<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:47:06.936-05:00</updated><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Champagne'/><category term='racy'/><category term='strap on'/><category term='hang'/><category term='sleepover'/><category term='twitching'/><category term='tarp'/><category term='Fuck Me'/><category term='shower'/><category term='ass'/><category term='Stars'/><category term='date'/><category term='Fireworks'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='rush'/><category term='talkin&apos; dirty'/><category term='Candlelight'/><category term='amazingly'/><category term='Thrift Store'/><category term='moaning'/><category term='bottom'/><category term='aching'/><category term='video'/><category term='Filmakers'/><category term='Goodwill'/><category term='Keyboards'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='came'/><category term='adult rated'/><category term='primping'/><category term='thin'/><category term='body'/><category term='blow'/><category term='ambiance'/><category term='Full Moon'/><category term='Guitars'/><category term='cock'/><category term='dressing'/><category term='stockings'/><category term='copyright'/><category term='Sugar Shack'/><category term='shoving'/><category term='Computers'/><category term='mascara'/><category term='hard'/><category term='slip'/><category term='squirming'/><category term='Sasquatch'/><category term='tall'/><category term='fake nails'/><category term='tit&apos;s'/><category term='begging'/><category term='heels'/><category term='shaving'/><category term='nasty'/><title type='text'>Cassie's~Sugar~Shack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-751324241442590049</id><published>2009-09-26T03:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:13:53.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Me's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/Sr3DPXTp0PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xK4lw0r_Jso/s1600-h/divine9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/Sr3DPXTp0PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xK4lw0r_Jso/s320/divine9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385675398126883058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Something unexpected is happening to me. Ever since the first time I put on a wig and some makeup  back in November of last year there's been something "with me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I remember looking in the mirror, trying to apply mascara. Having never done it before I didn't have a clue what I was doing. But when I was done with everything I wanted to try I looked in the mirror, not to see what I was doing this time, but to see what I had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I smiled trying to look cute. That's when something happened. I still don't know what it was, or still is actually. It's just stronger now. I knew I looked awful, so why did I feel so good? A feeling I've never felt before washed over me and I thought to myself "This must be what everyone's talking about?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The goodness I felt inside me just made me smile more, and seeing myself with such a genuine expression just made me think "Who is that in the mirror?". I sat down and started putting on some fake nails. After much difficulty figuring out how to get them on with those little sticky tabs I finally managed to get all ten fingers on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;When I held out my hands and looked at those burgundy red nails you've all seen me wear. I was almost in shock. I never expected to actual "feel" anything when I'd thought about dressing up. But a very powerful feeling came pouring out of me when I saw them on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;If Y'all have ever seen me squirming around and running my hands up and down my legs and body. It's not because I'm thinking it looks good on camera. It's because I'm not "acting". When I touch my face and squirm around, the expression you see is what I'm experiencing myself. Not so much that I'm trying to show off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I never expected that! I'm not sure what I did expect when I decided to put on the wig and makeup exactly. I don't  remember ever wearing girls clothes before in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Since then it's a constant underlying part of me. Even when I'm not "Cassie", which is most of the time. She seems to always be there. When I go into a store I don't just look at the things I've looked at all my life. Now I also look at high heels, and stockings... things that Cassie likes. Like she's in there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I started thinking that maybe that would work, you know... just carrying two different "trains of thought" around with me. Just keeping "Cassie's thoughts" hidden from the outside world, not pushed down... just hidden. That worked for a while and I'm still doing it now, except while I'm writing this Blog. This is mostly "Cassie", but I'm still me too of course. See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well, I'm starting to get run down trying to manage two different trains of thought. And honestly I really want more "Cassie" time. You know what I mean. Fully dressed and "trying" to be cute. So that instead of just knowing inside that she's there, being able to feel the joy that only she can bring me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I spend a lot of time collecting items so that when I get a chance to dress up I'll have what I need. I plan ahead so that when the time comes I can let "Cassie" out. I know that's nuts. What I mean to say is that I know I should just "let her out". I just never thought not doing so could turn into a physical health issue. I'll probably learn in time that suppressing these desires to have more "Cassie' time is not a good idea. Maybe not even possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I have everything at the ready and spend hours turning into a girl. Only to get a few hours at most before having to change back. But "she" never goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't mean to complain. I could change things. Notice I didn't say easily. Maybe Y'all will say it for me. I know there are many gurls out there experiencing similar things, and having very similar feelings. So many Blogs and so many similar stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Just last night I had been sitting there thinking about what I wanted to say in this blog. I stopped by the profile page of an online gurlfriend and she had updated it. I was amazed to read that she was writing about almost exactly word for word what I wanted to write about. Wanting more time as a gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I almost decided not to write this because of just how similar it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Then I realized that I've been reading these stories for months now. Longer than that really because I started reading Transgender Blogs a long time ago. Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Is it a coincidence that I started liking it when the Olympics was on and Sarah and Michelle would skate? I went crazy when Sarah won the Gold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;A few years ago I was playing cards with some relatives at home. The player to the right of me had these beautiful fingernails, and when she'd reach over the table to grab her cards I'd see this pretty hand slide into my vision. I was dumbfounded when a warm rush ran all over me, every single time I saw those hands with those pretty nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I never mentioned it, and was very disturbed by it because she was related to me. I was worried about that for a while. Then the night I looked at my own hands, wearing those fake nails, and felt that wonderful feeling again. I immediately remembered that time playing cards. And I thought... Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;So now I'm leaning towards this concept. Instead of "Two Me's", maybe it's all me. It's all in there. I see it all the time when I read other gurl's Blogs. I've even thought that to myself when I thought about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Is "Cassie" taking over, or does she belong in my conscious more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I never expected feelings to pour out of me just because I was wearing nails and stockings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And I never expected to feel like I was "sharing" time with an alter ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Two things the "Two Me's" didn't see coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bye Y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cassie Ann Play : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-751324241442590049?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/751324241442590049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=751324241442590049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/751324241442590049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/751324241442590049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-two-mes.html' title='My Two Me&apos;s'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/Sr3DPXTp0PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xK4lw0r_Jso/s72-c/divine9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-6910246595787864086</id><published>2009-07-24T01:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:43:44.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Timeout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a long while since my last post. Ever since YouTube I really neglected this Blog. It's so easy to get caught up in the activity there. I'll be taking a two week break, if not longer... since they removed two of my videos for violating community guidelines. I'm still on probation for my first offense, for six more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now they've turned off my interactivity so I can't do anything but view my pages and videos. I can't answer mail, or even sign in to my account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't be surprised if they delete my account, but there's nothing I can do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've managed to pick up a few items since my last post. I found a better wig and bought some new cami's and stockings. Some new nails too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately I don't get enough time for dressing, which is what I'd really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I waited for a good deal and bought a new camera! It turned out to be not so good though. The camera needs new firmware or something. It doesn't keep the settings in memory, and while it does record sound... it pops like an old LP. It takes Ok video and has an unusual option for "letterbox" videos. They aren't high definition though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm one of those people that buys cheap cameras that could've bought a nice one if I'd saved the money I spent on the crappy ones. So I even bought another new camera? I wasn't looking for one but I'd been eyeing this particular model for a while, and they cut the price in half. It was an upgraded version... and I had the money. It was only $40 and I needed a web cam and it does that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now if I could get some decent images to post : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's still about five weeks away, but I'm gonna have the house to myself for a few days if everything works out. I'm planning on at least one good Cassie Session without having to sneak around about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm hoping that any YouTube friends wondering why I'm not responding to mail or comments and stuff like that might drop in here and read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I don't post often enough though, and even though this link is posted there I don't think many people click on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was posting videos at Transdivine but they closed about a week ago. I liked being able to post anything I wanted without rules. There were a lot of nasty videos there and I'm sure some one has copied them and has posted them elsewhere. Probably at Clips4sale under a fake profile... Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If my YouTube account doesn't get deleted I guess I'll need to think about conforming to their rules from now on? I really just do it for me. I don't think very many people are gonna miss my silly videos. I'm hoping they don't delete me. I still have videos there that are not allowed under the guidelines though, and I can't even delete them myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may consider posting some videos here because I've seen some stuff on these Blogs that YouTube would never let me post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like X-Tube because of all the junk you have to wade through. My connection is to slow to deal with that. I'm sure they have videos I'd love to watch but I'm not waiting all day for shit to load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I may actually post more here while my YouTube is out... Ha ha. If I do get the chance to make some videos there's sure to be something about it here also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have Fun Y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-6910246595787864086?