I find military tactics, disciplinary strategies and torture technologies to be curiously erotic and endlessly fascinating.

Cannot stroke your cock;

Hand is swollen and quite sore.

Use my mouth instead?

I won’t soon forget the Victory Couch…

If I recall correctly, I made it there twice.

Billowy tufts of newborn grass gleamed brightly beneath a moon meant to wake sleeping gardens and release the colors of Spring… Embraced by a brilliant pale blue hue, I wondered for a moment if it were possible to get moonburn.

Our little black box of lust…

You’d never know unless you knew.

…

Highly recommended.

Really rather amazing when you think about it… The way a myriad of memories can come back to life with one simple sound.

Mine is a locomotive train in the not-too-far-away distance.

Thank you for reminding me.

Monogamy as a fetish…

Perhaps.

For a community that claims to be so very tolerant and accepting, I find more arrogance and elitism among those who are supposed to support each other than I ever could from casual observers.

All I was able to find was pink duct tape…

I hope that will do.

While baking cookies this evening, I found myself grinning at the thought of frosting ball gags on the baby ducks and bunnies.