A special note

I wanted to post one quick note today that I think is crucial. It's crucial, because I think it says a lot about how I became such an open person.

On Sunday during IML, I realized it had been far too long since I had spoken to my mother (over a week which is REALLY long for us). She knew I was in Chicago, but not really for what. She knew it was a big leather event, but that doesn't mean much to her hehe. I texted her and told her I would call her from the airport on Monday. So I called her waiting for my plain and she asked all about the weekend. She didn't ask for many details, but clearly she wanted to be supportive. She even asked me to send pics I took from the weekend (some of them;-)). When we were saying goodbye, she said this to me:

"Congratulations on going out and finding what makes you happy".

Thats right, folks, my Mom is amazing.

IML Overview

Well, I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick I'm afraid. I pushed myself a little bit too hard this past weekend, and running around in naught but a jock strap in the chilled market probably wasn't great for the old immune system. Still, I think it was worth it.

My first IML was an experience, to say the least. It had all the elements of any good weekend; laughter, tears (will explain later), incredible orgasms, good friends, good food, and plenty of booze! Over the next few days I will start writing up more vivid accounts of my weekend and it's exploits. For now I thought I would just post some pictures of me and the people who made my weekend everything that it was. Thanks to all of you! Miss you already ^ _ ^.

Jesus. God.

Just got in from IML.
Fucking exhausted.
Bed now.
More to come.

And now for something we think you'll really enjoy!

So there hasn't been much to report lately. It hasn't even been an issue of being busy really. I was home visiting the fam for a week wherein NOTHING happened (and I don't just mean nothing kinky). I have been in NYC for two days and have had two french lessons with Bob (but its so beautiful out that we just did them in central park instead of the bondage idea). I saw Greg, which was wonderful. But nothing really screaming to be posted.

However, tomorrow morning I head to Chicago for my first IML, and it is certainly shaping up to be an epic, of sorts. Truly, all the elements are in place for an epic on scale with "Gone with the Wind" or even The Odyssey. Of course I will be having all sorts of hot play, heavy laughs with some new and old friends, the adventure of exploring something so vast on my own, and the drama of seeing David again for the first time in 9 months (which I realize now is almost inevitable since I will be working the recon booth). Not to mention, Greg will be there. We agreed to go separately, since going together would really limit the experiences we could have. Still, it will be interesting to see how well that works.

And to top it all off, one little leather boy is about to turn 22! Can you believe it? Let's face it, twinks are old by twenty one, and ancient by 25. So I better get my kicks while I'm still young enough to get them! hahahah Still, as I go through my twenties, I hope to experience a metamorphosis of sorts. I'll go in a cute young twink, and hopefully come out someone more handsome than cute, maybe grow a little chest hair, with the maturity of a boy who is fully in touch with his submissive side. Until then, I intend to live up my youth! HAPPY soon-to-be-BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! ^ _ ^

Never been fucked

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