I went back to work today, fuzzy and muzzy and generally just feeling like a wig that had been through the clothes dryer. It was report day, when I start pulling stuff to get ready for tomorrow’s afternoon meeting. Jeannette, my new seat-mate, was like “What’s wrong? Are you OK?” I tried to demur and tell her that it was just trying to get caught up on work from yesterday making me stressed. She looked at me a moment longer and then said “No. This isn’t a work thing. There’s something going on.” Spooky. I’m going to have to mind my p’s and q’s around this girl. She’s very intuitive, with just a bit of something else. She told me her grandmother had been a kind of Mexican sha-woman. Fortunately I was able to come up with something on the spot to try to explain why my energy was off. If she didn't buy it, she was too polite to say so.
After the third time I was almost in tears, I finally realized what was happening – Dom drop. It’s a common phenomenon among those in the life. After flying on adrenaline and endorphins for so long there’s a price to be paid, and I’d been mostly flying for about two days. Oddly, once I realized what was happening I was fine. I calmed right down, got into the groove, and got some work done. By the end of the day I was all caught up from being out.
After work I hit the gym (for the first time in two weeks! and about damn time) and then headed to the grocery store. One of the things I need to do this week is cut the grass. I was supposed to do it yesterday, but it rained in the morning and I used that as an excuse to be lazy. But I had already decided today wouldn’t be the day. When we were re-capping the camp out for Miss Kat and dana, Miss Kat just looks over at me and was like “So do you have one of those chocolate rice crispy treats for me?” in that casual way of Domme assumption that she has. Of course I was floored, but thinking quickly, I remembered that I had some sponge cake and dream whip at the house. I told her I would bring her a small trifle this week. Tonight was the night. I got some tropical fruit, and called them on the way home.
When I got home, my lawn was mowed. That means I owe Danny a cake. Bless his heart. He cut the neighbor’s grass again too.
I threw some supper down my throat, threw the trifle together, cleaned up the kitchen, and headed for Miss Kat and dana’s house. It’s just always good to see them. We had some dessert and a nice visit.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
A post in which I have a date*
I had taken the day off today to kind of get some stuff caught up at the house, but I was too lazy to get much done. I’ve spent the last week in perpetual motion and I guess I just needed some down time. I was also pretty floaty and dreamy still.
I ate breakfast, took a nap, and did some laundry from the camp out: blankets and the like. Changed the sheets. I had a buddy come by for a bit. I picked up my suit from the cleaners, which I had forgotten to do a last weekend, and hauled off the recycling. I had intended to do the thrift shop run today, but ended up short of time. Plus the last time I did Red Ribbon I didn’t find anything but junk really. I think some queen there is skimming off the good stuff before it gets into inventory.
I had a real date tonight. The first in a long time. I called him about 11, but didn’t hear back. I called again around 4, and got him. After he derided one of my favorite restaurants (but told me he had no plans for what we were going to do tonight), he started trying to give me directions to a place neither of us had been before while I was driving. He informed me that his favorite restaurants were all in Charlotte or Atlanta. He finally told me he would just call me back when he got off work. So now I had no idea how long I have to get ready. By that point I was disappointed enough to think about just canceling, but I’m trying not to eliminate guys without going out with them first.
He called me back shortly after 5 and after the SALT talks were re-visited (he's a very picky eater, another pet peeve of mine), we decided to meet at a Mexican place in Easley. I read for a bit, and then headed over there. It was OK. He’s a nice enough guy. But I’d already kind of gotten the ick about it. We had a nice enough dinner, but conversation was hard to come by after I got through the details on the camp out. He listened with a fair amount of interest, but it seemed more of a novelty to him than something he was really trying to understand.
We met for dinner at 6. I drove back from Easley, went to the grocery store, and was home by 8. I guess it's back to the drawing board. Again. It wasn't the fact that he didn't like my restaurant, it was the fact that he was kind of snotty about not liking it. And this was a first date, when he's supposed to be on his best behavior. I couldn't help but wonder what he would be like in a couple of weeks.
I talked to Justin for a bit, and he invited me to a get-together at his house on Saturday. That will be fun. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them all up there.
