Well, there I go again, neglecting my blog. I’ve been so busy and preoccupied with things that I missed two things: this is my 202nd post, which means I’ve gone over the 200 mark, and on July 20th, it was my blog’s anniversary. Despite the fact that I haven’t posted as much lately, I still think I haven’t done too badly… I remember when I first started, I read somewhere (I think it was Tom who said it) that many, many blogs die after a few months. I was determined that mine wouldn’t be one of those.

And here I am, over a year later, still alive and writing. It’s been a good adventure, one that I hope I will pursue for a long time. Of course, now I can’t have sex without thinking of writing about it on my blog.

The only really aggravating thing about having my own little kinky corner of the Internet is the amount of spam I get. Today, when I got back home from work, I had the pleasure of finding 251 new emails in my kinkunleashed account. There were 146 spam comments to moderate. Seriously, wtf?

But let’s talk about kink, that’s more interesting. As you know, I’ve pushed it aside these days, waiting for Boy Toy to come around and beg for it. Which he still hasn’t done, by the way. It’s nice to take a break and all but this one’s getting DAMN LONG! And I can’t seem to be able to remain completely “vanilla”. Once in a while, there’ll be a hint of D/s flavor in the air. Take this weekend: we were showering (yes, again with the shower!) and I decided he would wash me. And shave me. So I stood there and instructed him on how I wanted it done. Then I made him sit down in the shower and I had him lick my pussy. Or maybe I’m just crazy and that IS a vanilla thing to do. Who am I to say?

Last week, I went out with a couple of girls from work and at one point, one starts talking about this idea of theirs but the other seems reluctant to tell me about it. Finally, after making me promise not to mention it at the office, they tell me they want to start a business, selling whips and masks. I have no clue how serious they were about it, it sounded like some half-serious, half-joke plan one comes up with during an evening of drunken conversation. What I do know is that I impressed them quite a bit with my ideas and suggestions… They kind of looked at me differently, after that. I guess that I look pretty innocent

Well, that’s all I’ve got for tonight. Sweet dreams!