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How ya feelin?
Hot hot hot!
Well, unless you’re in, I dunno, Svalbard or somewhere… New Zealand, maybe. But here in the UK it’s a hot, hot bank holiday (that’s a holiday in which everyone in the country dons a bowler hat and we all play at being bankers – it’s heaps of fun), so I thought a little ex tempore, al fresco and pudendo pessimus post, featuring sunny days, might be in order.
Male readers: if you are in the UK, bear in mind that temperatures are expected to reach 34 C, so if you’re not fully employed in vigorously fanning or bringing iced drinks to members of the superior sex, do make sure you’re wrapped up snugly with a padded latex hood and locked away in some stifling, airless box full of mosquitoes so you have a thoroughly miserable time, you worthless excuse for a human being.
‘Long enough’, I hope.
Rest assured: you’ll get your chance to express your opinions, too. Desperate pleading and heartfelt gratitude foremost among them.
Important learning point here. Being a kindhearted soul, she deliberately kept quiet, when he spilled her drink a little while setting it down, just so the poor chap wouldn’t have to suffer a further flogging. And then the idiot did it again, later in the afternoon! Spare the rod – or the bullwhip – as she ruefully admitted to herself, watching him writhe and shriek in agony, while waiting for a turn with the whip herself.
Dogging is another British custom. It mostly takes place in summer, like this, but if you’re a sub visiting London, ask if your Mistress can organise a dogging session for you and I expect she’d be happy to, at any time of year, as long as she can wrap up warm. It’s a good way to meet lots of locals, if you’re travelling, albeit rather briefly and not necessarily seeing their faces.
Sissy logic. I mince, therefore I am.
It must be very distressing for her, poor thing.
2 thoughts on “How ya feelin?”
Dogging sessions just prove once again that sex for a woman is fantastically much better than it is for a man. We women go much harder, last far longer, and get many more orgasms than you silly men. I go full blast with my whole feminine being, while you men just get a punny limited orgasm.
Such Is Life,
Rosita
Dogging sessions just prove once again that sex for a woman is fantastically much better than it is for a man. We women go much harder, last far longer, and get many more orgasms than you silly men. I go full blast with my whole feminine being, while you men just get a punny limited orgasm.
Such Is Life,
Rosita
Wild Swimming . . .
Speaking from experience, swimming in a cock-cage is not especially problematic. Especially one of those lightweight, laser-printed ones ftom KINK3D.
It’s wearing the Speedos that’s rather humiliating.
PP