I ate breakfast, took a nap, and did some laundry from the camp out: blankets and the like. Changed the sheets. I had a buddy come by for a bit. I picked up my suit from the cleaners, which I had forgotten to do a last weekend, and hauled off the recycling. I had intended to do the thrift shop run today, but ended up short of time. Plus the last time I did Red Ribbon I didn’t find anything but junk really. I think some queen there is skimming off the good stuff before it gets into inventory.
I had a real date tonight. The first in a long time. I called him about 11, but didn’t hear back. I called again around 4, and got him. After he derided one of my favorite restaurants (but told me he had no plans for what we were going to do tonight), he started trying to give me directions to a place neither of us had been before while I was driving. He informed me that his favorite restaurants were all in Charlotte or Atlanta. He finally told me he would just call me back when he got off work. So now I had no idea how long I have to get ready. By that point I was disappointed enough to think about just canceling, but I’m trying not to eliminate guys without going out with them first.
He called me back shortly after 5 and after the SALT talks were re-visited (he's a very picky eater, another pet peeve of mine), we decided to meet at a Mexican place in Easley. I read for a bit, and then headed over there. It was OK. He’s a nice enough guy. But I’d already kind of gotten the ick about it. We had a nice enough dinner, but conversation was hard to come by after I got through the details on the camp out. He listened with a fair amount of interest, but it seemed more of a novelty to him than something he was really trying to understand.
We met for dinner at 6. I drove back from Easley, went to the grocery store, and was home by 8. I guess it's back to the drawing board. Again. It wasn't the fact that he didn't like my restaurant, it was the fact that he was kind of snotty about not liking it. And this was a first date, when he's supposed to be on his best behavior. I couldn't help but wonder what he would be like in a couple of weeks.
I talked to Justin for a bit, and he invited me to a get-together at his house on Saturday. That will be fun. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them all up there.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
A post in which I float through the day
Sundays at camp out are always kind of sad. Everyone is getting ready to go. By the time I got up, the tear-down was well underway. I helped for a while, then rounded up all the dessert stuff, loaded up the car, said my goodbyes, and headed home.
I leave the days after camp out as a “floating” day to coast on afterglow. I’m kind of fuzzy and happy, but it’s hard to make decisions. Basically, I’m like Scarlett O’Hara the morning after she gets carried up the staircase. Eventually I ate something and took a good nap. I thought about laundry, but didn’t do anything about it. After straightening up just a bit and a long shower, I felt like a new man.
I called my mother to tell her happy Mother’s Day, and I called Eve. I called Ms Shay and told her about the campout and my new paddles. I sent her pics online. She’s so good to me. She was very complimentary.
I had told Russ and Billy that if they weren’t too tired we could get together later. They called me about three and said they were going to a movie. We agreed to meet at their place and go to dinner later. I had some puppy time with the dogs and Ben came over for a while. After that we went out to the Ni Hao for some cheap sushi.
We dropped by Miss Kat and dana’s house for a re-cap and visit after dinner. It was a nice evening.
I leave the days after camp out as a “floating” day to coast on afterglow. I’m kind of fuzzy and happy, but it’s hard to make decisions. Basically, I’m like Scarlett O’Hara the morning after she gets carried up the staircase. Eventually I ate something and took a good nap. I thought about laundry, but didn’t do anything about it. After straightening up just a bit and a long shower, I felt like a new man.
I called my mother to tell her happy Mother’s Day, and I called Eve. I called Ms Shay and told her about the campout and my new paddles. I sent her pics online. She’s so good to me. She was very complimentary.
I had told Russ and Billy that if they weren’t too tired we could get together later. They called me about three and said they were going to a movie. We agreed to meet at their place and go to dinner later. I had some puppy time with the dogs and Ben came over for a while. After that we went out to the Ni Hao for some cheap sushi.
We dropped by Miss Kat and dana’s house for a re-cap and visit after dinner. It was a nice evening.
A post in which I have my first real toys!
I'm so incredibly proud of them! A matching set of four paddles in curly maple. Isn't the grain gorgeous? These are toys that I can grow with and use for years. Plus I got them used on me Saturday night by Beth, a very sweet woman whom I like a lot. Yeah, getting them was pretty much perfect.
You can see more of these beautiful things here. If you have any questions, just email Gene Whitesides over there. He is a SUPER nice guy.
