Misty and I went out and enjoyed a night at the fantastic Fetish Weekend Saturday night event. We danced, we played, we people watched. It was fucking wonderful. It was our 3 year anniversary.

We were on the dance floor, and the sights were surreal, a pervy acid trip, kesha lyrics come to life with a dark twist. There was a pink and white latex clad nymphet with a giant hello kitty head dancing in an elevated cage. Everyone in sexy barely there fetishy clothes, one person was in this goggled hood that had two giant black rubber inflatable curly horns. Pan’s labyrinth meets kink.com – with the dance lights lighting us all up in glittery rainbow colours to the thumping of dance music. It was the shit that makes me feel alive, and drunk on living.

We were dancing, touching each other under our stupidly short skirts (wide belts, really), when Misty put her penis in my hand.

“Tell me you love me.” S/he says into my ear, as we move together, the warmth of her in my hand.

I look into her eyes, hoping that everything that I feel, all the warmth that is filling my insides, this incredible feeling that I find so hard to wrangle sometimes, like a wild horse, all the joy, the awe, that she can see/feel these things coming out of me. With that, and a with happiness bubbling up in my voice, I shout over the music.

“I LOVE YOU!”, smiling and laughing because I can’t control the effervescent feeling. I feel her cock harden in my hand.

My eyes go wide and my mouth makes a surprised little “o”. She laughs at me. Her smiling eyes (the happiest eyes I know!), are twinkling with mischief.

“Say it again!” she says with adorable sass.

“I love you…” I say with wonder as I feel her swell some more. We both are smiling and laughing.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!!!!!!” I’m breathless and dizzy from the emotions and the rock hard penis in my hand.

We kiss. We dance. We touch. We lick. It was a fun, sexy, heart filling night.

I even got to see her kiss a girl/boy photographer on the way out the door. Yep, super sexy. If I get one of the pictures, I’ll post it.

I’m in a pensive mood this evening. Girl brain is a bit of a runaway train tonight. Even Darth made an appearance in my thoughts. Mostly about how he’s doing and what a healthy relationship looks like and how much I value the intimacy of truth.

Boy-side is coming to a big family shindig of mine this weekend. We’re even headed down into the State’s for it. He’s going to meet Jill and brother, and my other brother (who’s wedding we are attending) and loads of people I love. I’m excited. And happy about this in ways my brain hasn’t properly processed. Boy-side is still very skitish about this that feel relationship-y, and yet here he is, coming with me. What does that say to you? I like it, whatever it is. Just like the I love you/hard penis thing. Yes, yes I do. I like it a lot.