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6910246595787864086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=6910246595787864086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/6910246595787864086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/6910246595787864086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/youtube-timeout.html' title='YouTube Timeout.'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-7201583238504881274</id><published>2009-02-16T05:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:24:56.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Pingbox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hey Y'all... Just wanted to mention that I have a Yahoo Pingbox here, it's on the right side of the page. If you have Yahoo Messenger you can Chat with me when I'm available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use IE. Firefox doesn't seem to work with the Pingbox? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Most of the time "My Nails Are Drying" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;But when I'm available you can Chat with me anonymously if you like. You have the option of using a Nickname, or just Chatting as "User # 188" or whatever number is next in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I won't bite ... really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think I've scared a few visitors away when my little window popped up asking if they wanted to Chat? It's perfectly safe. Well, unless I seduce you! Mentally of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they didn't like me would they be visiting my Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Happy Presidents Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Stay Firm In Your Position!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Later... Y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-7201583238504881274?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7201583238504881274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=7201583238504881274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/7201583238504881274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/7201583238504881274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/yahoo-pingbox.html' title='Yahoo Pingbox...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-4948783159187947833</id><published>2009-02-10T01:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:55:53.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Wig, Cami, Blog, and Flickr Page.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SZEmdnMO07I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YPRwx9UlziE/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 417px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SZEmdnMO07I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YPRwx9UlziE/s200/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301060526570132402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's been a while I know, and all I've written here is Happy Holiday's! I'm hoping to get something up here worth reading soon? So it doesn't make sense that I've started another Blog. I wanted a place to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" href="http://cassiesfairytales.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;, and nothing else. Plus, I'm a Geek and just like tinkering with sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Over the last few months I've got myself a new wig, well it's not new, but it's new to me. I found a little cami at a Dollar Tree of all places, and I'm hoping to get my first pair of high heels in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't know how the sizes work for women's shoes. I wear an 81/2 and if anyone can tell me what that translates to in women's sizes I'd appreciate it. I'm gonna get me some new leggings instead of stockings, and try to get some better images as I go along. Most of my pics are screen grabs from low res video clips, but as I've said here before that's probably a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The image at the top of this Blog is the only high res image I've posted here so far. I'm gonna post some on my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cassie_play/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Page though. I'm trying to keep it lower key for the regular contacts, and Family Members can see the nasty stuff. There's pretty nasty stuff there, and more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Maybe that's why I only have one Family Member lol! I'm probably getting too many sites going but one leads to another, and another... My most recent "Cassie Session" took me eight hours to get myself ready and by that time I wasn't gonna be alone in the house so I had to wait another five hours or so to start doing makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I then spent all night long posing and recording clips with my crappy little point and shoot camera. I was so tired after that I slept for a few hours dressed as Cassie until I had the house to myself again! I got lipstick all over my pillows! Looking back on it that was one of the best parts of the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;When I was alone again I took a bubble bath trying to get some images and videos but they came out awful and I'm not likely to use any of that stuff. Then I was ready to start tearing down my backdrops and put everything back where it belonged. Including Cassie... sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;If things work out I'll have a chance to try it all over again this week or maybe next week? Then it could be a while, maybe after my Birthday which is coming up in a couple months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I start to miss dressing after a couple of weeks and try not thinking about it, but I've noticed when I do dress I start acting and sort of "feeling girly", if that makes any sense at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Something tells me after reading the Blogs that I link to and everywhere else online that there are plenty of gurl's out there that know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I posted some pretty racy stuff on YouTube and was getting a lot of hits and messages, for about an hour until YouTube removed them and gave me a Community Warning. Oh well, I should have known better. I'm not sure why I need to post stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yes I am. I like the attention. I don't get that when I'm not being Cassie. This is still very new to me. It surprises me when I get a compliment or someone says something nice about one of my pics. I didn't really expect that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that comments on any of my pics or blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-4948783159187947833?