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Most of my dungeon play is as a bottom; pain and discomfort are an integral part of my recreational life. And in some of my other hobbies as well; I can't train, run, practice gymnastics, and rock climb regularly without the occasional injury. In fact, sports injuries led me to BDSM, purely by happenstance! A runner's high is an endorphin release triggered by sustained high effort exercise. The addition of pain from a source unrelated to the exercise (one that doesn't disrupt the constant effort), in my first case, a couple of bee stings to my forehead in a 10k race, deepens and extends the d… Weiterlesen

My name story is a little bit interesting and a little bit cute. Let me tell you a super-short story: My father was Leonard Golosa. My mother's maiden name was Elizabeth Leonard. Had I been a boy I would have been named Leonard Golosa Jr. But I wasn't. My Mom vetoed Elizabeth Golosa Jr. because she hated some of the nicknames that accompanied Elizabeth and refused to saddle her daughter with them. My Dad vetoed Leonard because they might still have a boy and he wanted to name his first boy as his Jr. So, in the fine spirit of "creative compromise" I'm the one and only Leonara… Weiterlesen

I do have an almost dark somewhat detailed fantasy. It begins with my being restrained spread-eagle on a wooden floor or lashed to a Saint Andrew's Cross swung almost flat and being power rotated. I'm wearing a spider gag, 60 dBA + noise reduction headphones, and an absolutely lightproof hood. My hands are splayed with every finger tightly restrained, perhaps by old-style cable clamps screwed to the floor or to wood clamped to the cross, and my exposed palms are wearing bicycle tire rubber bands decorated with string knots. Similar bands are around my arches with my shins totally immobilized… Weiterlesen

I do have a near-fetish attraction to freckles. My favorite, most enduring, but rather unlikely fantasy is to be moving around in a puppy pile and encountering a thoroughly freckled body part. I lick around my lips and ask, "May I?" and the owner responds with "Go for it, girl!" When I start licking at the hollow of the owner’s neck, some of the freckles taste like high cacao dark chocolate, others like complex, buttery caramels. They come off like chocolate sprinkles from a soft serve ice cream cone, but soon regenerate. A nice long lick, from navel to ear lobe, coats my tongue with a tas… Weiterlesen