I was channeling my inner 8th grader after lunch today.
We only took a few pictures on Saturday night, but I love them. S/he took one of me when I was snoozing in the car, and surprised me by sending it to me today, she hadn’t mentioned taking it. As always it was an interesting, sexy, fun night – even though we were both exhausted from a late night the night before.
We went to our first MVK Dungeon party and went to Kinky School (as I like to call it), where we learned about Fire Play (a kind of edge play). It was sexy and scary and very surreal. We walk into a giant auditorium/gym and in one corner were about 40 people sitting in chairs, a table set up at the front. It looked like a group of completely normal people, it could have been a parent association committee, had there not been a cute little naked 20 something spread out on the table and a man fondling her and setting her on fire. He kind of reminded me of Colonel Sanders.
After the class, and some dirty play in the cleanest bathroom we’ve ever done that in, we went to the party. It was also surreal, the gym was now filled with all kinds of bdsm equiptment, and people were starting to come in and find the area they wanted to play on. We found a spanking bench.
I think my bottom is bruised. 🙂 In the *BEST DAMN WAY* possible. I cried out, I wiggled, I squirmed, I moaned while I was shackled to the bench. S/he would whisper dirty things in my ear, play with me, tease me until I thought I would go mad with it, I wanted her so badly. Even thinking about it now, it’s enough to make me feel teary with need.
it should be noted I’m hormonal – I’m sure that helped spur on the dorky, emo, shmoopy picture-art. 🙂
Lately I have felt this terrible shadow that time is short. LIVE! My inner monologue yells at me. LOVE THE HELL OUT OF HER/HIM WHILE YOU CAN! DON’T WAIT.
And so I do. Like a dork.
For Pride. Because I am damn proud.
I am blessed.