Ersatz-Love

I’m marginally interested in Fetish stuff. Not like wanting to get whipped by the heavy ball chains wielded by some Helga wearing a Nazi uniform. Well, not really anyway (I supposed there would be some kind of catharsis evolved there). I’ve pierced my nipples (I had to take them out because of jail but that’s beside the point) and I don’t have an O gauge Prince Albert.

Although I like tattoos I have none. I have instead, more than one scarification (next time you see me you can trace the marks of stigmata on my hands and feet), including my name in Tibetan cut into my leg (a different rock band, a stupid tour; crazy time had by all).

Now, our Alex JD he’s the one who openly wears his interest in dominance and submission – guess which role he divines pleasure from. If you’re right he’ll smack your ass and make you call him daddy. If you’re wrong, he’ll smack your ass and make you call him daddy but you won’t enjoy it. He wins either way though.

Or our Jonathan; you wanna get that boy off, show him a girl with glasses and a pony tail. Make her blonde, and he’ll call you from Cuba next week.

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