Found a new favorite!!  So the whorebag finally managed to make it down for a visit...  And this Lady fucked her bitch up the ass for an hour.  So nice!  If I had a real dick, it would have been hard as hell while I watched him suck it.  SUCH a power trip.  Yay!!  Only fly in the ointment was... the sex magic is gone.  Sigh.  He used to make me hotter than hell, but not so much anymore, I guess.  Now it's kind of just like playing with a friend.  I'd most def love to torture his little ass again, but I suppose I'm going to have to go elsewhere to find the whole package if I want more than just a little play.  

That being said...  anybody?

You boys really DO need to come up with a new scam for free cam time.  Seriously!!

Do you REALLY think we're stupid enough to believe that you're refusing to order off our wish list or transferring to Paypal is because you have an account somewhere else and would rather order from there?

All it means is that your girlfriend bought a pair of shoes from VS and you have a copy of the invoice you cut and paste to.  It's been done, fucktard. 

So when we get the confirmation fwd from YOU and not from the store itself, we're supposed to believe you JUST ordered it?  Remember to change the date on it, dumbass.  Or the total.  Or the tax.  Or the time ordered.  You think we don't check?  It's been done, fucktard.

I'm sure some whorebag is gonna fall for it...  Just don't bother to try it here.  I have an account on PayPal and a wish list on Amazon.  Use those.

Ok...  So what gods did I piss off??  Will someone please tell me?  I mean, seriously.  How many times in less than 6 months can one heart break??  And how often do I have to have it continually squeezed over a one month period of time?  Again?  God...  Can I even DO this again?  Is it even worth it, or do I stop it now, before I lose myself? 

He's moving.  His company made him an offer he can't and shouldn't refuse.  Didn't I just live this?  The irony of it absolutely fucking KILLS me.  And should I be grateful... that this time he'll be too far away to remain a temptation? 

It was a dark and stormy night...  Ok, not so stormy...  yet...  but isn't that how they start all the Stephen King novels?  Well, my Sat night turned out to be a cross between a Stephen King novel and Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle kind of night. 

We're heading out for a night out at the Woodshed in the Orlando area on Sat (Me, Lady S, P and M) when we took a slight detour into Stephen Kings world.  2  lane road, no street lights, wooded area and bushes on either side.  When Bigfoot decides to commit suicide by jumping in front of my car.  Why he didn't pick the car 20 feet in front of me, I have NO idea...  but he chose mine.  And alright...  So it wasn't bigfoot, but it was a BIG f*cking raccoon, Ok??  So we're all screaming and there's thump thumping under my car...  Ok...  maybe we weren't ALL screaming, but someone else besides me was, Ok??  Now stop interrupting my story... 

So 30 seconds later, my COOLANT light comes on.  In the middle of...  Somewhere.  Oh sh*t.  So I watch the engine temp go higher and higher, I'm flaking out (I just KILLED something fuzzy!!) and desperately looking for something like civilization before that temp guage hits the red line.  Thankfully one of my BFF's is in the front seat with me keeping my head level.  Ahhh...  Lights ahead!!  Pull over onto a small 2 lane rd next to a nice little subdivision with lots of lights.  Yay!!  So...

We all get out and wonder what the hell to do next.  Where are we?  My friend P crawls under the hood to see of he can figure out what the hell happened under there, and S n M (ha ha, I made a funny!) wander down the road to see if we can get an idea of location.  Made a call back to Davenport, and the cavalry is on the way with a AAA card and a way home.  Yay!!!  But...  They're about 45 min away.  So we wait.  S's new boy was supposed to be meeting us at the Shed, so decided to come and keep us company since...  it seems we were only 5 or 10 min away from the Shed.  Sigh.  So we push the car off the side of the road and into the subdivision to wait it out.  S and her boi, subM,  take a drive to the local 7-11 for some fluids and we decide to make the best of what we can.

I'm eyeing S's boy P (who's name happens to be Pain) and thinking of the bag o toys I have in the trunk and the acrylic cane and thinking, while we're waiting, I'm a bit frustrated and...  Hmnnn.... 

Thankfully, I decide to behave because... 

15 min later...  The Sheriffs dept shows up.  Sigh.  2 squads and a K9 Unit.  Apparently they got a call we were loitering in the subdivision, drinking and partying.

 With my hazards on...  in the drizzling rain...  and the Mountain Dew and Red Bull on the hitch of subM's truck. 

The officer eyes the Dr. Pepper and decides we're pretty harmless.  Although, we did get a raised brow over P's t-shirt that read "Officer I was speeding because A.  I was bringing you a donut  B.  I was going home to watch Cops or C...."  I can't actually remember what C said, but it was enough to get a look and a smirk from the cop. 

And then the rain REALLY starts.  You know Florida downpours...  Oye ve.  But do we all get in the car??  NOOOOOO...  We drag the tarp off the bed of subM's truck, a couple of umbrellas and huddle under those to set out the duration.  And then the lightning came.  So we scrambled into the cars looking like a bunch of drowned rats.  Had a bit of fun watching S try and take offer her leather corset (which was pinching a bit by then) and wait it out.

