Take a letter.

It pleases me to say that the elegant and ravishing Naughty Secretary finds Urban Roguery worthy of NWS reading. Let's hope for her sake that her boss isn't watching...

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In the confessional.

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Under the roses and eucalyptus.

If you're looking for a post that will excite you, get you off, or otherwise entertain you with ribald tales of sexual bliss and joy, you may wish to ignore this post.

These last few weeks have been so tumultous, so drastic, so challenging. It grieves me deeply, even deeper than previously, to say that it seems that Shayne and I are over after all. The playful poll, submitted after she asked to have me back after an earlier break-up, has been removed because, well, to not do so would be in poor taste.

I love Shayne very, very much. To my shock and horror, I have compromised her trust and health and now face the real consequences of a terrible mistake because I was too stupid to know better. To have so hurt my best friend, especially when she stood on the threshold of committing herself even further to our relationship, is something I will never forget and will not forgive myself for.

I do love you, Shayne. I hope things can improve between us in time. I stand here for you. I miss you already.

Titillated, happy, and afraid. Good.

Shayne: Read your blog. You fiend. ;) And I voted.
Me: How did that post make you feel?
Shayne: Titillated. Happy. Giggling. In love. Starry eyed and fearing for my flesh. ;)
Me: So far, your nibbles are very safe from torture. ;)
Shayne: Ha
Me: Yeah, youre right. I'll likely have my way with em anyway.
Shayne: Oh haha
Me: One reader wants me to be gentle. Several want your ass.
Shayne: Can't decide who I like more...
Me: I have a mind to tug you leashbound to Galleria Domain if public spanking 'wins.' But poker is catching up... I wonder if Annie would be interested... ;)
Shayne: Oy!

Like Shayne, you may enjoy reading the post below. Afterward, certainly respond to the poll at right: you can vote for as many selections as you like. Let's make her pay dearly, shall we?

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Let there be consequences.

You may have very recently read how, during our trip to see each other last week, Shayne and I broke up. The last few days gave us both some time to think, and I smirk playfully to myself when I share with you now that the saucy little tart has asked to have me back. Isn't that sweet?

I love the wench, and of course I took her back. So, we're together again, and that means that you, you shameless blog-reading voyeur you, will likely get to hear more tales of how she sucks my cock, takes me in her darling ass, gets fucked against the wall, and spanked into a reddened, sniffling state.

But let's be fair to one another here, you and I. Shayne's brief departure from my bed threatened our mutual pleasure, did it not? Wouldn't you have missed more sordid tales about this tomboyish slut? I'm sure you would have.

So, ever one to try and turn a setback into an advantage, I'm going to shamelessly invoke some Top privilege here. I think that little miss hussy deserves to experience some personal consequences for her temporary moment of insanity. Don't you agree? Yes, I think some public humiliation of some variety is in order, and rest assured that once it's been delivered (and, mind you, it'll be a little while before we get to see each other again) I'll make it a point to share every detail here with you.

So share your thoughts. Comment. Respond to the new poll. My tongue is in my cheek when I say that we, you and I, have a right to get some satisfaction out of this tawdry, naughty girl. Wouldn't you agree? Further, she deserves to have it displayed for our mutual fun. Should she be severely spanked? Should she be forced to blow me without regard to her knees or her tender throat? Should she wear her schoolgirl uniform and get birched in the woods? Something in public? Something in a dungeon?

What does the saucy, repentant Shayne deserve?

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Shayne's hangover remedy.

After a night of way too much rum, I had just wobbled my way into a Starbucks and was alternating my attention between a book and a barista's lovely little ass when my cellphone chirps. From 500 miles away, Shayne's nimble wee fingers are talking to me.

Shayne: On Sunday, a man on the street told me I had nice legs. I want you to kiss lick and bite these gams until i'm sighing & languid.
Shayne: And i want to kiss and suck your gorgeous strong arms, palms & fingers.
Me: Starbucks. Coffee. Lowfat turkey breakfast sammich. Woozy.
Me: And horny. Checkin out bums. Horny and woozy sucks.
Shayne: Ug... poor baby. Smoking grass always helps my hangovers. So does greasy food & napping. And giving head.
Me: Sucking cock cures hangovers? Hm. Maybe, instead of laundry, I should go to the porn theatre and give it a go...
Shayne: Not really. But i'd love to suck your sweet hard cock today.
Shayne: How many times a day would you ideally have sex?
Me: Youre just trying to kiss 'n make up with me, hussy. Just how easy you think I am? ;)
Shayne: No really tho. How many? And... well... maybe that's part of it... but we didn't get to screw NEARLY enough while together. My very much bad.
Me: Bad girls get spanked. ...I go thru waves: I'll want it twice a day, at least 3-4 a week, then will cool down and not want it much for a week or so. You?
Shayne: It's been so long since I had a regular sex partner that... i'm not sure. But if i could have sex before breakfast and dinner every day or two i'd be one happy pixiegrrl.
Me: Hrm. I wonder if -you- sucking -me- would cure my hangover. I bet it would, and I'm not even greasy. Slightly salty maybe...
Me: Id love to burst in your mouth.
Shayne: Mm. I'd like that too. Sucking your dick is so gratifying. I really love doing it.
Me: Tell me why. Tell me how I feel, what you like about it.
Shayne: I like feeling you grow hard in my mouth. I like sucking your head like a lolly. I like looking up at you from a sub position. I like stroking your balls, feeling them go from soft to wrinkling & taut.
Shayne: I like the clean salty taste of your skin. I like how you instruct me & respond to my learning.
Shayne: I love your gasps, stroking my head while i close my eyes and get wet from the pleasure i'm giving you. I like the messy saliva on my face. I luv tasting ur cum.

~ thumbs Bell Canada, Drunken Teen Orgies.

The cat from the condo.

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