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Maggie Mayhem recently wrote about the shocking news that high school kids are having “group sex”, in one of her usual witty posts.

It got me remembering high school, and those memories exactly confirmed what she said in her post

Teenagers don’t have studio apartments. Maybe they have cars, all ages punk rock venues, hamburger stands, coffee shops, dances, parking lots, playgrounds, and their one friend who has parents vacationing in Europe. It’s not like teenagers invented the rule that you had to be 18 or sometimes even 21 to rent a hotel room.

Multi-person sex among teens is also known as, “DUDE! Steve’s parents are out of town and he has a heated swimming pool in his backyard! Party Friday night!”

I lost my virginity (with a boy, that is) when I was 15. My friends had gotten tired of me endlessly discussing my desire to have my cherry popped, and so they introduced me to a nice guy named Kwan who also, it seems, had been endlessly whinging about the same things as I.

He and I went on one date to make sure we liked each other, and we each found the other person eminently suitable for the job. We started chatting on the phone, and decided we actually really liked each other. So the date was set, and off we went, out into nature, for a ménage a sur l’herbe, as it were. A bit of the ol’ al fresco, nudge, wink.
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Originally posted on 16th Feb 2009.

Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with Mr Defeu, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for Mr Defeu’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely (if perhaps surreal) time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of Mr Defeu’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

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So, I’m all alone in Mr Defeu’s and my secret hideaway in the UK, which was not in our original vacation plans, but after three days of solo vacationing, I can safely say I hope I get an extra week of alone-time on every vacation I ever take. When Mr Defeu and I go on holiday, there are always “so many people we want to do, and things we want to see” (as it were), that we don’t leave ourselves the time to really get in the “r-n-r” that was the idea of the holiday in the first place. So I’ve been reading, taking luxurious baths with the windows open letting in the long summer evenings, and just generally doing nothing at all for three days.

Of course, I am missing Mr Defeu terribly, no matter how much I enjoy this little taste of independence and indolence. He’s off for an urgent business thingie, but kindly makes time to call me every evening. (Which, after a day alone, I always discover I wanted and needed more than I knew.) Last night, he was a bit groggy from jet-lag, but gamely listening to my chatter. I was telling him how wonderful I was feeling (finally really recovering from a cold picked up at my sister’s wedding, and from trying to do too much in too few days ever since) and he suddenly said, “It’s the rabbits.”

“Um … what?” I asked, not sure what conversational turning I had just missed.

He explained that the rabbits we’d seen while driving around (myriad rabbits, all over the place) were coming in at night when I slept and … well, I’m not sure what the rabbits were supposed to be doing, because I interrupted him by laughing at a sudden flash of memory, which I of course then needed to explain to him.

Back when I was with A., we dated Tamsyn, and Tamsyn’s then-master. One night, a hot summer evening towards the end of the time before A. and I moved across the country, we were having a foursome evening. This evening just happened to involve good food, good wine, and some “killer bud” that may or may not have been inhaled by all, some, or none of us present.

Tamsyn’s master and she got out of their bulging play-bag a variety of implements, including some pieces of rabbit fur (which back then everyone had in their play-bags, for some reason. Nowadays people are much more likely to have something more useful like a Soft Tail Flogger). As I recall (although the memory is a bit soft-focus, for some reason) I was naked, and the bits of rabbit fur were rubbed all over me. In my intoxicated state, I found this really overwhelming, and began crying out that I was being attacked by rabbits – which only spurred the evil sadists to greater effort! (And they laughed at me!)

Anyway, I am sure that we all went on to an evening of further kinky debauchery, with undoubtedly some spanking or flogging, but it’s that moment of being surrounded by sadists with rabbit fur, laughing and tickling me, that really sticks in my mind and makes me smile.

I have lots of new stories of spanking and other naughtiness gotten up to with Pandora and Tom, and I can’t tell you anything, yet, about shooting with Northern Spanking Institute, or Lucy and Paul would have to punish me in a bad way, but for now, I just wanted to share that happy summer memory….

Just found this in the archives, after a fortuitous bumping into Mistress Tatiana at Wicked Grounds the other day. I really want to work with her (i.e play with her!) again soon…! Originally posted on 7th Mar 2008.

This was a tremendously fun shoot I did some years ago with Craig Morey and my dear friend Mistress Tatiana. I’d gotten this huge box that I could fit into, and it came with pink peanuts! What’s a girl to do but want to climb in?!
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