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4948783159187947833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=4948783159187947833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/4948783159187947833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/4948783159187947833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-wig-cami-blog-and-flickr-page.html' title='New Wig, Cami, Blog, and Flickr Page.'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SZEmdnMO07I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YPRwx9UlziE/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-8035801419720256159</id><published>2008-12-24T01:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:03:29.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SVHcA5F7N7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hSrVYyEzMlw/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SVHcA5F7N7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hSrVYyEzMlw/s200/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283245745766086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone that might read this a Merry Christmas! I haven't written in a while but things are busy this time of year. I bought myself a new wig for Christmas and am hoping for a new camcorder in a couple of months or so? I'll try and get some new stuff up here soon. I'm sure everyone else is busy also. I've found some new blogs and YouTube pages and have been wasting a lot of time online doing a lot of nothing. Maybe I'll make a New Years resolution to get more useful stuff done, and less online playing around. I doubt that though since I never make resolutions. I hope everyone has a great day tomorrow and isn't stuck visiting relatives or friends that you really don't want to visit. I know that sounds terrible, but I'll bet a few of you know exactly what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a Happy New Year too, and don't drive if you are gonna party... Please get one of those free cabs that are available this time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope Santa brings you something you want. Bye Y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-8035801419720256159?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8035801419720256159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=8035801419720256159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/8035801419720256159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/8035801419720256159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SVHcA5F7N7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hSrVYyEzMlw/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-7437495020926882201</id><published>2008-11-27T04:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:55:52.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SS5irWNTtAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uOp_-D63Zdg/s1600-h/Cassie%27s+Sugar+Shack_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SS5irWNTtAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uOp_-D63Zdg/s200/Cassie%27s+Sugar+Shack_0001.jpg" alt="I love wearing nails!" title="I love wearing nails!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273260710532723714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I made a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cassieplay" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; page about my love for fake nails and stockings and... crossdressing and such. I had to pull the first video down because it was disturbing. I didn't get any reports of abuse. It disturbed me, and I decided to remove it. I guess I got carried away. But I know ugly when I see it. Not that the new stuff is very attractive, but compared to the original which is from the same video it's like heaven. I don't know why I'm compelled to post something because there's no reason to hurry things. At any rate you all know I like wearing fake nails and get a rush when I do. So I focused on that. For anyone that saw the original video I apologize if it offended you. If you liked it, well... you will let me know how you feel I'm sure. Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cassieplay" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; Page if you feel like doing something different while you're browsing around the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm actually getting more hits with the new video, which shows nothing. So I guess mystery is the key, or assfucking didn't appeal to most surfers. I have a hard time believing that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving today. Enjoy whatever it is you do on this day. I think there's plenty to be thankful for whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bye Y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-7437495020926882201?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7437495020926882201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=7437495020926882201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/7437495020926882201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/7437495020926882201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-made-youtube-page-about-my-love-for.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SS5irWNTtAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uOp_-D63Zdg/s72-c/Cassie%27s+Sugar+Shack_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-8374134249044098622</id><published>2008-11-21T04:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:33:55.