Just came back from 5 days of adventures at a lifestyle retreat called Camp Crucible, where I helped demo for quite a few classes, including my friend Lew Reubens' myriad of rope bondage classes, as well as playing "patient" for a class titled "creating a medical nightmare," taught by the super intense FifthAngel.
All I can say is - HOLY FUCK.
While helping Lew with his classes was more than a pleasure (most fun was getting strung up upside down by one foot for his advanced suspension class, and watching everyone ooh and ahh over my ability to be so bendy with such little rope), volunteering to demo for the class taught by FifthAngel, and the intense bdsm scenes I experienced that weekend was more indicative of my personal goal for the trip - to see if I could jump back into intense play with both feet, and still swim the waters.
And by god, I can still swim.
I feel totally rejeuvenated.
All I can say is - HOLY FUCK.
While helping Lew with his classes was more than a pleasure (most fun was getting strung up upside down by one foot for his advanced suspension class, and watching everyone ooh and ahh over my ability to be so bendy with such little rope), volunteering to demo for the class taught by FifthAngel, and the intense bdsm scenes I experienced that weekend was more indicative of my personal goal for the trip - to see if I could jump back into intense play with both feet, and still swim the waters.
And by god, I can still swim.
I feel totally rejeuvenated.
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husband told me that after reading my dads email he felt so emotional that he felt he HAD to send you an email telling you how much he loved you and us really and didnt judge you and us lol
gosh.. he is a keeper that one
speaking of love letters... oh wait you're not at home yet....
I love you too.. so here is my love letter to you....
roses are red violets are blue if you're real good I'll let you eat my poo
and i'm glad that you are rejuvinated!
[Edited on Jun 07, 2006 6:24PM]