Another sugar revelation

Being tired and sleepless sometimes leads to very strange conversations. I had a late night drink (which is weird for me as I rarely drink, but still… maybe this was the reason for all those revelations) with a friend. Anyway, I told her what I am doing.

This was probably not the best thing to say, but she accepted it. She was obviously shocked at first, but then I tried to explain and it seems it worked more or less. I am not sure anyone is interested in the details (these posts rarely attract any attention and even less questions) and I probably should not have remembered about that by now unless she told me one thing that got stuck in my mind.

She said that to her I seem like another dish on a table for the Daddy. Only dishes need a waiter and I serve myself…

Inspirational extremes

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Why pretend? I am ready to admit obvious thing. I am getting some encouragement and inspiration from the net. Yes, puppies, and from you too. Thanks.

It has been a funny chat recently when a friend of mine saw my dashboards and opened links (I still need to think if I should have let her do so) and said that if she did not know me, she would have thought I am a crazy BDSM lesbian aggressive feminist.

It is a great job we know each other for a while. In fact she is one of those people who know about my lifestyle and who I can be open with. this is a rare and very important feature for me. We had some time to talk it over and I tried to explain why I need all that.

Devil’s advocate

I am not really in a position to be complaining. In fact, I am quite happy to have the life I have. It has its ups and downs and is certainly not advised here in any way.

However, there are these moments, when I am strongly opposing anyone trying to blame me for anything. I had a friend visiting me. She is actually not a friend of mine, just a second relative of someone I knew ages ago in that weird place where I had my first troublesome experience.

Nevertheless, I was asked if she can stay for a couple of days because she is totally alone in the city, needs some place and does not really have much money to stay in a hostel or anywhere else. Anyway, I let her in.

Back seam stockings 2

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Following the discussion above, I am slowly making up my own mind. And yes, I admit, it has changed after what you have said. Thanks, puppies, you are perfect teachers. I have not yet managed to ask anyone else about the seams. But I am collecting ideas and adjusting my apparently frozen mind trying to open it for something which seemed so old and yet it turned to be so new.

I still think that a straightforward seam is outdated. Let us be fair – it only comes from those good old times when it was necessary to connect the sides of the fabric. All it refers to now is a flashback of those times. Yes, my Daddies are slightly older than me, but hey, not by that much. They do not remember crinolines and whalebone corsets (which I would secretly prefer, but that is another story). So I am shifting to a more playful seam.

Back seam stockings

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Here I am again with another funny discussion. Let me know if I am exploiting your tolerance too much.

It all started with a friend first and then shifted to crushing and disturbing my mind. I was visiting a friend of mine and we were having that easy talk we all are so familiar with. A discussion about movies (why do I remember that so clearly) then suddenly slipped to stockings. She said she has got a new set which her partner is totally knocked out by.

I certainly wanted to see it. You can not really forget about such a mighty weapon, can you?

Girly talks: educating yourself

Many thoughts have been given to the underlying of sugaring. Not pretending to be an expert I should say that I believe it is vital to offer something extra to your relationship. Your Daddy must get an impression of the jewel he has. And this is not supposed to be your curves or gymnastics in bed only.

In fact it is quite the opposite. It is easy to get to the horizontal stage, but to make him remember anything else but your boobs and butt is a more difficult task.

Men are like fish to some extent.

Girly: discovery

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Here we are! Never thought I’d meet one, but it turned out someone I know sleeps in a bra. It turned out all of a sudden (as most such things are) and I know one girl who is doing that.

She says she is fine and comfy. And she does have a smaller cup size than me. Honestly I tried. But I can’t do it. Too much pressure, no freedom and just not the right feeling to get any rest. I just can’t fall asleep.

And at the same time I do feel nearly naked sometimes if not wearing a bra at daytime.

So I guess it is just a matter of being used to. But still having my own boobs and not willing to do a surgery I still think I’ll stick to freedom at night.

Girly talks: Fashion aside

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Did you mention the return of the high-waist jeans recently? They are somehow back even though I hoped they were gone for good years ago.

Yep, tastes differ, and I do personally know quite a few people who look absolutely gorgeous in a pair like that. But I also see some people who’d better forget about this forever. It is surely none of my business: as long as people are happy wearing a potato sack – I am fine with it. All I feel tense about is a complete lack of thought when something becomes trendy.

Girly talks: trying to be smart

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Yet another session has come to an end. Super-seriousness is proclaimed a wrong idea, but to share it here some history has to be added.

Imagine a nice girl. Certainly not stupid, but very reserved. Scared to make mistakes (for many reasons including not being taught how to deal with the consequences). Anyway, she is dating a guy and she is so afraid to do something wrong that she is always so tense that he starts to feel it too.