There goes another exit

I crossed some sex/kink boundaries a while back, woohoo! I've now been fisted for one. His entire hand in my pussy. Mind you, he has small hands for a man, but still, WOW. Also did play piercing, both nipples. Fucking hot.

Aside from that my kink life is still pretty high and dry. Haven't been tied up in forever. Which sucks considering how much I love it. I was hoping that I could get some of that with R, but he doesn't do what he calls "actual BDSM". Although considering that he makes and uses his own floggers, I'm not quite sure what he means. We still haven't hooked up, alas. I need to get tested and checked out first and that's hard to afford without a job. We just keep being intimate though, making out for hours, and we're both about to explode. Need to figure something out soon.

In other news, going to MFF (Midwest Fur Fest) this weekend to work security. Not that I'm a furry, but my local friends are running the security team and it sounds like fun. Plus, it turns out my favorite internet artist Ursula Vernon is going to be there and is actually friends with some of these guys. I just have to figure out how to get drunk with her, which will probably involve not going fangirl all over her ass. Can I do it? We'll see.

Been a while...

... since I posted. I'm going to try to keep things here current. My life has been fairly interesting lately. M and I have broken up. Kind of. He still lives here, we still share a bed, we even fuck on occasion, but aside from some rules about bringing people home to fuck when the other one is here we can pretty much do what we want. Neither of us has actually fucked anyone else yet, but it will happen at some point. Hopefully soon.

I myself am in major (and mutual) lust with someone at the moment. The unfortunate thing is that "someone" is M's best friend in the whole world. He says he's OK with it, but neither R (the friend) or myself really believes him. So we're in a bit of a holding pattern at the moment, but considering that when he comes over and M's asleep we invariably wind up doing some pretty hardcore making out I'm not sure how much longer that will last. We're both eager and worried... I wish I could trust M to actually be honest, rather than telling me what he wishes he felt. But things will go as they go.