I'm going to post about the camp out later. Today is my time set aside just to enjoy the afterglow :)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A post in which I get my first big boy whoopin'
After dinner, it was time to play! There was already a scene in process as we started moving chairs and tables out of the lodge so we could move the barrier to increase play space. Ms Jan was running an all-sub game similar to musical chairs, only with paddles and the like. It was funny and fun to watch. It also broke the ice and started getting people warmed up, and everyone could watch and enjoy.
After the game was over, folks started pairing up, talking, etc. I noticed that Beth was missing. She had gone to lie down. When I went to check on her though, she was in the shower, so I figured she was up and getting ready. Later on though, she told me that she was getting a migraine and didn’t know if she would be able to or not. She told me to play if I got the chance, and we could play another time.
There was one really cute girl there with her partner. She had been in the game and had this sassy, almost bratty type of energy. She told me she liked my butt, and we had talked a while the night before. I told her if she wanted to play, she really couldn’t injure me with a flogger. She was unsure though, and so we recruited Russ to help her and kind of do a tutorial and monitor the scene. Things started off a bit rough, but we ended up having a good time. Since she was pretty and flogging me topless (wearing only some pretty pastel teal satin panties with bows on the hips), it was a hot scene to watch, and apparently several people really enjoyed watching it.
When she got done, I started to get up, but Beth was there. I noticed she was carrying the towel that my new paddles were wrapped in. And then the real scene started. She told me later that she thought we would have a giggly fun girl scene like she had had in the past with Billy, but when she got into it; she realized that I really wanted to play. And oh man did I! I really needed a whoopin. We had a great and very intense scene together, and she gave me my first big-boy whoopin really. It was fantastic. Beth took me further than I have been before. At times I was worried I had bitten off more than I could chew, but I know and trust her. That made all the difference. Also, being on the horse helped as well I think. I could just concentrate on what was happening and not have to worry about things like if my legs were going to sleep, or keeping my balance. I haven’t done a scene on a horse before, but once I figured out where my hands and legs and stuff should go I liked it.
Afterwards, I strolled out on the smoking porch, flying on endorphins, and visited and smoked.
Meanwhile, a beautiful woman I had noticed the night before had been checking me out. Her name is Big Red, and she’s from Atlanta. She’s also a good friend of Ms Shay’s. That’s a pretty big recommendation for me. We started talking with her lover Dyllan and Beth. She started a-vampin me, and I liked it. Apparently Big Red came to the scene through the gay leather scene, and really likes to play with gay boys, which of course suits me perfectly. I really enjoyed talking to them. She wanted to play, but I was already torn up pretty well at this point and it was getting late. So we made plans to meet at SELF in Atlanta next month. It’s gonna be like waiting for Christmas!
I went back to my room and slept at Beth’s feet. Just like in the Marketplace books. I was very happy.
After the game was over, folks started pairing up, talking, etc. I noticed that Beth was missing. She had gone to lie down. When I went to check on her though, she was in the shower, so I figured she was up and getting ready. Later on though, she told me that she was getting a migraine and didn’t know if she would be able to or not. She told me to play if I got the chance, and we could play another time.
There was one really cute girl there with her partner. She had been in the game and had this sassy, almost bratty type of energy. She told me she liked my butt, and we had talked a while the night before. I told her if she wanted to play, she really couldn’t injure me with a flogger. She was unsure though, and so we recruited Russ to help her and kind of do a tutorial and monitor the scene. Things started off a bit rough, but we ended up having a good time. Since she was pretty and flogging me topless (wearing only some pretty pastel teal satin panties with bows on the hips), it was a hot scene to watch, and apparently several people really enjoyed watching it.
When she got done, I started to get up, but Beth was there. I noticed she was carrying the towel that my new paddles were wrapped in. And then the real scene started. She told me later that she thought we would have a giggly fun girl scene like she had had in the past with Billy, but when she got into it; she realized that I really wanted to play. And oh man did I! I really needed a whoopin. We had a great and very intense scene together, and she gave me my first big-boy whoopin really. It was fantastic. Beth took me further than I have been before. At times I was worried I had bitten off more than I could chew, but I know and trust her. That made all the difference. Also, being on the horse helped as well I think. I could just concentrate on what was happening and not have to worry about things like if my legs were going to sleep, or keeping my balance. I haven’t done a scene on a horse before, but once I figured out where my hands and legs and stuff should go I liked it.
Afterwards, I strolled out on the smoking porch, flying on endorphins, and visited and smoked.
