Or rather, on my back. But coming in and playing with me at night is just new and different. I completely didn’t expect to get told to strip and lay down on the couch. He put the hood on my straight away, had the bondage in place really quickly. Then left me. Then he’d come back and fuck me. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I think he got turned on futzing around with the videos. Finally, the long needle scene is up on the porn store. I even watched the preview, which is the most I’ve seen of any of them. I can’t believe I didn’t need to be tied up to have both of those damn things put through my tits. He’s still got some of those needles, and every time I see them it makes my stomach turn. Eep! I wish he’d put them far, far away.

I was dorking around late last night, thinking about how to answer a question someone put in that box on the left, about purple alligator. I googled around and found things like “purple fucking alligator” all over the place, attributed to “unknown author”. I think I wrote that essay sometime in 2000, because I said in it that I’d been fine for 10 years. Kind of cool to have something I made up become part of the kinky lexicon!