With his hand down my pants:
"You're glowing."
(incoherent noises from my part)
"You're a tiny bit flushed. (grins) You seem a little in heat. Could that be?"
(Which was the point at which I learned that I can shrug while lying down.)
Post-meeting phone call:
Me: "You know, when you left, I was a bit disappointed."
"Why that?"
"Because you left with scratch marks all over and that bruise on your arm and everything, and I had nothing.
(pouts) It's just - I want souvenirs, too."
"Ah, okay. Well, next time I'll file my nails sharp."
"Mmmmyes. Sounds good to me. [...] You know, that nail thing reminds me of Anthony Kiedis's dad. He was quite the party animal and he and his crowd used to take a lot of coke. And they let their pinky nails grow out and filed them into a perfect coke spoon shape."
"You'd have to take care then, though."
"Aw, no problem, he had a nail shorter than the others. And when little Anthony asked him why, he told him that was so he wouldn't hurt his girlfriends."
"You don't need to keep your nails, short, y'know, it's all about the technique."
"Sure, but think of it - what if you're really loaded? You won't want to care too much about your technique then."
Gems like these come from Anthony Kiedis's autobiography "Scar Tissue", btw.
Mittwoch, 3. August 2011
Dienstag, 2. August 2011
Why Do I Always Meet the Perverts?
This is in no way a complaint. I am deliriously happy about this. Let me just give you a few examples of how I seem to attract like-minded people:
- M., my first boyfriend ever, who introduced me to basically everything I am fond of now, from PnP roleplaying to a lot of stellar Goth artists to the concept of polyamory/open relationships to biting and scratching and fighting and being restrained and sending people over the edge by playing with them until they beg you to stop and then beg for more.
- A now good friend of mine, whom I met in a park. After two hours of chit-chat we started talking about Shibari. Out of the blue.
- FY, the guy I had over a few weeks ago.Yes, the one I met after the end of the world. And I thought he was flirting like someone into BDSM, or at least, like a freak. Turns out I was right. We didn't have sex (as in, anything that involved genitalia except him having his hand down my pants - partly because of my habitual monthly hemorrhagia and partly because I didn't want to do more) but we did make out a lot. With him pinning down my wrists over my head, in a very respectful way - I did feel the pressure, but if I had panicked and wanted to get out, I would have been able to without any problems. When he left, his back was full of scratches, he had bite marks on his shoulders and a bruise on his upper arm - and I had four or five tiny bruises scattered over my thighs and nothing else. I was a little disappointed. I love souvenirs. When I told him, he offered to file his nails to tips for our next meeting.
Also, when we talked on the internetphone yesterday, he volunteered to bring some rope and a blindfold when we meet the next time. Yes sir. Yesh! I win!
- The Street Etherite, someone I met via a rather small Internet board (the SD board from now on, because I poke around on several boards) on which all the people seem to know each other IRL and at least half of them used to be together or have casual sex. I do like the crowd there. A lot of very friendly, geeky and slightly crazy RP-loving people. Sometimes more than just slightly crazy.
The Street Etherite is exactly ten years older than me. I think he doesn't know that our age gap is that big. I plan on telling him (and shocking him) when we meet in a month at the board meetup. Also, we flirt a lot via skype. And I mean a LOT. And quite straightforward. I have no idea if (and if yes, how much) I would be interested in him if I had met him IRL. But I enjoy the game we play, maybe even more than it would be good for me. He does seem like an OK and trustworthy person when we break the flirt/hunt/come-hither-game illusion for some heart-to-heart talk, but I'm just not sure. Yesterday he showed me his jingle things via webcam (jingle things = not his genitalia, but restraining stuff that can jingle, in this case two pairs of leather cuffs, a length of chain and a pair of metal handcuffs). I did want to know about them and it just came up in conversation.
