I’m sure most of you have seen the Human Sex Map creation of Franklin Veaux

Well lookie at what I found …

The Map of Online Communities…

… worth a chuckle hehe. Looks like I am more of a south person than a north.

I am quite curious about the “Here be Anthropomorphic Dragons” territory

… anyone wanna go exploring? *chuckle*

Pain screaming inside her head bought her to her senses rather violently. A hand over her mouth to deafen the squawks being emitted as the haze of sleep lifted. Her eyes wide only caught a brief glimpse of black coming towards her as a blinfold was roughly placed over her eyes. A ball gag quickly followed suit, pushed into her mouth before she could protest.

“Shut it bitch. No talking. Do as you are told and well, I might be forgiving, but then perhaps maybe I won’t. ” The voice not quite clear in her half awake haze.

Rope is roughly tugged around her wrists, brought through her legs and pulled tightly across her cunt,  behind her, around her breasts and back behind her back and tied tightly. No room for movement unless she wanted a reminder of rope rubbing across places that burned wet and wanting.

Her brain trying to digest what the fuck was going on. What time was it? Was it him? Or was it a stranger? Panic sets in. Heart beats. Cunt twitches. Skin shudders, goosebumped.

Her nipples harden as she feels cold air assault her skin. She feels vunerable, small. Rough hands push her forward. She can feel grass beneath her feet, still wet and cold from the early morning dew. She is pushed into a car and told to stay down. Footsteps walk around the car and she hears him get in, door slams, the radio turned on with some crappy 80′s pop playing. Is it a nightmare? Is it real or is she still sleeping?

It seems like eternity, he doesn’t say a word. She lies on the backseat of the car whimpering, cunt still twitching. The rope digging in and causing her to moan partly with discomfort, the other desire. The car stops, he gets out, she can hear him opening the door next to her, a muffled yelp as he drags her by the hair, out of the car and impatiently over gravel which digs into her soles causing her to groan a little more.Then grass and what feels like fucking sticks poking and prodding the soles of her feet causing her to jump about and remind her of the rope digging into her clit with every movement.

She loses balance as her pushes her forward, unable to put her arms out she panics. Rough wood greets her breasts and knees. She is bent over some form of table from what she can work out. She feels cuffs being attached to her ankles, hears chain and feels it being looped and pulled tight, legs apart. The rope is loosened and replaced with more cuffs and chains and her arms are pulled forward over what she now assumes is some form of picnic table, pulled tight she cannot move. A hand fists itself in her hair, head yanked back, hot breath in her ear a voice whispers.

“We are going to play my little whore, I am about to give you one of your wishes right now.”

A finger runs down her back, nail digging in, she groans again as it finds it’s way down to her wet, wanting cunt. She grunts as the finger is removed and replaced by a hard cock, slamming into her. The blindfold is ripped off. Sunlight peering down through the canopy of trees blinds her. She blinks inbetween the violent thrusting, disoriented, horny, drooling she looks up to see a secluded area in the forest, no living soul about.

Just her chained to a picnic table in the middle of nowhere and him having his wicked way with her.

The joy of working at home means when I want to take the day off I can. We have friends coming over for dinner tonight and “pick meee” I am cooking. I am kitchen wench today.

I love to cook. I love to try new foods and experiment in the kitchen. Fresh herbs, the aromas of cooking always give me that “homely” feeling. Family all eating around the table, good food, wine and laughter and warmth. Essential ingredients in my life. Nom nom. I spent this morning cooking the first part of tonight’s feast.

Beef, bacon, lashings of garlic, onion, fresh herbs make the first part …
all sauted and cooked in it’s aromatic juices.

Lashings of red wine … merlot … nom!

Beef stock, mushrooms, more fresh herbs, grated zucchini, a little bit more wine and the meat mixture added in
… six hours later …

accompanied by fresh sourdough bread with lashings of butter,
roast potato, kumara, carrots, zucchini, garlic cloves, onion

…we feast.

Wanna come for dinner?

Meanwhile I’m off to do some housework.
A wench’s work iz nevah done.

It’s a great thing to have a big family environment. Lotsa people about for hugs and cuddles and chewing the ears off each other. The weekend was full on with a friend up from my old home town on Saturday night. We drank a bottle of wine and a bit each and got rather tidly, listened to music and had a good catch up and talked the ears off each other till 3am in the morning. It left me feeling a wee bit tired and fragile on Sunday but I was in a good mood.

Molten, Velvet and I had snuck off on Saturday afternoon shopping for a couple hours and ran amok in the supermarket being complete sillies. Even at one point a random guy telling Molten to “just ignore them” referring to Velvet and I being silly buggers down one aisle. Hehe good old society … please refrain from silly behaviour at all times in public. Mebe I do need a shirt that says “Out on a day pass” to excuse my less than respectable unproper behaviour. *snikker*

Sunday afternoon Velvet came and hung out at home and then we both hung out with Molten later on that night. The result … one fecking happy, tired mauled horny wolfie.

…fecking norty kitties need their claws clipped. I do so love a good mauling

I feel all squee.

Then omg … for the past week or so when I have got to the point of “fuck I need a wank” … do ya think I could? Sick kids, people home.

Gah. Not so great in a big household when there is never a moment alone long enough to turn on the noisy hitachi and have a good old screaming orgasm.

Today … opportunity times three! Omg the house is empty quick … pants off!

First one took all of less than a minute with my rabbit.

Second one oh yea a good leg freezing throw the hitachi off the clit cause omgtoofuckingmuch orgasm. And hell the third one was oh yea lets be greedy and use the rabbit and the hitachi  and have “just one more cause I can” orgasm.