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviant Art Pasties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I've noticed  that it seems the Deviant Art Pastie I have posted on the right side of the page is pretty smart. I see a lot of nudes, or other themes that relate to this Blog. Surprise surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say. I wonder how many people out there know who Gomer Pyle is? I love using the sidebar feature because it shows the most recent works, and is very easy to get a response from the artist when they are still online. Still sitting in front of their PC's pondering their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I wasn't too surprised to think that using some sort of scripts or other programming, that DA was following my Blog and connecting me with like minded artists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I didn't really think there was anyone else quite like me... Anyway, if you click the image on the upper left corner of this post you can see my DA page. I'd love some new visitors there. I should mention that my DA page has nothing to do with my Cassie Persona, it's just another online fun place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just viewed my Blog with IE for the first time, and had to make some adjustments. Fucking IE... Of course it's only my fault for not checking when I created the Blog, but I wish the browsers were more equal. I prefer Firefox myself. I'm trying to get a Yahoo Pingbox going but it seems to evade me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a "Loose Nut On The Keyboard!". Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view my Wish List by clicking on the image with the Lace Wrist Thing's in the "Dream On Baby" sidebar gadget. It's really just another insight into my personality. Believe it or not my favorite items are the cheapest ones. The $5 leggings and the $4 Fake Nails. Ha, what a surprise about the nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love any feedback about my Blog design or content. If anyone knows how to get the Yahoo Pingbox working I'd love that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye For Now Y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-8374134249044098622?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8374134249044098622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=8374134249044098622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/8374134249044098622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/8374134249044098622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/deviant-art-pasties.html' title='Deviant Art Pasties...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-145874730829389671</id><published>2008-11-19T23:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:14:25.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog's I Follow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I added some new stuff in my sidebar. Most notably the Blogs I Follow section. Most of the links there are to sites I do browse through and enjoy, but don't actually know the wonderful people that write the Blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;If there's anyone out there that wishes me to take down the links just say so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just feel a little uneasy myself about using the links without asking first, but went ahead and did it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just wanted to get that out of the way... Thanks  for your Blogs. I find them more enjoyable than the multitude of news sites and endless banner ads everywhere. It's pretty cold here where I live and I'm gonna settle in and get cozy, and maybe watch Conan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since the Election I have stayed away from the talking heads for a while. This site has been a good way for me to get away from all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSOp7qMPlwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HW8MucCywHU/s288/peek2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSOp7qMPlwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HW8MucCywHU/s288/peek2.jpg" alt="Peek A Boo..." title="Peek A Boo..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-145874730829389671?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/145874730829389671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=145874730829389671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/145874730829389671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/145874730829389671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogs-i-follow.html' title='Blog&apos;s I Follow...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSOp7qMPlwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HW8MucCywHU/s72-c/peek2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-3907727283979528136</id><published>2008-11-14T05:47:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:29:04.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodwill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrift Store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keyboards'/><title type='text'>Thrift store Finds! ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSAzAHgsf2I/AAAAAAAAALo/al6kF-AKuRQ/s1600-h/thrifty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSAzAHgsf2I/AAAAAAAAALo/al6kF-AKuRQ/s400/thrifty.jpg" alt="I Love Thrift Stores!" title="I Love Thrift Stores!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269267641132679010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just got back from a thrift store and saw some great stuff. I'm sure I'll be getting some heels at one of them soon. I found some great books. A Handbook for Filmmakers, and a Calvin and Hobbes book for 39 cents! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I find the best books at Goodwill, they usually go with whatever computers have been donated, and are usually older books. Also they are usually in good shape. It seems that a lot of people buy the books and don't use them because they are brand new. Some students donate them after they are done with them too. Anyway... I love Goodwill. I saw a great wig for $6 and it looked like a very nice one too. Didn't get it though because it was very crowded and I was on my way out when I saw it behind the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've seen everything in there, this is a Vietnam Veteran's store and it's a goldmine. I've seen Carvin Guitars and Stacks, Keyboards, and old records that are still in good shape. It's like some one died and all their collection was donated to the thrift stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Which is probably what happens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bye y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-3907727283979528136?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3907727283979528136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=3907727283979528136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/3907727283979528136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/3907727283979528136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Thrift store Finds! ...