Snail Shell
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Hello. My name is Snail Shell and I am a vanillaholic.
It's been 883 days since I was last vanilla.
The other day, I missed my weekly phone call from my mentor, DVNC. I started to slip and I had a hard time making it through the rest of the week. 🙁
It started slowly. At first I walked by an adult shop. I knew the lady upstairs who teaches workshops about leather care in her spare time.
I wanted to say hello, but I was embarrassed and actually a l-little ashamed that I wanted to go inside. I walked away as fast as I could.
Getting ready for winter, later in the week, I turned down a pair of leather gloves f-for *sob* wool ones.
They were fuzzy and rainbow-coloured.
I don't know how I'll live with myself for the next four months. The colours... Snow sticking to them during a snowball fight...
I have to go four months now without the smooth caress of leather on my hands...
The worst was this past weekend. My friends called me up and wanted to go out. They were going to a vanilla dance club.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it would be a lousy time. But something inside me actually made me think 'Why not? It could be fun!'
I spent the whole night leaning over and yelling "WHAT?!?!" to people because the music was too loud. I paid $18.75 for one drink and thought that it was a decent price.
I even *sob*, I'm sorry.......
I even went onto the dance floor and made an ass of myself trying to dance to a techno remix of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'.
I took a girl home that night and we had sex. There.....*sob* there wasn't a single restraint on the bed....
I was more animal than human! *big blubbering ball of boourns*
I'm sorry but I just didn't know where else to turn. I came here to deal with this problem and I hope others will too. With the help of my friends and mentors here on the TMF, I can overcome this problem.
I will ask women I meet at the coffee house if they want a foot massage then and there.
I will practice with the floggers at the adult store on my own leg, in public, where everyone can see.
I will watch six consecutive hours of tickling clips for no reason other than to hear screams of laughter.
I will ask the goody-two-shoes looking girl at the mall if she's ever worn PVC.
I will look at the Disney posters on display at the Toys 'R Us and think about how badly Tinkerbell needs a spanking.
I will make fun of Ray's walker without remorse.
I will learn how to tie eight dozen different knots without enlisting in the Navy.
I will learn the difference between leather, PVC, Neoprene, metal and rope.
I will not be afraid to wrap my hand around some sweet young things throat because she loves it as much as I do.
I will feel more at home in a dark, deep dungeon than at my own parents house.
With the help of my friends here, this, I know I can achieve. 😀
Fish are friends. Not food.
My name is Snail Shell, and I LOVE YOU!
Snail Shell
It's been 883 days since I was last vanilla.
The other day, I missed my weekly phone call from my mentor, DVNC. I started to slip and I had a hard time making it through the rest of the week. 🙁
It started slowly. At first I walked by an adult shop. I knew the lady upstairs who teaches workshops about leather care in her spare time.
I wanted to say hello, but I was embarrassed and actually a l-little ashamed that I wanted to go inside. I walked away as fast as I could.
Getting ready for winter, later in the week, I turned down a pair of leather gloves f-for *sob* wool ones.
They were fuzzy and rainbow-coloured.I don't know how I'll live with myself for the next four months. The colours... Snow sticking to them during a snowball fight...
I have to go four months now without the smooth caress of leather on my hands...
The worst was this past weekend. My friends called me up and wanted to go out. They were going to a vanilla dance club.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it would be a lousy time. But something inside me actually made me think 'Why not? It could be fun!'
I spent the whole night leaning over and yelling "WHAT?!?!" to people because the music was too loud. I paid $18.75 for one drink and thought that it was a decent price.
I even *sob*, I'm sorry.......
I even went onto the dance floor and made an ass of myself trying to dance to a techno remix of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'.
I took a girl home that night and we had sex. There.....*sob* there wasn't a single restraint on the bed....
I was more animal than human! *big blubbering ball of boourns*
I'm sorry but I just didn't know where else to turn. I came here to deal with this problem and I hope others will too. With the help of my friends and mentors here on the TMF, I can overcome this problem.
I will ask women I meet at the coffee house if they want a foot massage then and there.
I will practice with the floggers at the adult store on my own leg, in public, where everyone can see.
I will watch six consecutive hours of tickling clips for no reason other than to hear screams of laughter.
I will ask the goody-two-shoes looking girl at the mall if she's ever worn PVC.
I will look at the Disney posters on display at the Toys 'R Us and think about how badly Tinkerbell needs a spanking.
I will make fun of Ray's walker without remorse.
I will learn how to tie eight dozen different knots without enlisting in the Navy.
I will learn the difference between leather, PVC, Neoprene, metal and rope.
I will not be afraid to wrap my hand around some sweet young things throat because she loves it as much as I do.
I will feel more at home in a dark, deep dungeon than at my own parents house.
With the help of my friends here, this, I know I can achieve. 😀
Fish are friends. Not food.
My name is Snail Shell, and I LOVE YOU!
Snail Shell
