Hi. It's me.
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Publié :3/7/2010 19h05
Dernière mise à jour :12/3/2011 12h58 165542 vues
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I keep reading how passion has lost or messed up so many of my blogger friend's blogs. Has anyone figured out a way to save their blog posts and comments?
I'd really like to keep all this stuff and I'm afraid of what passion might do.
Anyone?????
Anyone??????
Buller????
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Dinner
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Publié :22/3/2010 12h45
Dernière mise à jour :19/6/2011 19h08 167728 vues
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“Arrive at 5pm sharp. Be dressed to go out for dinner.” That was the entire text message.
I raced to get there on time. I knew if I was late, I would be punished. It’s not that I minded the punishment as much as I knew he would be displeased. I wanted to make him happy. I always felt terrible when I caused him displeasure.
I arrived right on time. He looked me up and down, assessing the outfit I choose for his pleasure. I wore a light pink button down shirt, a black skirt, silky thigh high stockings and 4” black patent leather shoes. I didn’t wear a bra under my shirt and as soon as I saw him my nipples stood at attention. As his eyes focused on my protruding nipples, they got even harder as if reaching out for his touch. A saw a slight smile spread across his face.
“Raise your skirt and bend over the arm of the couch.” he said.
He’s checking to see if I wore underwear, I thought. He will be pleased to see that I am not wearing any. I slowly walked over to the couch, and with my back turned to him, raised my skirt and bent over the arm of the couch. I heard him walk over to me. I felt the roughness of his warm touch caress my ass. I tensed waiting for the smack I knew was to come. I knew he couldn’t resist. He didn’t have to. He knew my body was his to do with as he pleased, even without the collar around my neck.
‘Smack’ echoed through the room as his hand hit the right butt cheek. ‘Smack, smack, smack” three more landed on alternating cheeks. He ran his hand over my ass and delivered several more smacks. They were getting progressively harder and were beginning to sting the bare flesh of my behind. He ran his fingernails over my ass cheeks and chills went up my spine. The spanking continued. I bent my knees slightly, as I realized they were locked. I attempted to relax my gluteus muscles so the spanking wouldn’t hurt so bad. My ass was starting to get really hot as the spanking continued and increased in intensity. Finally he stopped and his fingers searched out the opening of my pussy. I knew he felt the moistness that had started to form there.
“I think you like this, my little slut.” He said. “Do you want more?”
“If it pleases you, Sir” I replied.
He caressed my ass. “It pleases me very much.” He replied and resumed spanking my behind. Finally after a while, he stopped and caressed my ass again. “Don’t move” he said. I heard him leave the room. I didn’t dare move a muscle. I shifted my weight back and forth a bit and got my arms and forehead a bit more comfortable on the arm of the couch. ‘I might be here for a while’ I thought to myself.
I heard him return and place some items down on the coffee table but I didn’t dare to peek and see what he brought. I’m not sure why I wouldn’t look. Was it because I thought he would disapprove or was it because I liked the surprise? I’m not sure, but I was rewarded for my patience when I felt the first thud of the flogger land on my backside. He alternated the flogger between my right and left ass cheek, moving the flogger to a slightly different portion of my ass each time so as to make sure he was covering my entire butt. A small moan of pleasure escaped my lips. My hips began to sway back and forth rhythmically moving into the swing of his flogger. My head started to drift off as I entered a trance-like state. As the force of his flogger increased, my moans of pleasure mingled with moans of pain until finally he stopped. Again his fingers searched out my honey hole. This time he was met with dripping wetness.
“Ahhh, this is much more like it” he said. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole, arousing me further. “Do you know ‘why’ I spanked & flogged your ass tonight?” he asked.
“Because it pleased you to do so, Sir?” I guessed.
“No” he replied. “Because when you sit down to dinner tonight I want you to know who you belong to.” He paused in his speech but his fingers continued thrusting in and out of my hole. Then his other hand started to rub my clitoris. I felt myself rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Please Sir, May I cum for your pleasure?” I asked loudly.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked increasing the speed and pressure of his hands on my pussy.
“You, Sir!” I shouted back on brink of orgasm.
“Cum for me” he commanded and with his words I went over the edge into the bliss of orgasm. He held me there, cumming over and over again, working my clit and thrusting his fingers in and out of me until I could barely breathe and was on the verge of hyperventilating.