Meanwhile, a beautiful woman I had noticed the night before had been checking me out. Her name is Big Red, and she’s from Atlanta. She’s also a good friend of Ms Shay’s. That’s a pretty big recommendation for me. We started talking with her lover Dyllan and Beth. She started a-vampin me, and I liked it. Apparently Big Red came to the scene through the gay leather scene, and really likes to play with gay boys, which of course suits me perfectly. I really enjoyed talking to them. She wanted to play, but I was already torn up pretty well at this point and it was getting late. So we made plans to meet at SELF in Atlanta next month. It’s gonna be like waiting for Christmas!
I went back to my room and slept at Beth’s feet. Just like in the Marketplace books. I was very happy.
A post in which I buy my first real toys, and get my camp job done
Today started out the best way for a camp out to start. I got up and went to the lodge for coffee on the smoking porch as the sun came up. The woods are gorgeous, and Mother Nature has all the plants decked out in finery for the weekend. It’s that time of year in the south when everything blooms, and aggressively green shoots are just aching upwards everywhere.
After breakfast, the vendors set up. There was one AMAZING man – Gene Whitesides - selling beautiful hand-made paddles and canes in all varieties of gorgeous and exotic wood. Absolutely works of art, sanded to a glossy gleam and waxed, not varnished. I was immediately drawn to the table. Now paddles aren’t something I ever thought I would like, but Ms Shay made me love them when she used hers on me for the first time. There were many pretty ones, but the curly maple in particular caught my eye. The grain of the wood was so outstanding. But I only had $50 with me. I talked to Beth when she came in to look, and she told me that the prices on these pieces were very cheap. She said painted paddles with not anywhere near this level of workmanship sold for almost twice as much. I really wanted more than one, so I had to decide which ones I would pick. That took a while. I finally took Billy over with me, and we looked together. I finally decided I had to have the curly maple frat paddle, and really wanted a long “slapper” that matched to go with it. Billy told me he and Russ would go in on the slapper with me so I could get both.
I went on, very happy, but then found myself wandering back through the vendor area. There were two other matching pieces as well: a round “ping pong” type paddle, and a shorter slapper. I had showed my first two to a couple of people who told me that the long slapper I had would probably break eventually. I figured the shorter one would be more sturdy, as well as being more versatile. Mr. Whitesides kindly offered to hold them for me until I could get to the ATM a bit later. His partner was very nice as well. They were just super folks, but then I tend to meet super folks at LOCK.
I had helped clean up a bit after breakfast, but left one of the pans to soak. Apparently they had done an egg casserole without spraying or buttering the pan first. Even after soaking, it was a big job scrubbing that thing. All I had was a little non-stick scrubber, and it just wasn't cutting it. I ended up having to get a spatula and scrape the whole thing down, then scrub it to get it clean. It was a chore.
After a bit more visiting, I went home to assemble desserts. I was in a tither. Getting the desserts to the camp out intact is the most nerve-wracking part. I’m always afraid that something is going to fall apart or get dropped. First, when I got to the house, the bathroom had been trashed again. I got a broom and cleaned up a bit. I started putting the dream whip together for the trifle, and realized I had made a mistake, so I had to run back to the store for more mix. With a (lot) more mix though, it went together fine. I finished up what I was doing, straightened up, and started getting ready to head back up the mountain. When I got out my glaze for the cake, though, it had separated. I was upset, because I thought the glaze was so good. But I stuck it in the car with my cornstarch, and just headed back.
Into interminable traffic. First, I ran into a funeral on Augusta road. When I finally got through that, some ancient woman decided she had to turn left – while all the backed up traffic from the funeral tried to get through. When I finally got around her, there was a bicycle in my lane – in the middle of the lane – refusing to let the traffic by. Then the city had shut down Main Street for yet another dildonic street festival. By the time I got through downtown, I was a nervous wreck. I had a fragile, recently mixed whipped cream trifle in the car, plus two icebox pies, and it was 89 degrees. I had the air on full blast, but my nerves were shot.
I managed to get everything back to the campground OK, and had helpers to get it all inside. I paid for my paddles and got them back to the cabin, and then just tried to chill out a bit before dinner.
