Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Double dog dare I'm hesitant about writing about this in here, especially since I never know who's reading this. However, someone has "challenged" me to write about it...'cuz, you know, if you can't be honest in your blog then you're not using it properly. If anything, my past experiences tell me I'm a submissive. I sometimes try to paint myself as the helpless victim...but truth be told it turns me on. It's what I want: a guy who takes over all control. A far cry from everyday Leah. Any attempts by others to try and tell me what to do is met with utter defiance. How often does some random stranger single you out and get you off with their hand? Then again, if it was a common thing society would be in a heap-load of trouble. (Is heap-load even a word?) No kidding the streets wouldn't be safe. It also shows in my choice of erotic material. I enjoy reading stories/watching "movies" of non-consent and control. Before, I co

"Let the sunshine in" So let the sun shine in Face it with a grin Smilers never lose And frowners never win So let the sun shine in Face it with a grin Open up your heart and let the sun shine in Does anyone else remember that episode of the Flintstones? For some reason I can remember it quite well. I recently saw a tshirt with Pebbles and Bamm Bamm playing their instruments with the quote "let the sunshine in" printed beneath them and I HAD to have it. The sun has definitely been shining here lately. I wish winter was truly over, but we can only be so lucky. Mijo's going to NYC for St. Patrick's Day/his spring break. I'm unbelievably jealous. I hope he eats a knish and a cannoli on my behalf. Oooh, and a 24k gold donut, too! I don't know if he'd do "touristy" things like I would, so we'll just leave him to the eating. I'm so out of loop in the blog community, I feel like the hermit-ish old lady who holes up in her house

It feels like only yesterday You know I've been too busy/lazy to write when even the bastitch posts more frequently AND more recently than yours truly. It's almost 1 a.m. and I'm rocking the pearls my godmother gave me for Christmas simply because I want to. A necklace made of freshwater Japanese Biwa pearls, thankyouverymuch. I may not have a keen eye for spotting a Mikimoto pearl but all I can say is my pearls rock. I've never seen anything like them. I've heard that a pearl bracelet (whether real or fake) is a nice *cough* prop for "manual" stimulation of a guy. Since mine are all different shapes due to their freshwater-ness I doubt they'd do the trick, but it's not like I'd appreciate using my necklace for that purpose anyway. *sigh* I'm all "Asian fetish"ed out for now. I can't be motivated to respond to J-Man's diatribe. Instead, I'll answer some of my comments: Des mentioned that she didn't know w