Let me preface this by saying I love to cook and will happily spend hours in my kitchen, baking, creating, trying out new recipes... what have you. One Sunday evening, I decided that I should really cook something, perhaps fish, that was languishing in my fridge before it went bad and decided to make salsa to go with…

calling the former commander of the USSR Theodore Roosevelt

While I agree with a lot of your points, breath play can be done safely, or at least reasonably safely. But only with a lot of negotiation, trust and informed consent. As a practitioner Of P.R.I.C.K. (personal responsible informed consensual kink) I trust my dom to safely chock me during play, but only for seconds,…

I thought Rimbaud was a homosexual French poet. 

But wot if...the drone was solar charged.

As if people haven’t been booing entertainment since the damn Coliseum.

I read that last hashtag as #savorbabies

Also weird, rather than gross! Years ago, when I was living in Brockley, my then-fiancee and I were on a night bus. We were mostly alone, but a man in an army uniform, carrying a bottle in a brown paper bag, got on and sat behind us.

They’re such sociopaths, they fuck to the ‘Arms of an Angel’ SPCA commercials.

But I bet being alone with a salad is the only time she laughs.

The Deplora-Boys

She’s been slacking off with her commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Oh man! I’m glad he got some help. When i read that the lights went out and you where in pitch black i had to tell myself “the writer didn’t die they wrote this story!”. Glad it turned out to be ok.

This needs more stars. I really love your way of telling it!

This is both scary and sad! I hope that poor man got help.

Just stopping in without reading a damn word, but as I was scrolling by and said “Cotton Underwear.  Huh, that’s a strange name”

They’re not all innocent. Have you seen the way some of them dress? zyg-hoes.

Into the blue again... after the money’s gone... my god, what have I done?

And you may ask yourself, “How do I collude this?” And you may ask yourself, “What oligarch paid for this large automobile?” And you may tell yourself, “This is not my federal cell.” And you may tell yourself, “This is not my contemptible life.”