When dinner time came, I was out on the smoking porch. People started showing up dressed and I went on back and put on my outfit, my super-slutty jeans (which – yay! – I’m back down into) and a purple fairy t-shirt I bought for the camp out but have never worn. I thought I looked pretty good. I got back in time to go in and for the announcements to start. While everyone ate, I started slicing things and getting them ready to put out. When I went to take the icebox pies out, I realized that I had left the rice crispy treats in the fridge. I popped them in to make sure the chocolate was firmed up, but intended to leave them in only for an hour. They were still in, and the chocolate on top was hard as a brick. There was nothing to do but start trying to carve them up. I got a decent knife, but it wouldn’t work as far as the sides go, and my arm was wearing out. I got a cleaver, which worked OK since I could slice down into them, but then the cleaver handle broke.
Meanwhile, the kitchen is roasting and I am trying not to let sweat from my face get in anything. I had a paper towel to blot with, but it got in the chocolate crumbs and I smeared chocolate all over my face. I went and washed my face. I eventually got everything cut up and plated, and ate a bite of supper. After I ate, I went out on the porch for a mo, and looked for Kay to find out when I should serve dessert. As I was asking where she was, I heard a chorus from inside “DES-SERT! DES-SERT! DES-SERT!!” I decided just to go back in and serve. I grabbed some guys, put my toppy boots on, and started giving orders. While I was heating the glaze for the cake, they got everything else out and ready to go.
Dessert was a huge success – probably the best one since I have been doing them. People come expecting to be wowed, and save room. When I ducked back through the dining room to see how things were going, I got a spontaneous round of applause, and many compliments. It was very gratifying. That’s one of the best things about cooking for LOCK. People realize that you’ve gone to trouble for them and they really appreciate it. I get my best feedback from LOCK. It was worth every minute of work I put in this week.
After breakfast, the vendors set up. There was one AMAZING man – Gene Whitesides - selling beautiful hand-made paddles and canes in all varieties of gorgeous and exotic wood. Absolutely works of art, sanded to a glossy gleam and waxed, not varnished. I was immediately drawn to the table. Now paddles aren’t something I ever thought I would like, but Ms Shay made me love them when she used hers on me for the first time. There were many pretty ones, but the curly maple in particular caught my eye. The grain of the wood was so outstanding. But I only had $50 with me. I talked to Beth when she came in to look, and she told me that the prices on these pieces were very cheap. She said painted paddles with not anywhere near this level of workmanship sold for almost twice as much. I really wanted more than one, so I had to decide which ones I would pick. That took a while. I finally took Billy over with me, and we looked together. I finally decided I had to have the curly maple frat paddle, and really wanted a long “slapper” that matched to go with it. Billy told me he and Russ would go in on the slapper with me so I could get both.
I went on, very happy, but then found myself wandering back through the vendor area. There were two other matching pieces as well: a round “ping pong” type paddle, and a shorter slapper. I had showed my first two to a couple of people who told me that the long slapper I had would probably break eventually. I figured the shorter one would be more sturdy, as well as being more versatile. Mr. Whitesides kindly offered to hold them for me until I could get to the ATM a bit later. His partner was very nice as well. They were just super folks, but then I tend to meet super folks at LOCK.
I had helped clean up a bit after breakfast, but left one of the pans to soak. Apparently they had done an egg casserole without spraying or buttering the pan first. Even after soaking, it was a big job scrubbing that thing. All I had was a little non-stick scrubber, and it just wasn't cutting it. I ended up having to get a spatula and scrape the whole thing down, then scrub it to get it clean. It was a chore.
After a bit more visiting, I went home to assemble desserts. I was in a tither. Getting the desserts to the camp out intact is the most nerve-wracking part. I’m always afraid that something is going to fall apart or get dropped. First, when I got to the house, the bathroom had been trashed again. I got a broom and cleaned up a bit. I started putting the dream whip together for the trifle, and realized I had made a mistake, so I had to run back to the store for more mix. With a (lot) more mix though, it went together fine. I finished up what I was doing, straightened up, and started getting ready to head back up the mountain. When I got out my glaze for the cake, though, it had separated. I was upset, because I thought the glaze was so good. But I stuck it in the car with my cornstarch, and just headed back.
