Blue Sky Thinking

Jump to Comments

I’m in America. I am, really.

I feel okay telling you this - even the crazies - because America is quite big.

There is this man called Mr Blue Sky. I wrote a bit about him before. He’s older than me, more experienced. Clever. Writes the prettiest emails without using caps and with an elusive kind punctuation I think he might have invented to seduce me.

He is - and I have said this before about other men, but I really do mean it this time - the greatest submissive in the world. His one flaw is the part where he has selfishly decided to live on a different continent from me. Although, catch me at the right angle and I may tell you that that’s just another bit of his perfect.

But right now, we are on the same continent.

He also knows about and reads this blog so writing that about him is really quite embarrassing.

I’m not here to meet him. I’m here for work. We did talk about trying to marry the two. But I really am stupid busy and the way I feel about him, meeting him without a clear month and a suite booked in the nearest palace of pain (okay, hotel room with *me* in it) would just be annoying.

And you know, the sad truth is, the world is not *arranged* so I can have so much perverted unnatural sex I collapse on the floor a spent desiccated husk. I would have noticed.

We tell each other things. That might sound lame, but it is really very nice. I do start a lot of relationships through online, but I am not one for cybering about. I don’t usually make advances to men in other countries, because I don’t see the point unless you are going to be within spanking distance within a few weeks. This whole Blue Sky thing happened by accident.

But I tell you all this as a long way around to telling you that I am lacking  a proper update today. But, as it involves very little work on my part whatsoever, I do invite you to peruse my archive. Which is full of good and clever things about  how femdom elevates women while at the same time grinding them into the dirt, which is, if nothing else, quite remarkable.

And hence – my remarks.

* 

Or go visit Hot Female Dominant Utopia. Why I picked to go to America instead of there really is a mystery to me

15 Comments

Filed under Blue Sky, everything is broken