My inner masochist/submissive is salivating. And like I said, we definitely flirt in a way that reminds me of power play or sometimes even power exchange. I am probably one of the most recalcitrant submissive you will meet - I cannot and therefore won't let anyone dominate me that can't demonstrate me his ability to do so. And I do enjoy telling him rather straightforward things (like that I noticed the colour of my lipstick today would match his leather cuffs) or dolling myself up for our Skype sessions or putting on a little show while seemingly oblivious to what I look like. I like to play ... (for lack of a better word) tainted, at times, and I love it when he tells me I smile like a maniac plotting something elaborate and inscrutable. I do, btw :)
I still need to take care, though. Even though he told me that we'll see what happens when we meet, and whatever we will do or not do will be okay - he is ten years older than me and a lot more secure about what he wants and how. And I am only just starting to discover myself and others and the games two people can play together if they want to.
And then we start flirting and I start riding the waves and everything happens dead fast.
See what I mean by "always meeting the perverts"? Have you ever experienced something similar?
- M., my first boyfriend ever, who introduced me to basically everything I am fond of now, from PnP roleplaying to a lot of stellar Goth artists to the concept of polyamory/open relationships to biting and scratching and fighting and being restrained and sending people over the edge by playing with them until they beg you to stop and then beg for more.
- A now good friend of mine, whom I met in a park. After two hours of chit-chat we started talking about Shibari. Out of the blue.
- FY, the guy I had over a few weeks ago.Yes, the one I met after the end of the world. And I thought he was flirting like someone into BDSM, or at least, like a freak. Turns out I was right. We didn't have sex (as in, anything that involved genitalia except him having his hand down my pants - partly because of my habitual monthly hemorrhagia and partly because I didn't want to do more) but we did make out a lot. With him pinning down my wrists over my head, in a very respectful way - I did feel the pressure, but if I had panicked and wanted to get out, I would have been able to without any problems. When he left, his back was full of scratches, he had bite marks on his shoulders and a bruise on his upper arm - and I had four or five tiny bruises scattered over my thighs and nothing else. I was a little disappointed. I love souvenirs. When I told him, he offered to file his nails to tips for our next meeting.
Also, when we talked on the internetphone yesterday, he volunteered to bring some rope and a blindfold when we meet the next time. Yes sir. Yesh! I win!
- The Street Etherite, someone I met via a rather small Internet board (the SD board from now on, because I poke around on several boards) on which all the people seem to know each other IRL and at least half of them used to be together or have casual sex. I do like the crowd there. A lot of very friendly, geeky and slightly crazy RP-loving people. Sometimes more than just slightly crazy.
The Street Etherite is exactly ten years older than me. I think he doesn't know that our age gap is that big. I plan on telling him (and shocking him) when we meet in a month at the board meetup. Also, we flirt a lot via skype. And I mean a LOT. And quite straightforward. I have no idea if (and if yes, how much) I would be interested in him if I had met him IRL. But I enjoy the game we play, maybe even more than it would be good for me. He does seem like an OK and trustworthy person when we break the flirt/hunt/come-hither-game illusion for some heart-to-heart talk, but I'm just not sure. Yesterday he showed me his jingle things via webcam (jingle things = not his genitalia, but restraining stuff that can jingle, in this case two pairs of leather cuffs, a length of chain and a pair of metal handcuffs). I did want to know about them and it just came up in conversation.
My inner masochist/submissive is salivating. And like I said, we definitely flirt in a way that reminds me of power play or sometimes even power exchange. I am probably one of the most recalcitrant submissive you will meet - I cannot and therefore won't let anyone dominate me that can't demonstrate me his ability to do so. And I do enjoy telling him rather straightforward things (like that I noticed the colour of my lipstick today would match his leather cuffs) or dolling myself up for our Skype sessions or putting on a little show while seemingly oblivious to what I look like. I like to play ... (for lack of a better word) tainted, at times, and I love it when he tells me I smile like a maniac plotting something elaborate and inscrutable. I do, btw :)
I still need to take care, though. Even though he told me that we'll see what happens when we meet, and whatever we will do or not do will be okay - he is ten years older than me and a lot more secure about what he wants and how. And I am only just starting to discover myself and others and the games two people can play together if they want to.
And then we start flirting and I start riding the waves and everything happens dead fast.
See what I mean by "always meeting the perverts"? Have you ever experienced something similar?
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