I feel all happy now. Sated.

After being attacked with claws and teeth and having my ass spanked and other mind fuckery yesterday I soooo needed a good release today.

I’m thinking my hitachi is going to get a wee bit more use hehe. It’s most definately one of my favourite toys now.

Scrap that, it WILL get alot more use.

Right more work to do for this wobbly legged girl now that she has sated an urge or three.

Yes it’s a rant …

Intellectual ~ A person with a creative mind who studies and reflects and thinks himself out of a basic knowedge of who he really is. A person who is devoted to literary or scholarly pursuits. A thinker- someone who reflects and asks or answers questions involving a wide variety of ideas. Loves ideas, books and the mind.

Snob ~ Characteristically, snobs look down on people who have qualities which they regard as inferior, or flaunt their attributes which they regard as positive in order to make others seem inferior.

I fail to see how someone can assume such an in your face statement as an “intellectual” snob isn’t going to rile anyone’s feathers. This comment was directed at a few people in a group on Fetlife. Why? Because they can write, read and spell, some of them quite impressively can use big words too that I have to sometimes google. I’m not gonna ask them to dumb it down for my benefit either. That’s what google is for after all we are on the interwebz. And perhaps because the hint of the use of a spell checker would help in deciphering this poster’s numerous threads that have the grammar skillz of an ass. There I said it. I haven’t up until now out loud but hell if you want to throw tomatoes be prepared to catch a few yourself.

The term “academic snob” was used in another thread also. Again, just because someone has an appreciation of grammar, correct spelling and the likes and yano they like to use big words on occassion.The term “snob” was used in both cases. After watching, and reading the ongoing dribble that has been spewing forth it became plainly obvious the persons doing so were feeling like the underdog or perhaps personal issues clouding their judgement and causing them to see something that wasn’t actually there nor directed at them.

And to make it even more funny they go starting posts to bring it all up not once but over and over.

I left the group today. I damn well know I am one of those referred to as an intellectual snob. Whoopdee doo I can spell. It’s not about writing now is it?

I love to write, read and discuss things online and offline. Writing is a huge creative outlet for me. I pour my emotions into erotica and poetry, I write a blog daily. And I do pretty well. I am far from academic. I stayed at school as a kid because I lived in an emotionally, physically abusive home. School was a haven for me although my studies failed badly as I was so screwed up with all the shit that was going on. I did well in English though. It was one thing I was proud of as a kid. I wanted to go to university but it wasn’t financially viable back then, it still isn’t now. We were what is referred to as white trash.

I left home and ended up hanging out with less than desired dregs of society referred to as druggies and gangs and bikers. Surprisingly, well actually not really these people were some of the most emotionally and intellectual people I have ever met. They had life experience. More than you can ever gleam from a book.

It was a tough world. You sure as hell didn’t act academic around those sorts or you would find yourself the brunt of everyone’s wrath. People didn’t like to be made to look stupid. One had to have wits. Luckily I did okay and perhaps some of that supposed “intelligence” I had kept me pretty safe. In the safety of my room I devoured books. I went to work each day and came home and generally kept my wits about me. I have never stepped foot in a university nor a tertiary type school ever. I didn’t have that option, I left home at 17 and never looked back, straight into work.

Reading as a kid was a form of escape from the horrid upbringing I had. Art and writing were the two things I could escape to when I needed some happy stuff. There wasn’t alot of happy about in those days. I spent years drawing tattoo flash for friends, gang members. I got shit whenever I was found with a nose in a book so it became a solitary thing. I spent years reading about law so that my friends would stay safe. I used my wits to survive. When I hit my late twenties I looked back at the last ten or so years and I hated myself. I wanted better. I didn’t want to be like the family I had come from. So I put my nose down I studied, I learnt new things, I devoured knowledge about new things I wanted to accomplish. I made some goals and I never once stopped to blame anyone else for any of my own failings. I fell more than I walked but I got there. I worked damn hard at the job I had. I went off and begun a business with an ex partner.

You see I’m not academic. I don’t class myself as better than anyone. But I do appreciate the written word. I love to express myself through writing and I am damn proud of my accomplishments. I worked hard to get where I am at. One day I want to write a book. I am damn proud of dragging myself out of that gutter and doing something about it.

Do I take offence to being referred to as an intellectual/academic snob.? I sure fucking do. Especially when it’s totally inappropriate and completely off track. I also got bought up to stand up and say what I think and not fear bullying tactics or any other assy behaviour. I was taught to be honest to myself and others. I was also taught that when I fell off to get straight back on that horse and go again. I bounce. It’s a good philosophy and one I live by.

Think about it just for a second. Do you really think it’s your actual spelling people are needling you for? Or perhaps its not that, perhaps it’s something much bigger than just how you spell or use grammar? If you want to be taken seriously quit fucking whinging and do something about it in a positive manner.

If I was a snob I would look down on you and look at you as inferior. What the fuck do I want to do that for?

I don’t care, half the time I try reading it and give up. Whatever issues you have … they are yours to own. I don’t need to nor want to be involved with any of that. Keep it to yourself.

Again. Think about it … is it really the spelling? Treat people how you want to be treated. If you treat people like shit, well kinda obvious ain’t it?

Here’s a new word …

Perception ~ In philosophy, psychology, and the cognitive sciences, perception is the process of attaining awareness or understanding of sensory information.

Yea I do read a dictionary from time to time … so shoot me. Call me a snob. I don’t care anymore. I’m over it.

I will not apologise for using my brain. For having a love of the written word nor for being honest.

Asshats.