Apparently I do not have to do much to stir up trouble other than share a part of myself with others. I officially got my first hate comment on this site the other day, calling me a sad and insecure whore of a person, and also dissing my readers of this blog. Oh well is my response to this along with this post. I value other peoples’ opinion and all, but when you start to judge people on their experiences in life, I do have a problem with that.
It honestly tickled me to see that someone would have the audacity to write almost a page worth judgmental comment when they are on a site called the kink (and I’m the one with the problem)! I’m sorry, but did you expect the site to be about cotton candy and bicycles, seriously? I write about things whether they are true or not as a release, and hopefully people can relate and learn from these stories that I write. I love for people to leave comments and share their point of views, but I WILL NOT KEEP ANY COMMENTS THAT IS TEARING OTHERS DOWN, ESPECIALLY MY READERS (frankly, I do not care that you wasted twenty minutes of your life to write about me, thank you actually)! The comment area is suppose to be an open forum and I want to keep it that way.
For those who read my blogs, I appreciate it and THANK YOU! I will only say this once though, if you do not like my site, then go somewhere else. I’m not putting a gun to your head to stay on my site. So there is no need to waste everyone’s time, and write a novel trying to analyzing myself and my loyal readers. Again thank you readers! And also thank you haters, I would not be the fabulous, happy woman I am today if it was not for you.
R.I.P. Michael Jackson (1958-2009)





I ended up going over to his house, and we were both still frustrated with each other. So much that we ended having the best and hottest sex ever…. I was so turned on, and so was he, it was amazing. Ironically, after the fact that we both said that maybe we should stop having sex with each other. I felt so much better after that, and so did he.
Keep it up!

This is Veronica George again with another crazy story. I went for some sushi with my girlfriends the other day. We were talking about the type of guys we go for, and I realized that I really don’t have a type that I go. I love them all, I guess… I know that I do have a slight weakness for very hot hippie-like types.
And it happened, the foursome, our dream, my ex-roommate and myself, coming together. Becoming a reality! It was awesome. My ex-roommate and I were the boombox, and Christian and the BBB were the cd, we wanted the cd and we got to play it…





This is Veronica George again here to mix things up again. It’s getting close to the summer, and I’m sure everyone is excited about that. I know that I am. Well, I have still been hanging out with Don lately. There is nothing like cuddling and drinking wine by a bonfire. Well, this particular night, I was in for a treat.
saw my boyfriend with another girl (and for once, I was actually jealous), or the fact that Jackson is so sexy (and the bulb finally came on); I decided to talk to him. Not just talk to him like I normally would, with confidences, with a swagger that I have always carried, but been surpressing, flirting like crazy. The next thing I knew, I forgot all about my boyfriend, and was thinking and stating all of the dirty things that I wanted to do to Jackson. Jackson, flirting back, but in the same time, telling me that I was not ready for a guy like him.