Secrets Part 1

"About to drive. And fuck. And get beaten. Obviously Twitter has to go for now. Later! @slut_t @Dom2u2"

It was one of many intentionally vague, yet deeply encrypted messages I tweeted yesterday. Sometimes I thoroughly enjoy saying things online or around people with layers of meanings. It depends on how well you know me what information you will get from my message. 

I drove. But how far? I got fucked. I got beaten. But by who? Or how many?

Why did she @ them? Is that where she went? Or was it a safe call? At least you know He was aware of what I was doing. 

"Emotional. And I've done about 10,000 crunches."

What could cause that?

"Moo."

WTF? It is an important word. But I will leave you to wonder about that as well.

Those 24 words were the only things I said publicly last night. Or privately. You have no idea how many volumes of information they contain.

A lot of fighting, trying to buck a grown man off of me, screaming like I don't think I've ever done before, and passing out are a few teasers I mentioned today. And that was just the warm up scene.

I also mentioned safewording on laughter, being silent when properly motivated, and a red ass still today. I posted a picture of a still perfectly formed cane mark.

The rest I'm not telling.  

Why not? Because either I can't, or I just did, depending on your Slippery Encryption clearance level. 

By the way, it was completely awesome, and would make a couple of very, very hot blog stories! Too bad I'm not going to write them. 

Enjoy the picture of my eye. I know most of you guys only come here to see what am going to show in my pictures... ;) (And I love that too!)

Why "Part 1" in the title? That too is my secret. And only mine...

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