My juices flowed over his fingers, soaking his hand “Mmmm, nice and wet. Just the way I like you.” He said as he lifted his fingers to my mouth for me to clean. “Don’t move.” He ordered. I heard him go to the coffee table to retrieve something else. He came back and I felt him push something cold and hard into my hot, dripping wet hole. In my post orgasmic haze it took me a minute or two to realize he had just inserted the remote controlled electro stimulator he had just purchased. I was a little apprehensive about this new e-stim device, but I was also a bit excited. I had enjoyed the tens unit he used on me previously and I imagined this would be similar, but the fact that it had a wireless remote opened up a whole new realm of possibilities. “Let me know when you can feel it.” He said. I held my breath and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long before I began to feel a tiny bit of tingling in my womanhood. “I feel it, Sir” I said. He turned it up a bit more and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. He chuckled and shut it off. It did feel like a tens unit, but never before had I felt a tens inside me. This might be fun, I though. Or it might really hurt. I caught my breath at that thought.
“Don’t move” he said again as once more he moved to the coffee table to retrieve something else. He returned and caressed my warm ass. Then I felt something cold and wet at my butt hole. It was the blunt end syringe he often used for lubing up my ass and that was exactly what he was doing. The cold lube felt good as he slid it into my ass and around the outside of my hole. Then I felt something larger pushing at my butt hole. It was the plug he frequently used in my ass. “Relax” he said. “Take a deep breath.” I felt the plug slowly being pushed into me. I tried to do as he said. ‘Breath and relax’ I told myself ‘breath and relax’ and as I mentally talked to myself, the plug slowly slid into its resting place with only slight resistance. He tapped on the end a few times and twisted it a bit sending my head reeling.
“Almost ready for dinner” he said. “Stand up and face me.” I did as I was told. I straightened from my bent position over the couch arm and as I did so, my skirt fell back down into place. I raised my hands up, covering my face and took a deep breath in an attempt to compose myself before turning around to confront him. I lowered my hands and slowly turned to face him. The smile on his face left no doubt that he was pleased and he pulled me forward and kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth and took control. He kissed me deeply for a very long time before ending our kiss. “Lift your skirt” he ordered and I obeyed lifting the front of my skirt this time. He gave my pussy a few swats for good measure before he turned to retrieve yet something else off the coffee table. This time I saw what was coming. In his hands he had a wireless, remote control vibrator. He placed the vibrator over my clit, fastened two straps around my thighs and one strap around my waist to ensure the vibrator stayed in place. He turned on the remote and watched my face intently until he could clearly see the effect the remote vibrator was having on me, then he shut it off.
He lowered my skirt, straightened my messy hair and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. He stepped back to survey his property. His eyes traveled up and down my body and I could see them narrowing like something was still not to his liking. “I’ll be right back” he said. “Don’t go away.” I waited and wondered. Finally he returned. “Unbutton your blouse” he commanded. I slowly undid one button at a time, teasing him as I went. When my nipples were finally free he pinched each one and sucked them for a few seconds each. Then he applied tiny nipple rings that used pressure to keep them in place. “There” he said with a satisfied grin. “That should be enough to keep those nipples erect through dinner. Button up your blouse; we don’t want to be late. We have dinner reservations.”
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A Rope Slut is Born
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Publié :6/1/2010 5h22
Dernière mise à jour :1/6/2010 18h33 170397 vues
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I was mesmerized the minute I first saw the photograph. He called it “a rack", but it was unlike any rack I had ever seen. Of course, I hadn’t seen any racks in person, but this was completely different from pictures I had seen in the past. A million questions immediately came to mind along with an overwhelming desire; a need, a desperate longing to be tightly bound to the rack in the photograph. I had always fantasized about being restrained, but the fantasies that sprung to mind when I saw this photograph were way beyond anything I had ever dreamed of before. My mind raced with all the potential bondage possibilities.
The rack had a large wooden frame, about the size of a double door frame. Thick black rope crossed side to side and up & down forming a checkered pattern. The rack was mounted such that it could move. It could go from horizontal to vertical and I needed to know immediately if it could be made to go completely upside down. He wouldn’t tell me. Not initially. Then it occurred to me that if I laid down on it while it was horizontal, and put my feet where my head should go, I would, of course, be upside down when the rack was moved to the upright position.
The image of that rack stayed buried in the dark and naughty recesses of my submissive mind for many months. It all came flooding back the day I finally crossed the threshold into his dungeon for the first time. There it was, standing right in front of me. All the fantasies came rushing back filling my mind and making it hard to focus. Would I be allowed the honor and pleasure of being bound to his rack on this visit? Or would he make me wait?