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SSAzAHgsf2I/AAAAAAAAALo/al6kF-AKuRQ/s72-c/thrifty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-1464759394480553203</id><published>2008-11-12T23:08:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:30:45.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candlelight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='came'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tit&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>I Had A Great Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SR1OoX4RRMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dbsKlrx6x8Y/s1600-h/blue2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SR1OoX4RRMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dbsKlrx6x8Y/s400/blue2.jpg" alt="I Had A Great Time!" title="I Had A Great Time!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268453594605110466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I really had a great time! Really I did! What with the Fireworks and Champagne, the Stars and the Full Moon. The City Lights. Flowers and Candlelight, am I forgetting something? Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I met this girl last week, we bumped into each other at the lunch counter and hit it off right away. I knew I was gonna ask her for her number, and she knew too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I always try to be up front about my crossdressing when I'm interested in someone, but I was gonna try and feel her out a little bit first. No way did I want to miss my chance with her, but of course I realized I'd have to tell her. Just not right then. I mean we hadn't even had a date yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first date was dinner and a movie, and when I told her I liked to dress up sometimes she giggled. Then she asked me if I'd show her my collection. If I had one. I was surprised a little by her reaction, but it's happened that way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd love too. I mean this would mean spending time alone with her, and I wanted that! She even offered to stop by her place to see if she had anything I could use. I told her I didn't have any high heels for one thing, and luckily I have small feet so she had some that might fit me. I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see what I mean? That doesn't sound like a guy talking does it? I didn't ask her if she had a "cute little skirt" though. The funny thing is after we found some heels for me to wear she said "Hey I've got the cutest skirt to go with those heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, and explained to her why what she had said made me laugh. Then we laughed together for about five minutes or so. When we stopped laughing things got more intense, but she was so curious about "Cassie" and wanted to "meet" her. We gathered a few more items and headed over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I had the house to myself for a couple of days, and we spent the rest of the night primping like little girls at a sleepover. I really like this girl and she likes me too, and she got really hot by the time Cassie was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that she would want me to go out as Cassie because I've never done that. As it turns out the last thing either of us wanted was to go anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time spent primping and doing makeup, trying on shoes and she had the sexiest stocking's I've ever had on. I felt so good with them on, and she was about ready to rape me when she saw how I changed into a different person as Cassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sucked my cock for almost an hour. I came on her tit's twice It was so good! She was going wild. Hey, I know the feeling. Then she told me how much she liked me, and said she had a special surprise. All kinds of things were running through my mind when she said to me: "Cassie Honey, I want to show you something.", and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached over the bed and grabbed her backpack, and pulled out a huge strap on. With a big ole' grin she looked at me and said: "Would you like some of this Cassie Baby?". I immediately started squirming on the bed practically begging her to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck Me!", "Fuck Me Now!"... I screamed before I even realized I had said it. The next thing I know she was shoving it in my ass so deep and we were both making a lot of noise. She actually had an orgasm from the moaning and squirming around I was doing! She Fucked My Ass Good and then fell on top of me and laid there twitching around for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still "Makin' Sounds", and that was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying each other a lot, we had a great time at the Fireworks Show. But the real Fireworks had already gone off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-1464759394480553203?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1464759394480553203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=1464759394480553203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/1464759394480553203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/1464759394480553203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-great-time.html' title='I Had A Great Time...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SR1OoX4RRMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dbsKlrx6x8Y/s72-c/blue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-6946008742054324318</id><published>2008-11-10T23:06:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:32:46.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottom'/><title type='text'>Why The Sugar Shack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, it just popped into my head at the last minute. It is kinda appropriate though because there are similarities between the Sugar Shacks that teenagers use, and this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers use them as a place to makeout, and they are usually some type of Fort that younger kids build and the teenagers move in and take it over. At least that's how I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I want to wear stockings and nails, and dress up I have to have a place where I won't be interrupted. Remember me talking about those fake nails not always coming off so easily. That would be a bitch being interrupted in the middle of a night of dressing, and not being able to remove the nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a house with other people, and they don't know about my little secret. So I have to plan things out ahead of time. One thing I do sometimes is disguise my surroundings because I usually take pictures, and I wouldn't want to "blow my cover".