Happy St. Patrick's Day to everyone! 

I had forgotten how disheartened I could become from reading through messages from people wishing to make contact with me.  For every one delightful message there seem to be ten which are not delightful in the least.  Why must this distress me?  Why can I not be more like some of my sisters and shut them down quickly and easily?  I don't like hurting the feelings of others, I don't like feeling as if I have been rude, but I feel this way when I have to go beyond being subtle to being outright dismissive.   I know I don't come near to the level of 'outspoken' that some of my sisters achieve, but for me - whose nature is that of 'if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all' - it is very outspoken.  This very thing is what caused me to withdraw from this arena before.  I missed the nice people though, so I came back.  I must find a new way to handle this.

The chilly air once again stirs my desires to play outdoors!  hahahaha  If you read my journal, and it's not too bold of me to ask, would you message me with ideas of how this girl and her Sir could play in the woods?? 

Listening to the sweet sound of rain and so glad to be home again - I have missed my SIR!!!  I love my job, and I love being needed by people, and being away from home for lengths to time only makes coming home all the sweeter!   Now, to find some things going on so that we can go out and PLAY!!!!

The sun is shining but there are still a few patches of ice lingering in spots where the sun can't reach.  What a day it would be for a hunt!   This girl's mind is whirling with images of running through the woods wearing only her sneakers, knee pads, and a lovely fox tail plug while her Sir chases after her.  The shoes are to protect her feet from cuts and the knee pads are to protect her knees for when Sir catches up to her and she's quickly forced down onto her knees.  Perhaps she is made to face him, her face all flushed from the still brisk air and the running, as he pulls her head towards him and pushes his thick cock into her ready mouth. Perhaps she feels his hand pushing between her shoulder blades as she is forced to the ground onto all fours, rocks and sticks pressing against her bare breasts and the side of her face, her ass raised high in the air waiting on his attentions - be it sharp slaps on cold, pale asscheeks or fast thrusts of his fingers or cock into her wet sex!   Then, before she can feel herself taking flight, he steps back and begins to count again.  She knows if she does not get up and run he will find a switch and the "fun" will be over.

What a glorious day here on the coast!  The air is crisp and clear and the sun is shining, and this girl soooooo wishes she and her Sir could go walking in the woods, where she could shed her clothes and embrace the freedom of being naked in brisk air and dappled beams of sunlight dancing through the trees!  Of course, she would need to be warmed up after a bit and hopefully a nice fallen tree could be found to drape a blanket - and a girl! - over so that Sir could turn this round, pale bottom a lovely, bright shade of red!!

Wow!  It's been a long while since I was here on this website, nearly a couple of years, and I must say I'm surprised at the number of folks still put off by interracial couples.  Sad, sad stuff.

Wow!  Apparently people drank too much during that ballgame last night, and got ONLINE while intoxicated.  LOL  Well, I actually prefer to think alcohol the cause of such behaviors rather than to think people are like that on purpose! 

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Saints and Faeries!  I can hardly believe it's been over a year since I posted on here!  Where DID the time go?  Well, we survived another hurricane season, but it appears we won't be having a winter of any real sorts here on the coast, not if the current weather patterns hold true.  And while this one loves for things to get hot and steamy sensually, she isn't the biggest fan of it weatherwise.  LOLOL

Y'all be safe!