A Little Bit of Louisiana

It all began one pretty quiet evening at a bar. (This is how most epic stories usually being by the way…) I’m a little buzzed and I get a txt from a random number asking if I want to come out to Mexico for Halloween. Of course my initial thought was HELL YES but then uhhh…  who the hell is this inviting me? Now the majority of my contacts were lost when my old iPhone was stolen in Greece so I had no idea who I was about to agree to spend a week abroad with. Hesitantly I asked who was on the other end of this awesome invite and when the response was Ceara Lynch, yep instantly down.

Long story short, the three fucking travel amigos were at it again.
Read Ceara’s NOLA blog here and Mistress T’s NOLA blog here.

Honestly as much as I would love to recount all the events of 2 months ago, I’d prefer you just read theirs.
I will however throw in some pics to make it seem like I care to share a story with you.

I love giant (white) cock.

I love giant (white) cock.

Just kidding! This is actually my dream home... a little less of a fixerupper.

My dream home.

My dream home.

Just Kidding! My actual dream home. I like a good challenge.

In case you were wondering, that is what I wear when I travel all day ie. playing driving Miss T 5 hours back to NOLA comfy-cas. (I LOVE driving and I LOVE Mistress T so I was happy as a pig in road side diner shit.)

This is how I'd decorate it NOLA style.

This is how I’d decorate it NOLA style.

Baby gators... I lived in Florida remember?

Rather your wiener on that stick.

Three domme-migos

Three domme-migos

On the bayou.

On the bayou.

My sexy hungover look.

My sexy hungover look.

And then it was off to Puerto Vallarta with Miss Lynch.

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