Into interminable traffic. First, I ran into a funeral on Augusta road. When I finally got through that, some ancient woman decided she had to turn left – while all the backed up traffic from the funeral tried to get through. When I finally got around her, there was a bicycle in my lane – in the middle of the lane – refusing to let the traffic by. Then the city had shut down Main Street for yet another dildonic street festival. By the time I got through downtown, I was a nervous wreck. I had a fragile, recently mixed whipped cream trifle in the car, plus two icebox pies, and it was 89 degrees. I had the air on full blast, but my nerves were shot.
I managed to get everything back to the campground OK, and had helpers to get it all inside. I paid for my paddles and got them back to the cabin, and then just tried to chill out a bit before dinner.
When dinner time came, I was out on the smoking porch. People started showing up dressed and I went on back and put on my outfit, my super-slutty jeans (which – yay! – I’m back down into) and a purple fairy t-shirt I bought for the camp out but have never worn. I thought I looked pretty good. I got back in time to go in and for the announcements to start. While everyone ate, I started slicing things and getting them ready to put out. When I went to take the icebox pies out, I realized that I had left the rice crispy treats in the fridge. I popped them in to make sure the chocolate was firmed up, but intended to leave them in only for an hour. They were still in, and the chocolate on top was hard as a brick. There was nothing to do but start trying to carve them up. I got a decent knife, but it wouldn’t work as far as the sides go, and my arm was wearing out. I got a cleaver, which worked OK since I could slice down into them, but then the cleaver handle broke.
Meanwhile, the kitchen is roasting and I am trying not to let sweat from my face get in anything. I had a paper towel to blot with, but it got in the chocolate crumbs and I smeared chocolate all over my face. I went and washed my face. I eventually got everything cut up and plated, and ate a bite of supper. After I ate, I went out on the porch for a mo, and looked for Kay to find out when I should serve dessert. As I was asking where she was, I heard a chorus from inside “DES-SERT! DES-SERT! DES-SERT!!” I decided just to go back in and serve. I grabbed some guys, put my toppy boots on, and started giving orders. While I was heating the glaze for the cake, they got everything else out and ready to go.
Dessert was a huge success – probably the best one since I have been doing them. People come expecting to be wowed, and save room. When I ducked back through the dining room to see how things were going, I got a spontaneous round of applause, and many compliments. It was very gratifying. That’s one of the best things about cooking for LOCK. People realize that you’ve gone to trouble for them and they really appreciate it. I get my best feedback from LOCK. It was worth every minute of work I put in this week.
Friday, May 8, 2009
A post in which I finally get to the camp out!
I was panting with impatience all day long, so of course we had a crisis right when I was about to leave that I had to attend to. But I took care of it, and got the heck out of the office.
I have men coming at me from all directions. I have a date Monday night, I met a guy at the barber shop last night, and today Kay texted me to tell me that she was bringing me a man to the camp out as well! I couldn’t wait, so I had been texting her today at work. It rained cats and dogs for about an hour this morning, but then cleared up. I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow! Sunday I don’t care about.
I got home, threw things in the car in record time, and was just about to jet out of the house when I realized that a) I had forgotten my cigarettes; and b) I hadn’t taken the frozen cakes out to thaw. I took the cakes out, but couldn’t find my cigarettes anywhere. I just stopped and got more on the way.
I made it to the camp ground in good time and proceeded to start greeting people. There were a lot of new people though. I went in to eat something because I knew I needed to or my blood sugar would be messed up. Russ and Billy had thoughtfully brought me some sushi to eat, which I thought was super nice of them. I ate as fast as I could and still be reasonably polite. I was ready to start socializing!
Kay introduced me to Patrick, the guy she wanted me to meet. He was really nice, but just not at all my type. But if Kay likes him there has to be more to him than I could see.
I found and greeted Joanne, Rob, and Mikah. It’s always good to see them. I know them well enough now that I’m not shy around Mikah anymore. He’s straight, and at first that was hard for me, but he’s such a nice guy that I’ve gotten over it. Rob was his usual flirtatious pretty self. That is one good looking man. Joanne was just like she always is. She’s brassy but she has a heart of gold.
Little Brandy came up on the smoking porch and threw herself at me. She is the sweetest little thing.
As the sun went down, we all greeted each other and settled in to play.
Well some people did anyway. I really wanted to play, but couldn’t seem to get it put together. Kay was too tired; but bless her heart she had worked herself half to death putting everything together and I couldn’t blame her. We decided to play tomorrow afternoon. I had already asked Beth if she wanted to play tomorrow night. I’ve gotten less shy about asking people to play now that I’m a bit more sure of myself. And Beth is super nice. We had a really good talk the last time we shared a room and I got to know her a bit. I really like her.