It didn’t take long to learn the answer to that question. I followed each and every one of his instructions as best I could with the hope that my reward would be time spent on the rack. At his command, I slowly undressed. I took my time as I unzipped my sweater, letting the soft fabric caress my shoulders as it slid off my body. I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra and gradually exposed my already erect nipples. Taking a few steps away and turning my back to him I slowly unzipped my skirt. I wiggled my ass a bit as I pushed the skirt over my hips, down my firm ass and let if fall into a pool of blackness at my feet. My black lace thong underwear followed my skirt and got caught in the sexy patent leather stiletto pumps I had chosen for this evening. As I attempted to step out of the discarded clothing I stumbled a bit and my hands grabbed hold of the first thing they could……… The rack.
It felt solid and sturdy under my hands and my eyes once again wandered the length of it. “Pick your clothes up and place them here” his voice snapped me out of my daydreams and brought me back into focus.
He placed a blindfold over my eyes and ensured I couldn’t see. Firmly he took hold of my shoulders and guided me to the foot of rack. “Climb up" he commanded “Carefully” . I lifted my right leg as high as I could and cautiously placed it on the wooden frame. As I lifted my left leg onto the rack, my right shin dug into the frame causing me to wince for the first time that evening.
I slowly and carefully crawled across the rope lattice of the rack, my hands searching for the frame to ensure I was centered. Even blindfolded I could feel his presence mere inches from my flesh ensuring my safety. “Stop now.” He said. “Slowly and carefully roll over and lay on your back.” I did as I was instructed until I lay flat on my back, moving as he directed until he was satisfied that I was centered on the rack. I felt the ropes of the rack cradle my naked body as I breathed deeply and relaxed putting the care and safety of my body into his capable hands.
He lifted my left hand and I felt the warmth of his flesh on mine. A shiver went through the length of my body as the cool air of the dungeon surrounded me. I felt him wrap the rope around my wrist and another shiver went through my body. This was the point of no return. Once bound to the rack, I was his to do with as he pleased. There was no escape, no turning back. I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and allowed the transfer of power to take place. Freed from the responsibility of being in control, I surrendered to my submissive desires. All of the tension left my body and I focused my mind on the physical sensations of the rope being wrapped around my wrist and arm.
The rope slid gently over my skin as he bound my forearm tightly to the lattice of the rack. When he moved to the other side I tugged against the restraint. There was no movement. My arm would not come loose. I took a deep breath and smiled. Another shiver ran through my body.
As he began to tie my right arm he tossed a pile rope on top of my body. The weight of the rope warmed me like a blanket across my thighs, my crotch and my abdomen. I wiggled my hips feeling the rope teasing my pussy and offering a promise of things to come.
As he pulled the rope, it nestled deeply in between my bare lips and brushed against my clit. Bump, bump, bump, bump, the soft braid played a tantalizing rhythm across my sensitive nerve endings. With my sight stripped from me I was totally focused on the movement of the rope. A small whimper escaped my lips. The rope was heating up my pussy and juices were starting to flow. He was instantly aware of the effect his rope was having on me. He pushed the rope aside and used his fingers to asses the situation. I could feel his pleasure and sense his smile as he felt the warmth and wetness his rope had caused.
I whimpered again as his fingers excited me further. When he was finished checking, he made sure the rope was positioned snugly through the lips of my pussy. The soft nylon/poly rope continued seducing my clit and sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body as he pulled on it over and over again. My breathing became shallow an irregular as the rope sent my head spinning into space and I was no longer able to control the whimpers and moans of pleasure.
“Such noises you are making” he chuckled. “What would you like in your mouth, slut?" he asked catching me off guard. I struggled to stop thinking about the rope on my throbbing clit and tried to focus. What would make him happy, I wondered? “Umm, a gag Sir?” I guessed.
“Oh, no. No gag for you. I love hearing those noises. Open your mouth, rope slut" he commanded. I did as I was told and was rewarded with a piece of rope in my mouth. My teeth sunk into the braid and I felt it give under the pressure. With the tip of my tongue I felt the texture of the rope. I slid my tongue back and forth along it’s length savoring the feel, taste and smell of the rope. It was a totally new sensation for me and I was surprised at how much I loved having the rope in my mouth.
As I clenched the rope tightly in my teeth he crisscrossed another piece back and forth across my chest. With every pass he made sure to rub the rope across my sore, clamped nipples. Every time the rope came in contact with a nipple he was rewarded with a small gasp as the pleasure-pain of the clamps and rope sent shock waves through my body.
