On Tuesday night I attended Bare, a storytelling event held at the Black Cat in DC. Part of the evening included picking a name at random from the "Bare pussy," cocktail napkins submitted by the willing. My name was in the pussy, but it was not pulled.
Ever since, I've had the story I wanted to tell stuck in my head, begging to be freed. So, for your listening pleasure, the following is a link to the audio file of me talking about my first night at my first kink event, Dark Odyssey Summer Camp 2010.
My voice is raspy because it's almost 1am and I'm tired as fuck. Still, I just had to get this out of me.
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