stairs and almost crush oneself with.
Next time we move, we are paying a moving company to move us.
Make sure cats [...]