Random Glimpses into My Life

An IM session: Emmy: What should I write a blog about? I’m at a loss. Give me a topic.TL: Hmmm…Emmy: It’s not easy – see. 😉TL: Yeah….But nothing ever happens to me!Emmy: Like I have a lot that happens to me? I’m just opinionated.Emmy: And verbose.A bit later….Emmy: You disappoint me. I figured if ANYONE…

52 Weeks of Erotica – or Pimping for a Friend

X and I have not only had some fun together, but have become good friends. Despite his lack of blogging (lack of time to blog mainly), we remain in contact. In other words, I am lucky that I get to hear all about his adventures – and he hears mine.  He told me a while…

The Great Music Debate – Continues….

A few weeks ago, Garbanzo and I examined the local alternative radio stations Top 94 Alternative Artists of All Time list.   The station asked it’s listeners to vote on who they thought those artists should be. Based on the votes for the artists, they assembled the list.  They started at #94 and have been revealing…

Trouble Getting Doughnuts

“Shit! He wants to come with me!!” The excuse for how he was going to make his escape had backfired. They had gotten back from the concert, and X went in to take a shower. His friend went to bed, so he thought he was going to have any easy time making his escape.  I…

Planning the Sex-scape

Out of the blue last Friday, I got a text message from X. “I’ll be in town on the 28th of October”“Of October or November?” (I thought he had mistakenly put in the wrong month.)“October”“Really? Why?”“Concert with a friend. In town for the night.” My heart was pounding at this point.  I had expected it…

HNT & Letters from Seattle

This is what I wore under my dress before meeting up with Confessor X last Saturday night.  Garbanzo finally got me to buy a pair of boots. Dear Babeland,Thank you for having such a large selection of lubricants for us to test. The ability to feel each kind, understand exactly thanks to your easy-to-read coding…

Meeting The Confessor

Friday night, we got together with Confessor X, as he is known on his blog.  X and I met about 5 weeks earlier after I landed on his blog and made a comment.  The comment turned into other comments which turned into chats and emails and phone calls. I knew after I made the decision…