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| Poly-Kinky-Switch-Geeky-Gamer
My fiancee and I live in s/w Vermont and have been poly for over two years, successfully carrying on sexual and romantic external relationships.
I'm currently looking for only women to fill the following positions in my life:
Dominatrix (pegging requisite)
Submissive for bondage and sex play
Bottoms for sensation play, my specialty.
In addition I am also looking for people to game with on xbox and people to... shall we say, kinkily draw with. I'm interested in ST or LT fwb and complete NSA meet-ups and even considering a secondary relationship.
Feel free to contact me with any questions, I will be actively inquiring about these voids in my life as they are like severe itches that I'm unable to scratch.
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I am honestly DYING to be dildoed and/or strapon fucked.... DAMN |
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Ella Seven... has gone poof. :[ |
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Ella Seven has been having a very enjoyable time treating me as a sub. I'm honestly really enjoying being her slut day after day. |
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Alright, account updated for the umpteenth time! To all those who asked, while I was gone, thank you very much. The knee surgery went very well, although it's taken wayyy too long to heal. I went through the motions with the USAF anyway, and they basically told me exactly what I was expecting; wait a year and try again. So, for now I'm working an overnight baking shift at my job to keep my ass busy, and taking college courses at the local community college to keep my mind busy :] But otherwise, I'm pretty bored, and VERY up for some IRL gettogethers. Please, drop me a line if you're local and bored! |
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Alright, well, to recap; Roughly in September of 2009 I was out hiking with my ex and tripped on some rocks, fell, and twisted my knee. The MRI i got 2
weeks later confirmed that when I'd tripped I tore the lateral meniscus
of my right knee. The Meniscus is a circular-shaped ring of tough cartilage that the bones rest on, behind the knee-cap. It doesn't take much to tear the meniscus, something as stupid as tripping on rocks or wet grass and twisting just the wrong way can do it. What mine did is not only tear, it flipped under the bone. Since it had already torn, I was able to pop it back
into place, but it was still obviously painful. Instead of going to get
this fixed asap, I kept on working and putting stress on it, making it
worse. And every time I bent my knee too much, it flipped into the
middle of the bone again, locking up and causing a lot of pain.
Between
the first Orthopedist App and the surgery yesterday, I was on Percocet
and Motrin 4 times a day, And adding the first Orthopedist app, the
MRI, the pain meds, and the finally the surgery, I would have racked up
around $20,000 dollars in hospital bills. Luckily, and I attribute God
to this, I found out that I am still on my father's army insurance and
all expenses paid for.
So, come surgery day, I was up at the
hospital at 5am and made it into the O.R. around 11. I remember sitting
there, taking to my dad, getting the IV put into my hand and then being
wheeled into the operating room. After that, aside from about 1 minute
of talking, I don't remember a damn thing. Afterwords, they got me hold
up in a hospital room for the rest of the day, night, and half of the
next day. I have to say, the army makes great freakin food. Can't
really beat free eggs, bacon, sausage, french toast, and hot tea for
breakfast, room service style. All the nurses were really nice too, but
only one actually took the time out to know more than my first initial,
last name, and birth date.
So, I'm home now, with a nice big
bandage wrapped around my knee and an immobilizer strapped on top of
that. And tomorrow I'll be back up to the hospital (1 hour drive) for a
bandage change. For the next 6 weeks, I've gotta take it easy. Doing
physical therapy 3 times a week and taking pills when I'm not doing
that.
Doc says I'll be walking like normal again in 6-8 weeks,
and I'll be able to slowly increase the weight I put on it after that,
depending on how fast I heal. With that in mind, I freaking miss work
like hell. Don't get me wrong, I like laying around all day with no
responsibilities as much as the next dude, but after more than 2 months of doing that, I fucking miss the smell of the bakery :]
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