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My girl took me to Fetish Ball on Friday.
I watched her perform.
She taught me how to dance (or at least started to).
I got to hit her with a stick.
My very first attempt at playing in public.
I broke the stick.
Hehe.
It was fun.
And it's a lot of fun to watch her get worked on by other people, too. (I get all the benefit of seeing her turned on, without getting tired! It's fantastic! ;-)
Things I learned/confirmed:
I gage how she's doing *quite a bit* based on sound. I was a lot more in the dark as to how she was doing (by which I mean: I had to check in with her a lot more often) when I couldn't hear her voice for all the Really Loud Industrial that was playing. In this context, facial expressions can be really misleading.
I took her out for veggie burgers afterwords -- around 1:30am -- and she asked if I wanted to sleep at her house that night, which I totally did.
(Hehe... We have this inconvenient tendency to spend entire days in bed with each other, when we have the opportunity. On the one hand, it's awesome. On the other... we've both got things to do... Uhm...)
Anyway. She put me to bed, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and headed back out into the cold -- she was going to the after-party (I was *way* too tired, plus I would have wanted to play with her, and she'd already made arrangements to play with some other folks she'd met that night, so I figured it was probably best for her to go alone, and me to sleep. Which I did. Like the dead).
She got in at 6:30am. Holy Shamoly. (Which is why we spent right up until, like, noon, sleeping). She had a really good time at the play party. I saw the marks. YOW. (God, that girl marks up nicely!) She had fun. (And I had fun, later, licking her wounds, so to speak. ;-)
It was a good night, and a good day to follow it. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
I watched her perform.
She taught me how to dance (or at least started to).
I got to hit her with a stick.
My very first attempt at playing in public.
I broke the stick.
Hehe.
It was fun.
And it's a lot of fun to watch her get worked on by other people, too. (I get all the benefit of seeing her turned on, without getting tired! It's fantastic! ;-)
Things I learned/confirmed:
I gage how she's doing *quite a bit* based on sound. I was a lot more in the dark as to how she was doing (by which I mean: I had to check in with her a lot more often) when I couldn't hear her voice for all the Really Loud Industrial that was playing. In this context, facial expressions can be really misleading.
I took her out for veggie burgers afterwords -- around 1:30am -- and she asked if I wanted to sleep at her house that night, which I totally did.
(Hehe... We have this inconvenient tendency to spend entire days in bed with each other, when we have the opportunity. On the one hand, it's awesome. On the other... we've both got things to do... Uhm...)
Anyway. She put me to bed, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and headed back out into the cold -- she was going to the after-party (I was *way* too tired, plus I would have wanted to play with her, and she'd already made arrangements to play with some other folks she'd met that night, so I figured it was probably best for her to go alone, and me to sleep. Which I did. Like the dead).
She got in at 6:30am. Holy Shamoly. (Which is why we spent right up until, like, noon, sleeping). She had a really good time at the play party. I saw the marks. YOW. (God, that girl marks up nicely!) She had fun. (And I had fun, later, licking her wounds, so to speak. ;-)
It was a good night, and a good day to follow it. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
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