So I relaxed and smoked and talked, and watched some of the scenes. A very sexy woman with a white streak in her dark hair (ala Lily Munster, only sexier) was working a guy over pretty hard with a single tail. The scene just went on and on. I was amazed he could take so much. I found out later that his wife had a heart problem and couldn’t whoop him anymore, so she came with him to get him what he needed, and sat and watched the scene. I found that very touching.
Rob had some girl on the cross on the other side of the room, flogging her. She was so short he had to get down on his knees to do it, and again it was a long scene. I thought that had to be killing his knees, but he just kept on going.
I hung out with Russ and smoked and talked the evening away. It was good to see everyone. I felt very peaceful; as if I was where I needed to be. I watched the moon rise over the trees and the pond you can see from the lodge, surrounded by friends, and all seemed right with the world.
When we turned in, Joanne was on Ambien and had stayed up too long. She, Russ, Billy, Rob, and Mikah were having quite a high old time giggling and tickling each other and singing little songs like kids. I wish I could remember the words to the “My titties are pretties” song – that was a scream!
I have men coming at me from all directions. I have a date Monday night, I met a guy at the barber shop last night, and today Kay texted me to tell me that she was bringing me a man to the camp out as well! I couldn’t wait, so I had been texting her today at work. It rained cats and dogs for about an hour this morning, but then cleared up. I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow! Sunday I don’t care about.
I got home, threw things in the car in record time, and was just about to jet out of the house when I realized that a) I had forgotten my cigarettes; and b) I hadn’t taken the frozen cakes out to thaw. I took the cakes out, but couldn’t find my cigarettes anywhere. I just stopped and got more on the way.
I made it to the camp ground in good time and proceeded to start greeting people. There were a lot of new people though. I went in to eat something because I knew I needed to or my blood sugar would be messed up. Russ and Billy had thoughtfully brought me some sushi to eat, which I thought was super nice of them. I ate as fast as I could and still be reasonably polite. I was ready to start socializing!
Kay introduced me to Patrick, the guy she wanted me to meet. He was really nice, but just not at all my type. But if Kay likes him there has to be more to him than I could see.
I found and greeted Joanne, Rob, and Mikah. It’s always good to see them. I know them well enough now that I’m not shy around Mikah anymore. He’s straight, and at first that was hard for me, but he’s such a nice guy that I’ve gotten over it. Rob was his usual flirtatious pretty self. That is one good looking man. Joanne was just like she always is. She’s brassy but she has a heart of gold.
Little Brandy came up on the smoking porch and threw herself at me. She is the sweetest little thing.
As the sun went down, we all greeted each other and settled in to play.
Well some people did anyway. I really wanted to play, but couldn’t seem to get it put together. Kay was too tired; but bless her heart she had worked herself half to death putting everything together and I couldn’t blame her. We decided to play tomorrow afternoon. I had already asked Beth if she wanted to play tomorrow night. I’ve gotten less shy about asking people to play now that I’m a bit more sure of myself. And Beth is super nice. We had a really good talk the last time we shared a room and I got to know her a bit. I really like her.
So I relaxed and smoked and talked, and watched some of the scenes. A very sexy woman with a white streak in her dark hair (ala Lily Munster, only sexier) was working a guy over pretty hard with a single tail. The scene just went on and on. I was amazed he could take so much. I found out later that his wife had a heart problem and couldn’t whoop him anymore, so she came with him to get him what he needed, and sat and watched the scene. I found that very touching.
Rob had some girl on the cross on the other side of the room, flogging her. She was so short he had to get down on his knees to do it, and again it was a long scene. I thought that had to be killing his knees, but he just kept on going.
I hung out with Russ and smoked and talked the evening away. It was good to see everyone. I felt very peaceful; as if I was where I needed to be. I watched the moon rise over the trees and the pond you can see from the lodge, surrounded by friends, and all seemed right with the world.
When we turned in, Joanne was on Ambien and had stayed up too long. She, Russ, Billy, Rob, and Mikah were having quite a high old time giggling and tickling each other and singing little songs like kids. I wish I could remember the words to the “My titties are pretties” song – that was a scream!
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