I just finished reading "Demolition Angel" by Robert Crais. It rocked. I don't want to give anything away because I highly recommend it, but there was one thing that disappointed me. The personal relationship part was outside my realm of believability. Sara says it will make a kick-ass movie, and she's right.

I'll be spending a lot of my birthday weekend taking care of dogs. I'm taking care of the boys next door (including a possible vet visit for some persistent bloody runs�oh the excitement of the party-girl life) and the Jack Russells across the street.

Other than that, no big plans. I did promise Deb that we could go buy a bed frame on Sunday. She's tired of barking her shins on the futon frame.

Got to have a wonderful date with Sara last night. Remember the last date we had? Well, last night I played the same character as before, but Sara played one of the other characters that we had talked about, Sera. I named mine Etienne. The younger character we played with last week was Misha.

Sera is a saucy wench, and one of several wives of Etienne. She kept hinting that she wanted me to be much rougher. They hadn't been together in a while, though, and he just wasn't in the mood for that.

I got myself into one situation where I was playing with her with my left hand and hit a spot where she didn't want me to stop. Dammit. Idiot. What was I thinking even starting anything like that with my left hand? It began to give out on me. It wasn't so much hurting as just losing steam. And I couldn't switch to my right because I had used those fingers for some ass play just before. I gave it my all, which is fun in its own right. Like pushing yourself for the last lap of a race.

Anyway, we found out that Sera pretty much has Etienne wrapped around her little finger, but they both pretend it isn't so. I love the way these characters develop. I got an awesome blow job. She got fucked soundly in most every orafice and was still wanting more when it was time to quit. I like her. They're very good together.

We've started an in-character correspondence that just makes me grin from ear to ear. It's so fun to write in a pseudo period romance-novel character voice. Since we're in our own little alternate universe, that's what we adapted. It's a world full of rules on manners and appearances. And men who get to have lots of wives. It's fun playing him so nonchalantly piggish.

I guess you have to be there. And I know you wish you were.

Casualties: comforter, my briefs, my undershirt, three towels, two condoms (one ribbed), two latex gloves.