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About Master T’s Slave. 100 things i am. Monthly Archives: January 2011. And the stress grows…. January 27, 2011. So, Master T started his own business…we are both excited, but the unknown is stressing me out (not to mention the vast amount of $ that is going out without anything coming in yet)…Master has been trying to do more things with me in our private time, but i think that He is also feeling the pressure…excited, but scared out of His mind. Weird writing thing last night…. January 17, 2011.
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April Fools day… | Mtslave's Weblog
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About Master T’s Slave. 100 things i am. Wordpress is working…again…. Will people ever learn? April Fools day…. April 2, 2011. To all the idiots out there…congrats on your day…ok, yes i know how and where April fools day really came from, so no i don’t need you to tell me…. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Wordpress is working…again…. Will people ever learn? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Will people ever learn? | Mtslave's Weblog
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About Master T’s Slave. 100 things i am. April Fools day…. Not able to move →. Will people ever learn? April 27, 2011. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. April Fools day…. Not able to move →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Myrddwn |
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8216;But, You’re Literally The Manliest Guy In The Group! That was the response when I told my friends I have low testosterone. Pinning down exactly what was meant by that statement has been interesting. Is it my appearance? Jeans n t-shirt, long hair, beard, tattoos. Is it the things I do? I cook over charcoal, I am a skilled carpenter, I camp and hike. Is it that I am so very sexual? There is a line, it seems, when it comes to sharing information. But why is this it? So why do we cherish our masculinit...
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A Coffee House |
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For current posts, scroll down. You should know, before you scroll down to the posts that the tagline of this blog is true. In our posts you’ll find frank, and sometimes explicit, conversations about sex, sexuality, BDSM, kink, and polyamory. You might even find explicit erotica or descriptions of sexual situations. We both think this is fascinating and hot. You might not. Be warned: Here Be Sex Dragons. A Nice Pair of One-Night-Stands. Sublime Gooey Goodness →. Put it in your inbox. Put it in your reader.
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Myrddwn |
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Don’t ask me what my sign is, it’s not relevant. I am an atheist and skeptic, a carpenter and writer, a father and husband. If you must apply labels, use those. I am a rational person, not prone to fits of emotion or flights of irrationality, yet one of my passions is fantasy literature. I read and write constantly: science fiction and fantasy, steampunk and horror. I play Dungeons and Dragons. A lot. I even write a little erotica, which I enjoy more than I care to admit. Of, not in spite of, your flaws.
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He’s Touching Her Leg! Oh My Gawd He’s Touching Her Leg! |
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He’s Touching Her Leg! Oh My Gawd He’s Touching Her Leg! I did not like that, not at all. My reaction was ‘Dude, you don’t know my fucking limits, you don’t know if I’m ok with that or not, what they hell? 8217; Well, that was ll in my head. I said some pleasantries, and then went looking for someone I knew to chat with. I knew that was not a healthy reaction, and so it lingered, nagging at me. How comfortable should I be with shows of affection like that? At some point Dante decided he was ok with such ...
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It’s Been a While… or How Many Women Can I Cram Into One Post |
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It’s Been a While… or How Many Women Can I Cram Into One Post. It’s been a while since I have written on here. But it’s time I think for an update. And my wife and I have pushed past one of the major limits we had, so that deserves to be addressed. Lylith dumped me. And so did Nanette. Oh, I’ve not mentioned Nanette yet? I’ll get to that. Meredith, too. This is what happens when I don’t write for months at a time! So that’s about it, that sums up the last few months. A lot of little changes, so...Enter y...
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Unicorn Hunters And Expectations. Again. |
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Unicorn Hunters And Expectations. Again. I’ve written about Unicorn Hunters before. And since then I’ve come to realize there are different types, some not nearly as obvious as the creepy couples prowling Craigslist. Take Cassius and Junia, for instance. They are an open polyamorous couple, with no One Penis Policy, no unfair restrictions of each others behavior, no unreasonable expectations. At first glance, that is. Don’t get me wrong, they are great people! I keep going back there, don’t I? Just Becau...
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A Social Experiment, or Am I Just Looking For Validation? |
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A Social Experiment, or Am I Just Looking For Validation? I had to try this. I called it my Great Social Experiment. To see if I rated well enough to be accepted, and once there, to take a peak into the minds of the most attractive people. I will admit that there was this tiny part of me that wanted to be accepted, to be told I was ‘beautiful’. In the end, I made it by the the narrowest of margins. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. Which brings me to Men Are Bastards. Seriously, there is no mid...