It’s been a little while since I’ve been able to post.
Sweetie and I moved into a new apartment last week, and while it is shaping up
to be quite a little love nest, moving has been sucking the life out of my
writing life.
So! Three main updates:
- My
first date with Mr. Popular! I named him that because we first started
corresponding last summer when his dance card was all filled, and at the
moment he lives with his two kids, wife, his ex-wife, and his ex-wife’s
new partner, as well as having another girlfriend who doesn’t live with
them. I’m thinking that if we work out, he’d make a nice once-a-month
treat, and I’m excited about meeting the rest of the constellation some
day too.
Mr. Popular is a tall, beardy, adorable engineer. He asked
me out for Indian food, which means yay, he read my profile! We sat there
talking for like three hours, about his family, my adventures, his love of Rock
Band, and poly in general. He was all full of energy and it was easy to get
excited about him. (In fact, when I excused myself to go to the restroom, I was
so excited that it was hard to pee, so I think that’s a good sign.)
He likes to seduce girls by inviting them over to play
Beatles Rock Band—he says it’s easy to get cozy after singing all those
romantic songs together. So that’s exactly the plan for our second date, which
isn’t for a few weeks. He gave me the choice of family-style Rock Band or a
more datey plan, and I chose the just-the-two-of-us version because I want to
get to know him a little better before I meet everyone else.
What really turns me on about Mr. Popular is that he has to
be proactive about scheduling—it oddly seems easier to make plans with him than
with less-busy pals. I feel like all of the stuff he’s got going on makes him
more respectful of the stuff I’ve got going on—and that is HOT.
- On the
other hand, my second date with Mr. Hazel Eyes was romantically
serendipitous. I was just getting out of a placement test on Friday when
he texted to tell me that he needed a hug. I happened to be in the
neighborhood where he works, so I was happy to deliver one. It was pouring
down rain so I had to go on a quest for an umbrella—the only one I could
find was a mini Hello Kitty one, darn.
I was dressed for a placement test, not a date, and my back
was soaked from the rain, but he didn’t seem to mind. We met at the local
indoor farmer’s market and had burgers in the little diner there. Over lunch we
talked about some of the things I’ve been worrying about, my post-Bill
anxieties, which he was able to mostly put to rest. I kept stroking his arm and
he kept looking me like grrr. I told him his Kitten Calendar nickname but
didn’t tell him where he can find it.
After lunch the rain had stopped, so we took a little walk
before he had to go back to work. He whispered progressively filthier things in
my ears and stopped periodically to press me up against buildings. I’m starting
to get used to the fact that I can turn guys on, but he really was making such
a big deal about it. I liked him hard and pressed up against me, mauling each
other like teenagers in the middle of the bright day seemed extra lewd. He
grabbed my ass at the bus stop and I think I’d have to call it the good kind of
humiliating.
He has really good top energy and I think I might be able to
teach him how to be my dom, but I’m still just not sure about him. We’ve got a
dinner date for Wednesday night so we’ll see.
- This
weekend Sweetie and I went to our favorite rope-themed play party again.
I’ve been really hankering for a spanking so I was really excited to be
there. Two really significant things happened!
First—somebody else spanked me while Sweetie was nearby and
she didn’t mind! Huzzah! There was this sort of Renn-Fair-ish guy whose flogging techniques I’ve admired
for a while and he looked like he wanted to try out a new toy—a cane tipped
with a ceramic star—and without stopping to think, I blurted out an offer. I
asked Sweetie if it was okay and she said yes!
We were sitting on cushy benches in sort of a square with a
whole bunch of people. It was lingerie night, so had on a pretty, sheer
nightgown with hardly any coverage on the boob area (but tape on the nipples,
sadly) and a frilly ruffle at the bottom, with matching periwinkle blue lace
undies. I climbed up on my knees on the bench, hoisted up my nightie, and stuck
out my ass. The star thing hurt like a son of a bitch but the guy had such a
funny spankside manner that I was laughing my head off. I asked Sweetie how it
felt to see that and she said she just really liked to hear my laugh. High-five
to us.
Then it was time for me and Sweetie to play. I decided I
wanted my arms tied to posts and lots of ropes on my upper body and thighs. Off
came the nightie and I stood there almost naked in front of everyone. It felt
much more exposed than being all the way naked at the beach. I had my contacts
in so I kept catching people’s eye while they watched us, which felt hot but
unnerving. There’d been a munch right before the party, so I think people just
felt too chatty to play.
“Too many looky-loos!” I kept saying. Finally I asked
Sweetie to put a blindfold on me and it felt GREAT. I lost self-consciousness
and slipped right into subspace after that. I’d been scared of blindfolds after
Fireguy, and I’m delighted to have them back on the yes pile. So much to
celebrate!
