No, it was horrid.

I am employed, thank goodness, and I love my jobs.

I'm a freelance writer and I manage blog content for EdenFantasys. Which means I work from home. Spoiled, I am.

I am half of a D/s relationship. I'm an owned slave.

Rayne is awfully androgynous. I think I'd be Rayne either way.

Nope. I'm owned.

Sometimes.

Rayne. What? Rayne's perfect for pretty much any fictional character! ;-)

I had this awesome orange/lime cupcake with raspberry frosting. Hands down my favorite.

The first time, no. The second time, probably. But at that point, it wouldn't be over infidelity. It would be over the obvious lack of interest my spouse has in our relationship.

If I weren't currently in a monogamous relationship, yes.

The making out and heavy petting. I'm a sucker for high-school-esque make-out sessions in the back seat of a car. And being teased is so often as fun as intercourse.

Each morning I wake up and M and I are still breathing and in the same bed is the happiest moment of my life. D'aw.

"Absotively, posilutely, without a doubt no fear. Not even a little bit. ... Okay maybe a little bit."

Because autobiographies should have long titles. ~nods~

I do, and I love it.

I'm not really sure how I got lumped in with Epiphora, considering I really don't know her and tend to disagree with her on pretty much everything.

I'm also completely baffled what "bitter, mean attitude" you're talking about. Perhaps you could enlighten me?

And as for my weight, I'm hot just the size I am. So I doubt I'll be asking anyone for tips on how to lose weight. :)

Lol. I haven't. And I'm flattered. M and I are currently on a monogamy stint, but if/when that changes, we might just take you up on that. :)

I listen to music and cuddle up with my master. There's nothing some time in his arms or under his whip can't fix.

This is a hard one for me. I'm pretty blessed. But I think the one thing I want more than anything is to meet all the awesome people I've met online. So I guess a get-together of all my Internet friends.

Snap judgments. Based on anything. Some people who come across as total douchebags are really good at heart.

Even I'm guilty of making snap judgments though.

Fucking scared. That would be insanely bizarre. And I'd be wondering how the hell I survived temperatures hot enough to melt silicone, glass and steel.

But what you're really wondering is if I'd freak out about not having sex toys, huh? Nope. M's cock, mouth and fingers are the only sex toys I *need*.