It’s just Friday

It was a little disturbing to sign on to my kinky Twitter account this morning and find out that it was “Fist-f*** Friday (I never got the memo, and I’m not sure who’s supposed to be FFing who, or if you’re supposed to be FFing at all, but rather just celebrating the glory of FFing), but, putting that on the back burner for the moment, it IS Friday, I’ve weighed hard all week, and now I intend to play. As a matter of fact, it would unhealthy if I didn’t. One needs to maintain emotional balance in one’s life.

When one is beaten down by the working world, she must take matters into her own hands and seek out beatings of a different sort. To beat or to be beaten — doesn’t matter.

If things go as planned, tonight I will be caning, whipping or otherwise hurting one of my favorite pain sluts … and one of my favorite sadists will be caning, whipping or otherwise hurting me.

That’ll be at the LIFE party in Long Island.

Tomorrow night, Rad & I will head into Manhattan for the Wicked New York party. That’s a fun party hosted by Sir Master Jay, and I have enjoyed getting to know some of the folks I met there a month ago.

I still have a deadline on Monday, & I’m not 100% sure I’m where I should be with the work, but I’m OK with that. I need the socializing, I need the play. Maybe I’ll see some of you at one or both of these parties. If not, have fun wherever you are.

Happy FF Friday,everyone!

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