Help arrives in the form of  a tow truck and a ride home about midnight-ish.  We all climb bedraggled and oddly enough...  still laughing...  into the rescue vehicle and plod back to the villa we were staying at for b*tch pops and a dip in the pool before heading off to bed for the night around 3am.  So all in all, despite everything, we still enjoyed our night.

Until Monday morning when I got the call from the car dealership...  Damn raccoon is gonna have a $1900 funeral.  *sighs*

See...  I TOLD you it was really BIGFOOT!!!

P.S.  The C on Pains shirt said "I thought you wanted to race"

It's kind of sad to realize that a relationship with a parent has been severed so badly, that when you hear they're in a hospital and possibly dying...  You find yourself feeling no more than a brief "Oh, really?  Sorry to hear that." kind of pang. 

How does a relationship recover from that?  Does it ever? 

Feeling a little nostalgic today.  Was supposed to have spent some time w/ a pet I had recently released this coming weekend, and found myself once again wondering WTF happened.  I really hate not having closure...  Why does it seem that those are the things that stick around in your head, despite the fact that those are the ones you want to let go of the most?  I'd moved past the hurt and anger not long after.  One of the benefits of not allowing yourself to get too close too soon, I suppose.  But the confusion still remains.  Stumbled across a t-shirt he had left behind, and it still smelled like him.  I couldn't help but think back to all the "if's".  I suppose they're right when they say scent can trigger all kinds of memories.  So I couldn't help but wonder if I'm the only one with "if's" that aren't solved.  I have the feeling I probably am...  And I suppose I'm going to have to work on that closure myself.

On a more positive note...  Looks like I'm going to have a pet for FetCon.  Yay me!!  *doing happy dance*  A special boy I've been talking with for quite some time (can it really be almost a year?)  is going to have the privledge of being leashed cuffed and collared by me for the weekend.  And as long as the Gods see fit to continue to make me a happy gal, I'll be seeing him again next weekend.  Little sluts into all kinds of juicy little tricks I've been wanting to try.  Poor thing...  agreeing to be my guinnea pig.  *weg*  What fun!!

I used to have a poster on my wall when I was a little girl.  It said...

"If you love something, set it free.  If it comes back to you, it is yours.  If it doesn't...  It never was.

I would read that poster over and over again, every time I walked in or out of my room.  Because even back then, I understood just how true it was.

When did I stop listening to that little bit of wisdom?  When it started getting harder and harder to find people capable of maintaining any kind of long term relationship?  Whether it be simply as friends, or possibly something more.  When after time and time again you make the effort of getting to know someone, only to have them drop off the face of the earth when something new and different came along to distract them for a time?  When the resentments started to grow, because those very same people came back 3 weeks, 3 months later and wanted to pick up where they left off, as if they hadn't taken your offer of friendship and shoved it back in your face for something shinier?  Only to realize when it was too late, that what you had to offer was what they wanted anyway.  Because how do you come back from being pushed aside for the next big thing? 

So it's become a little more difficult not to want to hold onto those who I feel a sort of connection with.  Simply because it is so much harder to actually CONNECT with people on a real time level anymore.  It's almost as if, once you find them, you don't want to let them go.  Because quality friendships are just that much harder to come by.  But what worries me, is it becoming impossible for me to distinguish between those that want my friendship, and those who don't really care?  In wanting to keep those near and dear to me close, am I losing the ability to recognize when it just doesn't mean the same to them?

I've decided it's about time I recognized how wise those words are again...  And start letting go.   To recognize that what I have to offer someone is gold.  And hope that they recognize it too, before they've flown too far away to ever find it again. 

Well...  It's official.  I am now 33 years old.  Although, oddly enough, I'm of the mind that this will be a truly fucking fabulous year!!!  Not sure why, but I've actually been looking forward to double 3's.  Maybe it's just because I like the number??  Dunno...

Also snapped a new shot last night, so yes...  you can see I am who I really say I am.  Although, the hair is a little different.  I kinda like it.  Different is me.

Gotten a few more requests from bois wishing to serve me online.  Now seriously...  I HONESTLY want to know.  HOW will you serve me on a camera?  You can't clean my house. You can't kiss my feet.  You can't bathe me.  You can't cook me dinner.  You can't wash my dishes when I cook for you...  So other than YOU getting your kink on, honestly...  What on earth would I get out of this??  Are you gonna send me a Prada bag?  Jimmy Choo shoes?  Tiffany jewelery??  Unless you are, I am not interested in having you as my online boi.  Of you ARE going to shower me with gifts, then maybe we can talk.  But you'll have to tell me so up front.  Otherwise, I have NO interests in cam or phone Bois.  Puhleeze...  Like I have the time.  It's about my pleasures, isn't it?

Lady K