I was a slut a gain 

I was a slut a gain

ho hum...well, some chap upon the internet showed me lots of interesting hardcore porno pictures - well, thats what the internet is there for I say. I mean noo-way it was created by techos 'to exchange university research documents' - like hell! Unless it was for the sexology department ofcourse. Really they had a secret plan to get tons of free porno and all swore each other to secrecy and...came out with something about wanting to get access to ancient manuscipts in the original latin - haa! nice one!

Soo enough of all that setting the record straight - what have I done now, you wonder.

Well, In my sexy lucky fuck-shoes, yep, fuck shoes though why they are fuck shoes is another story I could be bribed into going into some time, but they are high heels and I like to wear them to fuck in which is one of the best things about being a slut - that you put your shoes on to go to bed!
And noone minds!

ohhh yes! anyhow, with my fuck shoes and my micro-mini tarten aka 'i'm raped allready' especially when worn combined, I crouched down and got frigged with my on-the large-size dildo which looks like a penis and is soft but erect. Then there was the thing about the tied rolled bedsheet hanging over the fixed wardrobe open door with a knot at one end for holding and a noose at the other.
Ahh I wondered what that was for...

Soo I stood on this thing and put my head throught the noose and was not not not to grab the noose this time.
Sure easy....gulp.

Here is the safety bit....the other end got slowly pulled tight until it bit my neck an made me make strange noises and I had to step off the thing and soo I um...moved one leg and ok the other and um...hanged.
I thought I would give my legs a good good wave in the air to show what a good girl I was and show off my fuck shoes, so I had a good kick and dance as I choked.

Then I was let down and out of the noose and had my legs open and was given a welcome fuck.

felt a bit in need of love and attention after that in bed and talked of things but my voice was not really up to much speaking.

Soo that was last night.
Now I have a sore throat.

We reckon it is asphyxia induced 'sore where the noose hanged me' syndrome. yep sounds good to me.

ok anyone who says they have been more sluti is not! (maybe not).

Um..I had this idea for a gallows and whispered it....saves the sore voice.(I whisper a lot sometimes) And um...today we built it!
So when my throat is recovered I intend to get lynched from it and have a good air-walk and can-can dance and see if we can get it on digi maybe? Dont thing I'll be posting that though.

soo...think 'hold not tie' when it comes to , you know, hanging the girlfriend.
Thats my safety tip for the day.

XX Sharon