06:02:53 am, by admin ,
Categories: Ponderings

It’s quite strange, my observation of people has led me to conclude that sex leaves them satisfied for a few days. For me it’s totally different. The better the sex i have the hornier i become afterwards, i end up wanting more and more. I just finished writing on my other weblog, the answeringmachine and, well, not only did it leave me wet and throbbing but also thinking about how i experience sex.

It can leave me totally satisfied but it’s like my mind won’t let go and i keep thinking back and i can do nothing other than think back and masturbate at any given chance.

Yesterday we were in a store and suddenly it flashed through my mind, we got into a lift and all i could do was try to press myself against Him, wanting to come there and then. (Un)fortunately Master pointed out that the walls of the lift were made of glass…

Each time i moved or sat my arse hurt from the caning He’d given me a few days earlier see the answeringmachineand i was just wet, wet, wet. Later that evening when i lay in bed, after He’d fucked me i couldn’t help but to think back at what He’d done a few days earlier and how it had kept me so turned on for days.

Just like looking back at Him last night, i so badly wanted to suck Him but soon He pushed my head away from my eager sucking so that He could cane my already bruised arse. As i knelt and i looked back i could just about see Him, how hard He was, how He raised His arm each time to cane me, then took His cock into His hand again. For me mind blowing. i guess, for me, there’s nothing better than turning Him on, than seeing and feeling His horniness and it just makes me want Him over and over.

11:01:55 pm, by missssin ,
Categories: News

Well i’m busy scouring around for cool items to put onto the webshop. So far i’ve found some good stuffs and as soon as i have a good collection i’ll be opening up the shop so keep your knickers on (well for now at least). In the meantime i’ve posted another story to the story part of this site. My “fantasy” is working overtime (is it fantasy?) more to follow…

08:41:12 am, by missssin ,
Categories: News

Ok so far so good, missssin webdesign is up and running and i’m pretty chuffed about that. Now on further with the shop, it shouldn’t be too long now but i thought maybe i’d better add some content to the stories side of the site for all you greedy horny people to have something to read while i’m working on it. So enjoy

09:00:16 pm, by missssin ,
Categories: News

This week i’ll be upgrading the software on missssin.nl so that i can finally implement the web shop, so please be patient if you come across hiccups while i’m working on it.

02:05:27 am, by missssin ,
Categories: Ponderings

Its a strange thing. Something that’s kinda uninvitedly invited itself into my life of late. Call me crazy, actually i don’t really care if you do, but i do think that things go circles, there is karma and we do live under the influence of those things. Whatever they may be. The best explanation i’ve ever come up with for myself is the force of energy, be it positive or negative, it be.

Oei i’m starting to sound like an intro to the Celestine Promise, i swear i’ll stop that right here because the only thing that stuck with me from that book is 1. i didn’t finish it. 2. a friend, from whom i never would have expected it, very religiously took the message, which i comprehended as the essence of the book - everyone you meet in life has a message for you and a meaning/lesson to teach you - as his own. It actually made him a way more open person. But that’s the start and end of it for me.

So back to childhood. My floaty side says its fate when topics arise that intertwine and kind of become one, my realistic side says pfft its because a certain topic has your attention right now that you come across it everywhere. Either which way, so be it.

Childhood-The Michael Jackson Circus
And boy was it a circus, his life, his death. His music was never really my thing, i guess that’s all i can say, it just was not my thing. I remember as a child watching the Jackson Five on tv and all my friends going nuts about Michael and i thought aww cute kid. I must have been all of 9 or 10 and my overactive hormones were apparently already raging but not for Michael Jackson,. The most drop dead gorgeous boy came to vacation near to where i lived. Blond shoulder length hair and a to die for smile, oh yes and 16 and so totally not interested in the silly little 10 year old who was going through her very first humungous crush and could only sing “born to late” in her head (oei that sounds so cheesy but its really true. Hey i was a child of my times!)
So yes Michael Jackson was just a cute kid to me.
Through the years i would hear songs and some i liked, some i didn’t but still it just was not my thing. Well over ten years ago someone played Childhood and i listened to it with, pfft with what? A lot of mixed emotions but his life and life wanderings then made total sense to me. Again years passed and now and again i guess i would pick up things in the news with passing interest.
Then he was dead.
My first thought was how very sad, actually just because i’ve never heard that he ever became happy. Yep his childhood was crap but he was 50 and still a total victim of it, how very very sad.

Childhood-The Lovely Lady
i have no idea what her name is, or even who she is come to that, a random program on a random channel about people setting up home in another part of the country to start over. She was 62 and very homely looking but had a wonderfully ironic sense of humour. From a very young age her husband had been obsessed with steam trains. I so cannot for the life of me remember where it was but somewhere in England there’s a ‘steamtrainschool’ and they packed up and moved there so he could enrol.
In the interviews spread out over more than a year she was always chirpy, always the same kind of dry sense of humour and outlook on life. A very lovely lady i thought.
During the last interview she was asked if there was anything that she would change if she could and of course you expect to hear some kind of humoristic rebuilding/rehousing drama but she poised for a second and simply said “Yes, my childhood, because wherever you are, whatever you do, you take it with you”) How very very sad, she was 62.

Childhood-The Busty Blond
This time a cooking program, a young lady was one of the amateur chefs competing. Extremely cocky, always laughing and very bubbly. She was confronted with a comment about her abundance of ingredients in every dish, to emphasize this she was asked if she was never just satisfied, did it have to be more and more. She fell to pieces, not a bubble in sight. She walked off sobbing, saying that they had no right to become personal, no right to ask about her emotional life. No right to ask about her childhood. They didn’t.
She was in her 30’s boisterous, brimming with self confidence, well mostly, when no one put their fingers on the scars.

i still swear that it was in the World According to Garp but i’ve been corrected that it was actually Hotel New Hampshire but ok it was in one of John Irwin books. There’s a part in the book that somehow really grabbled me, It’s about a troubadour, everyday he entertains people in the gallery of a building, as i recall a long glass corridor, he was always laughing and joking and had a friendly word for everyone. Only he apparently wasn’t so happy, one day he jumped out of one of the windows. It was a small town in Austria and the locals were horrified to hear of his death, they’d always thought he was a very happy person. From this occurrence the local greeting arose “Keep passing the open windows.” Totally genius in all its contexts.

And so to keep on passing those open windows and to end on a happy note…

Childhood-The Beautiful Little Girl
I had the privilege of seeing her for the first time well before she was born, my god 4d scans are extremely cool. The next time i saw her she was out here in our world. 1 day old and totally at peace. Fingers, toes, nose, peacefulness, everything was perfect. This little girl too is privileged, her parents are kind, caring people. I believe she will grow in a loving and caring environment, she will laugh and be free and will never for a moment be able to understand the torment behind the above stories.
When she’s 62 and she’s asked if there is anything she would change she’s simply going to reply “Not a thing.”

i pass windows well.