“Open” he commanded and I opened my mouth. He removed the rope leaving a void. My tongue gave the rope one last lick and my lips pouted as it departed.
Moving further down my body he began to work his rope around the inside of my thighs and around my waist. With every pass I prayed my engorged clit would get some attention. My hips wiggled and swayed, crying out for the touch of his hand or a swipe of the rope. My whimpers of pleasure turned to cries of longing and desire as I was denied and made to wait. My body trembled with wanting and need.
He began to bind my legs tightly to the rack. I was so completely focused on the sensation of the rope around my crotch, breast and arms I was unaware of what he was doing until I felt the warm wetness of his mouth on my clit. I cried out in pleasure as the sensitive nerve endings received a quick relief from the aching desire. No sooner did I start to climb the ladder towards orgasm then he removed his mouth and went back to tying. Over and over again, without warning he would stimulate my clit; a finger, a tongue, a swipe of the rope stimulating and withdrawing making me crazy with desire.
Finally he was done tying me to the rack. He cranked the handle and the rack started to move to a horizontal position. I felt like I was floating as I gradually moved to vertical, upright position. I hung there for a while, suspended, feeling weightless, my head spinning happily in subspace, and then I felt the tails of the flogger land on my aching nipples. I winced. Over and over again the flogger landed on my chest, my thighs, and my crotch. Fluid began to drip down the inside of my thighs as he worked magic with his flogger.
He moved behind me and I felt the flogger on my ass, my back and my thighs. Deeper and deeper I drifted into a happy place deep inside my own head. My body strained against the rope. Not to get away from the flogger but to meet it, my body craving the sensation of the heavy thud and slight sting.
The flogging stopped and I drifted happily not thinking about anything. I just hung there on the rack, my body feeling wonderful and my mind at peace. I was abruptly startled out of my trance by the unmistakable buzz of the magic wand. The instant my brain registered the sound the wand was already on my clit. The tantalizing buzz sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing throughout my body. All of the stimulation leading up to this moment already had me on the edge of orgasm and it took mere seconds to reach that point.
“May I cum, please Sir?” I pleaded as my body started to reach orgasm. “Yes Slut, you may cum” and with the verbal release, my body went over the edge. I strained against the ropes as my torso shook with wave upon wave of orgasm. He held the vibrator against my clit, pressing it hard against my swollen flesh. Before I could come done from the first orgasm, another more powerful orgasm threatened. “Please Sir, May I cum again?” I barely managed to ask.
“Again?” he questioned. “Yes, cum." he said.
As I climaxed, I pulled even harder against my restraints. The feel of the rope around my arms and legs adding to the pleasure. Once again my body shook, harder this time as the orgasm washed over me. I was unable to control the screams of pleasure that had been building for so long. My juices covered the head of the wand and dripped down over his hand. A glow of perspiration covered me as my body struggled against the restraints. My orgasm finally peaked and I started to come down but he didn’t remove the wand from my clit. I could feel the vibration throughout my entire body. I welcomed the sensation; my body needing, craving more release, more pleasure. The orgasm started to build to an even higher crescendo. I knew I was seconds away from the stimulation getting too intense and then I crossed that threshold. I struggled to get away from the vibration. My body tensed. The sensations were so intense I felt as if I were a dam ready to burst. And then “Oh god, oh god, oh god” was all I could manage to whisper as I squirted my juices. I continued squirted massive amounts of fluid soaking the vibrator, his hand, my legs and the carpet. The release was intense. My body throbbed as wave after wave of fluid squirted out of my stimulated pussy until I was spent. He shut the wand off and my body went limp. I was thankful for the rope the kept me from falling to the floor. Thus starts my journey and new found love affair with rope.
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Merry Kinkmas
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Publié :21/12/2009 4h56
Dernière mise à jour :12/2/2013 12h47 167589 vues
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I sat on Santa's lap and told him all the naughty things I want this year.
An Eroscillator
A Sybian
A latex catsuit
A leather corset that fits tightly
Lot of sexy lingerie
Thigh high boots to replace the ones I broke
and
A man who's intelligent, handsome and strong enough to be my guy
Some of these things I can win at
f e t l i f e . c o m / s i t _ o n _ s a n t a s _l a p
take the spaces out, check it out and enter to win the fun toys of your choice. Just make sure you come back here and let this naughty Santa's helper know what you asked for this Christmas.
