Sex & Shenanigans

Okay - decades ago… at a 7-11 on south east Stark street, in Portland… my young mind was forever blown when I saw a guy walk in wearing leather pants, with a flogger hanging from his belt. And in his hand was a leash.

The other end of the leash, went up under the long skirt of the woman following him.

I had to act all calm and casual because my best friend was with me and didn’t know what a kinky princess I am…. but I wanted to be her sooooo bad…. At some point he handed her “her” leash. And she gripped it so tightly! And the look on her face… OMG! Burned into my memory.

And did I mention he was a very cool, professional looking black man? Clearly younger than his white slave woman… it didn’t matter how hot it was outside, and how sweaty I may have been before… I was absolutely dripping…. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Reminds me of the time my wife and I went to an erotica expo... there was a big stink about perversion and blah blah blah (turns out there was one protestor in front of the Javits Center LOL). The whole event might as well have been a plumbing expo, the good stuff all happened offsite at night. Anyway, we're walking around looking at the booths when this woman comes down the aisle, probably six feet tall, decked out head to toe in a latex catsuit, hood and thigh high boots. She may have been on a leash too.I was definitely sweating on that one. And twenty-something years later I still laugh that my wife saw someone from work there!
 
Okay - decades ago… at a 7-11 on south east Stark street, in Portland… my young mind was forever blown when I saw a guy walk in wearing leather pants, with a flogger hanging from his belt. And in his hand was a leash.

The other end of the leash, went up under the long skirt of the woman following him.

I had to act all calm and casual because my best friend was with me and didn’t know what a kinky princess I am…. but I wanted to be her sooooo bad…. At some point he handed her “her” leash. And she gripped it so tightly! And the look on her face… OMG! Burned into my memory.

And did I mention he was a very cool, professional looking black man? Clearly younger than his white slave woman… it didn’t matter how hot it was outside, and how sweaty I may have been before… I was absolutely dripping…. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Sounds hot. I don't imagine you flirted with him at all. You never know!
 
And by the way, talking about the erotica expo... how do you sell a sex swing in your booth without having your model in the fucking swing? I'm still mystified.
 
Sounds hot. I don't imagine you flirted with him at all. You never know!
I am not into pain, not at all. And I recognized the woman, as someone who worked at one of the local businesses I went to. And my friend was with me, who had no idea about me… although years before we had stumbled onto Bettie Page pics… 🤣🤣🤣🤣
 
Reminds me of the time my wife and I went to an erotica expo... there was a big stink about perversion and blah blah blah (turns out there was one protestor in front of the Javits Center LOL). The whole event might as well have been a plumbing expo, the good stuff all happened offsite at night. Anyway, we're walking around looking at the booths when this woman comes down the aisle, probably six feet tall, decked out head to toe in a latex catsuit, hood and thigh high boots. She may have been on a leash too.I was definitely sweating on that one. And twenty-something years later I still laugh that my wife saw someone from work there!
I happened to be at a hotel in Chicago one time that was hosting a Shibaricon convention. I was hoping to see some real shit, but they were remarkably discreet. Turns out we had a bigger problem with the darts tournament also in the hotel. 🤣
 
That was Seattle.

I will never be less smug about my coffee. Coffee keeps me out of prison. Last time I went to the East Coast for a couple of weeks, half of my cary-on was coffee and a tumbler with a built-in French press.

Oh, don't feel bad, you also can't get a decent cup south of San Francisco. Maybe Full Moon Bay.
Nah, just a little weird about it. Oddly there are people in other parts of the country that have also learned how to roast a coffee bean, but you be you.
 
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