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this similar to a Sugar Shack you ask? Well, when I hang backdrops to disguise my surroundings it gives the "ambiance" of a Shack! I know I'm not alone here. It's pretty common to see plastic or sheets hanging in peoples videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to be in my "Sugar Shack" to dress and make videos or take pics. Wheew!... I sure am long winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though the idea just popped into my head, maybe there was a deeper subconscious thought process behind the decision to name my Blog "Cassie's Sugar Shack"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Googling the name I saw many sugar shacks. This Blog however did not come up in the search. Maybe it's just as well because I could be asking for trouble here. Hopefully things won't get out of control. I'll show you what I mean about the backdrops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRkKNXEU8SI/AAAAAAAAACU/MP7KdS-aTIE/s1600-h/sugarshack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRkKNXEU8SI/AAAAAAAAACU/MP7KdS-aTIE/s400/sugarshack.jpg" alt="Ooo Spotlights!" title="Ooo Spotlights!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267252463833248034" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yep... that's the silver side of a blue tarp. I managed to add spotlights and some lens flares with Paintshop. But the quality of the pics themselves is low. And I imagine a good many people will just plain think I'm weird... or worse. Like I said earlier today the blurry images are way better than clear ones would be. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the unlikely event that someone spreads my pics around online enough for someone to recognize me then my surroundings won't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which : Any images or other original content posted on the Blog are copyrighted by me CassiePlay2008. And are not to be used without my expressed permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I've been online long enough to know that once something is posted online it's gonna be all over the internet until the end of time! I imagine the only reason my images might be used elsewhere would be to laugh at me, or worse yet try and cause me problems. The bottom line is nobody cares about what I do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains the Sugar Shack name for the Blog, and my profile explains the name Cassie. It's getting late and I have monkeys to spank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-6946008742054324318?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6946008742054324318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=6946008742054324318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/6946008742054324318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/6946008742054324318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-sugar-shack.html' title='Why The Sugar Shack?'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRkKNXEU8SI/AAAAAAAAACU/MP7KdS-aTIE/s72-c/sugarshack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-9203379895004308198</id><published>2008-11-10T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:33:31.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasquatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talkin&apos; dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugar Shack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult rated'/><title type='text'>Where Was I?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh Yes...Mascara, shaving my whole body. Man, I can't keep doing that or I'll really look like Sasquatch! It sure feels good being smooth all over though. Seems like a theme here. Feeling Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good wig too, mostly because my natural hair isn't gonna work. I've got a cheap one for now, and I only dress for me so it's not a complete loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like some heels but that will have to wait. Plus I'm very tall and thin, too thin to have a nice ass. Heels would just make me look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mention that one of the biggest surprises I got was the first time I wore fake nails. You know those stick on things. No, I didn't go into the store and say "Those nails are so cute!" to the women standing in the aisle while I was there. And there were plenty of women there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them seemed to be watching me and others couldn't care less. I can't believe how much women pay for the things they need every day. Women make less and pay more while Men wear the same underwear they had since they were twelve. Not me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the nails. I don't know why but wearing nails really turns me on. I mean it y'all. The only problem with nails is keeping them on, and trying to do things with them on. I have a feeling wearing heels would be a similar problem also. But I think I'd like to try wearing some soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trying to do things with nails on, like er... ah, touching myself all over. It seems those little sticky tabs either don't work, or you can't get them off when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this is turning into a blog about makeup and stuff when I really was planning on talkin' dirty to someone. I'll get around to it. I'm a little shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRiQvyu4oVI/AAAAAAAAACA/uptn6bmi-L0/s1600-h/cutecassie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRiQvyu4oVI/AAAAAAAAACA/uptn6bmi-L0/s400/cutecassie.jpg" alt="Don't Y'all Think I'm Cute?" title="Don't Y'all Think I'm Cute?