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Isn’t it funny, the way people chose to spend their spare time? Their personal interests I mean. When and why do you decide that you want to collect stamps for example? Maybe it’s just me but I find that stuff very interesting and totally unexplainable. It might have been easier had I been a psychologist, but I’m not. It’s actually more fun this way too. A solid and scientific explanation as to why some people choose to spend their lives collecting little dusty pieces of paper with an old guy (a king of kind mostly) who died like eighty years ago would probably take all the fun away. I like speculate about these things by myself. I wouldn’t like to have my own personal references analyzed either. I’m into four things passionately when I’m not working; Frank Sinatra, medieval literature, seo hosting and bondage. And by bondage I don’t the lame vanilla kind. A little spanking or the ever so gentle squeezing of the nipples doesn’t cut it for me. Not even hot wax dripped on, ehum, shall we say strategic spots gets me going. No, I’m into the really nasty, full-on hardcore stuff. But why is that? I can’t remember ever being spanked or anything as a child. Maybe I’m just weird. Weird people seldom have to explain their selves, they just are.