I read on fetlife about a "fetish", yeah you know, those you add there just because they're funny, and that fetish inspired me to write this entry. 😉
The fetish was "being a good girl with a dirty mind".
And I laughed when I saw that. xD Because it feels so much like me. 😛 I mean, I'm a good girl. I work when I can (with children, I might add), I'm aiming towards driver's license, I have really good grades from high school, I have had many different jobs through the years and I'm a nice girl overall. I don't smoke, I seldom drink, I've never tried drugs, and I really make sure to be protected if I have sex.
As if that wasn't enough, I sing in a church choir. 😉 Soprano, even. Which is the voice sounding most innocent. xD
But take last week for instance. Thursday evening I sang in the church choir. Then I went home, and booked tickets for Friday. The official story: "I was going over the weekend to see a friend". All fine. All good. Completely good girl.
The inofficial story of what I did friday evening was visiting a friend who I also happens to be my 'ler. Who I also refer to as my Master. And he refers to me as his slave. I spent (the end) of the evening being wrestled down, tickled, spanked and sexually stimulated. And that was sort of the light start of the weekend...
xD
So, Santa...Do good girls with naughty minds get Christmas presents too? 😉
X'P
The fetish was "being a good girl with a dirty mind".
And I laughed when I saw that. xD Because it feels so much like me. 😛 I mean, I'm a good girl. I work when I can (with children, I might add), I'm aiming towards driver's license, I have really good grades from high school, I have had many different jobs through the years and I'm a nice girl overall. I don't smoke, I seldom drink, I've never tried drugs, and I really make sure to be protected if I have sex.
As if that wasn't enough, I sing in a church choir. 😉 Soprano, even. Which is the voice sounding most innocent. xD
But take last week for instance. Thursday evening I sang in the church choir. Then I went home, and booked tickets for Friday. The official story: "I was going over the weekend to see a friend". All fine. All good. Completely good girl.
The inofficial story of what I did friday evening was visiting a friend who I also happens to be my 'ler. Who I also refer to as my Master. And he refers to me as his slave. I spent (the end) of the evening being wrestled down, tickled, spanked and sexually stimulated. And that was sort of the light start of the weekend...

So, Santa...Do good girls with naughty minds get Christmas presents too? 😉