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267118914956468562" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting to post that picture so it wouldn't be at the top of the page where an unsuspecting blogger might see it. Then I see that the newest posts are at the top, so it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this Blog is Adult Rated and I even have a little blurb in the header to warn surfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some pretty racy stuff on Blogger. Some girls want to put their nastiest stuff on YouTube, but they link to it from here so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll get right to the point. I know it's blurry as hell. But I was actually happy with the results of the pic in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take it, tell me what you think. I know I just look like a guy wearing a bra but for some reason I "felt" good about it. So much so that I'm writing a Blog about it and posting pictures of my face online. I realize I might not get any visitors, but it's a big deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm holding the wig in place... not trying to look sexy. Well... that too. I'm gettin' all the details out of the way first, it may take a week or so for me to get comfortable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds silly while I've got my pictures here, pictures of me dressing and talkin' up a storm about it. I've never done that before. My next post may be about why I call this the Sugar Shack. I'm sure a lot of you out there knew about those growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now. I've got a few things to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-9203379895004308198?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9203379895004308198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=9203379895004308198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/9203379895004308198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/9203379895004308198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-was-i.html' title='Where Was I?...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRiQvyu4oVI/AAAAAAAAACA/uptn6bmi-L0/s72-c/cutecassie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-2874894862893312456</id><published>2008-11-10T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:07:56.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazingly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaving'/><title type='text'>Lunchtime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm hoping this site will be more reliable than some others which I won't mention. From what I hear it will be. If anyone reads this and can tell me just how far I can go on this blog without getting deleted I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some amazingly nasty stuff on Blogger, but want to ease into it. Mmmmm, yep... I want to slip right in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making little movies for some time now and am aching to get some of them online. Anything to fill in where my boring writing goes. I do have a few stories to tell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have thought a few years ago that dressing like a Female would be something I'd be doing. But here I am! I only dress occasionally, and never in public yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an actual rush when I do, and I don't care why because like I keep saying. It Feels Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to "feel something" when I found myself shaving my whole body in the shower. I wasn't expecting that. It makes my cock hard thinking and writing about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I applied mascara I was clumsy because I'd never done it before, and I didn't have anyone to ask for advice. Of course I Googled everything under the Sun and got lots of info that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a beautiful girl, not by a long shot... but I felt good looking in the mirror with that mascara on. I didn't do a good job either, and need a lot of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my camera takes fairly low quality video clips, and that's where most of my still shots are from, my movies. So low light and low resolution pictures help to keep me from looking like a man wearing stockings. Which I love by the way. Wearing stockings that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I didn't want to dress if I couldn't be "Cute"! I thought about that right after I said it to myself. I said jokingly to a girl one day, "Hey that's a cute little skirt!". I'm not so sure I was joking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lunch is about over. I'll pick up where I left off later. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-2874894862893312456?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2874894862893312456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=2874894862893312456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/2874894862893312456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/2874894862893312456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunchtime.html' title='Lunchtime...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830829081814612609.post-1444810350500928913</id><published>2008-11-10T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:34:17.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm gonna get started by adding some pics, of me of course. But I should put some thought into what I want here. I'll take my time and try to make a worthwhile blog. For me at the very least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRhAHTCuvkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eH1Hili8ags/s1600-h/thoughtful.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRhAHTCuvkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eH1Hili8ags/s400/thoughtful.jpg" alt="Deep Deep Thinking Here!" title="Deep Deep Thinking Here!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267030258324782658" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should have started this when I was more prepared but I was excited and couldn't wait. Now I need to log off and go about my day. Gonna close for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for stopping by Cassie's Sugar Shack!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6830829081814612609-1444810350500928913?l=cassieplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1444810350500928913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6830829081814612609&amp;postID=1444810350500928913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/1444810350500928913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6830829081814612609/posts/default/1444810350500928913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassieplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning...'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234166182792480844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SbXSaNtvqsI/AAAAAAAAASg/0tDkaAYrQyE/S220/profile11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c7rCJ7wtiEU/SRhAHTCuvkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eH1Hili8ags/s72-c/thoughtful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