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Chick's Guide to Gift Giving
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Publié :15/12/2009 6h29
Dernière mise à jour :12/2/2013 12h47 149522 vues
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Once again, it is that time of year....
time for
Chick's Guide to Gift Giving
Tell me the intended recipient, their relationship to you and if they have been naughty or nice and I will suggest the perfect gift!
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Are you Strong Enough?
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Publié :13/12/2009 12h39
Dernière mise à jour :12/2/2013 12h48 170064 vues
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I was listening to Sheryl Crow's "Stong Enough" and it reflects how I feel at this moment so deeply........... and it's so wrong, so very wrong! I don't want lies. I will always give you the truth and I aks for truth in return, but.............
Where is the man who will be
"Strong Enough"???
God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Nothing's true and nothing's right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
It's try and love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?
When I've shown you that I just don't care
When I'm throwing punches in the air
When I'm broken down and I can't stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
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Steak & Blow Job Day
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Publié :1/12/2009 18h12
Dernière mise à jour :12/2/2013 12h48 171869 vues
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Women have February 14th ~ Valentines Day
Men deserve their day too! Mark your calendars guys.......
March 14th ~ Steak and BlowJob Day
I didn't make this up. But somebody did. I thought it was a great idea so I'm just spreading the word.
Every 14th of February you men get the chance to display your fondness for a significant other by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic. March 14th is now officially "Steak and Blowjob Day". Simple, effective and self explanatory, this holiday has been created so ladies finally have a day to show thier man how much they care for him.
No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town; the name of the holiday explains it all, just a steak and a BJ. Thats it!
If you want more details, there is a site you can go to "steakandbjday". Just put the appropriate letters before and after and you will see........ I didn't make this up.
But I do plan to participate! 
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I WANT........
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Publié :24/11/2009 11h25
Dernière mise à jour :20/12/2012 14h11 169443 vues
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I want to feel your collar snug around my neck. I want to be tied tightly in a black leather corset with black silk stockings and wicked 6" high heels.
I want to stand before you, eyes down, back arched, legs spread for your inspection. I want feel your eyes burning into me as you command me to expose my flesh for your use.
I want to hear the husky growl of your voice as you order me to my knees and demand I suck your cock. I want feel your huge cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly as I gag and drool pours out of my mouth landing on your boots.
I want to feel your rope restraining my hands and feet so tightly that I can’t move. I want to feel the wind and the weight of your flogger as it lands on my back and thighs and ass. I want to feel your finger on my clit and in my pussy forcing me to squirt and orgasm over and over again until I beg for you to stop.
I want to be punished if I cum without permission. I want to feel the burning hot streaks of your cane as it marks my ass.
I want to feel your big, hard cock filling me up and pounding my pussy hard while you hold a vibrator on my clit and push your finger into my ass. I want to cum again and again as you fuck me.
For once I want it to be about me,
about what I need,
about what
“I want”.
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RIP My favorite sexy boots
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Publié :18/11/2009 9h31
Dernière mise à jour :30/3/2010 18h04 168352 vues
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My favorite boots are no longer. 
4+ inches heels with black, shiny, thigh tickling material that made me feel sexy as hell the minute I put them on, gone to the great boot heaven in the sky.
I'll miss you, oh sexy thigh high boots.
RIP
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Friday the 13th
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Publié :13/11/2009 4h04
Dernière mise à jour :12/2/2013 12h47 152660 vues
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Happy Friday the 13th!
In the past, Friday the 13th's have been good days for me. Some might even say "lucky".
What do you think?
~Is Friday the 13th UNLUCKY?
~Is Friday the 13th LUCKY?
~Is Friday the 13th just another day?
What ever your belief, on this Friday the 13th;
I hope you get lucky!
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An STD on my foot????
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Publié :10/11/2009 18h28
Dernière mise à jour :30/3/2010 18h04 152533 vues
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Thanks to the people who do a crappy job cleaning the gym I train at, I got a plantar wart on the bottom of my foot. If you've never had a plantar wart, let me tell you............ they can be incredibly painful. So being the internet savvy person that I am, I decided to do a little research on plantar warts. It turns out that the cause is the Human Papillomavirus. You got it......... HPV.
Have you heard of genital warts? That's HPV.
It can lead to cervical cancer in women.
The CDC says 50% of all sexually active adults have or had HPV.
Condoms are ineffective against spreading HPV.
Have you seen the ads for Gardacil, "protect your daughters"? That's HPV.
So for all you guy out there with foot fetishes...... I'm sorry. I can't play with you. My foot has an STD.
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