I have had the privilege of being very horny lately, so after jerking off a little too much I decided to bust out the old chastity cage. Which I love, except for every single practical thing, which I hate. I did a stationary bike ride and my poor balls wanted so very desperately to run away from their trap. Owie.

My brother had a kid, and I'm visiting -- I didn't expect it to be so emotionally taxing. All of us weird kinky people have sacrificed the 'easy' road of confirming to forge our own path, and it can feel very lonely...being a great father gets you accolades from everyone around you. Being a good dog just means people stare.

Being a dog: even better when there's more dogs!

It's Fursuit Friday! Don't forget to post bondage.

Step 1: lock in gear
Step 2: tie up
Step 3: rub belly and praise profusely

Being at a sex party and not having sex brings up a lot of funny feelings. It's hard to take those feelings without judgment sometimes, like, what's wrong with me if "everyone else" is so turned on and I'm just not. I know it's brain goblins to feel bad about it, but...at the very least I wonder what is the right playspace for me and my buttons?

Suns out buns out

Oh my gosh drying off in the sunshine

Fursuit bondage! Can we have it all the time please?