I think I have a crush on one of my friends. I say this because I am experiencing the urge to make her things, which is always a sign of infatuation with me.
This is the kind of crush where you want to be around the person and have them tell you how cool you are without necessarily having a sexual component; for me the sex bits are generally reserved for male crush objects--I mean, I've had sex with a woman, and it's not necessarily relevant how many X chromosomes are in the cells of the finger on my clit, if you know what I mean, but as a general rule women don't do it for me. But the point is that this is the kind of crush adolescents get, generally on older teens but sometimes on adults, the kind that led to the romantic friendship phenomenon of the 19th century (Wikipedia has a nice précis on this, if you care to look it up.)
Of course, I'm gonna be 32 in a few months, so I'm unclear as to why I still get these crushes. Fortunately she has a birthday coming up, so I have an excuse.
Showing posts with label i'll be in my bunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i'll be in my bunk. Show all posts
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Hard On the Knees
Well, well, well.
Spent the afternoon with Cass, as Luke was off doing one of those annual-old-friend-pilgrimage things. And it turns out that Cass's roommate has lost some weight since the last time I saw him. And he's...well.
Well, well, well.
"Looking good" is the phrase.
And through conversation with Cass, I discovered that, not only is he looking smokin' hot and also a really fun guy and very intelligent, he's also kinky. As in, he's a dom. And not currently attached.
Well, well, well.
Spent the afternoon with Cass, as Luke was off doing one of those annual-old-friend-pilgrimage things. And it turns out that Cass's roommate has lost some weight since the last time I saw him. And he's...well.
Well, well, well.
"Looking good" is the phrase.
And through conversation with Cass, I discovered that, not only is he looking smokin' hot and also a really fun guy and very intelligent, he's also kinky. As in, he's a dom. And not currently attached.
Well, well, well.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Steely Knives
I think it's official; the nipple piercing thing is a bust--pun most definitely intended. I got them done about two and a half, three years ago because Luke's got a thing for piercings and I figured the nipples were a good place; they're not visible to the general public, they've got a sexual connotation, and most importantly they were not my clit, which is what he was lobbying for. No, no, a thousand times no.
They never healed right in the first place; I don't know if it was my fault for not doing the right care or if I was just unlucky. Then, about 18 months after the piercing, I noticed that the right one was not producing crud anymore but that I could see the ring through the skin. And a few weeks later the last little bit of skin broke and the ring dropped out. Annoying as hell, being lopsided.
The other one stayed in, though still occasionally cruddy or bloody, but about three weeks ago I observed that it too has gotten much closer to the surface, a process which has continued. I think it's got about another month before it goes; I'd take it out myself but I'm afraid of getting an abcess so I'm thinking of letting nature take its course.
Ah well, at least we'll be able to use the nipple clamps again.
They never healed right in the first place; I don't know if it was my fault for not doing the right care or if I was just unlucky. Then, about 18 months after the piercing, I noticed that the right one was not producing crud anymore but that I could see the ring through the skin. And a few weeks later the last little bit of skin broke and the ring dropped out. Annoying as hell, being lopsided.
The other one stayed in, though still occasionally cruddy or bloody, but about three weeks ago I observed that it too has gotten much closer to the surface, a process which has continued. I think it's got about another month before it goes; I'd take it out myself but I'm afraid of getting an abcess so I'm thinking of letting nature take its course.
Ah well, at least we'll be able to use the nipple clamps again.
Makin' Love
I've mentioned that I like being tied up, right? And I'm in a lovely relationship with a man who likes tying women up, so all ought to be hunky-dory. Except, of course, for the part where it's not.
We have these lovely leather cuffs, even. We have ropes attached to the bed. It'd take an extra five minutes, tops (no pun intended) to get me tied up and then untied afterwards. And yet we never do it; a few weeks ago I got tied up for the first time in about a year, and it consisted of having my hands tied with rope. It was nice--it was really nice, believe me--but it just wasn't the same. I want some committment in my bondage!
Part of the problem appears to be that Luke's into the whole suspension thing and tying me down flat just doesn't do it for him. Yet we have taken no steps to remedy this problem, despite a spare bedroom and the hardware to hang a porch swing. (I am very confused by the package for that hardware, which says you shouldn't use it to hang moving loads from. It's a porch swing--is swinging not moving?)
I actually brought the topic up, which is what got my hands tied, and he says that he's holding off to frustrate me. This raises mixed feelings--yeah, I like being frustrated (it's a sub thing, I don't get it either), but I wasn't aware we were going for quite that 24/7 a relationship and also, more than a year is one hell of a lot of frustration, especially when I haven't been informed what's going on and so think he's just being dense.
Maybe what I need to do is make it clear that we're not in the fun kind of frustration anymore.
We have these lovely leather cuffs, even. We have ropes attached to the bed. It'd take an extra five minutes, tops (no pun intended) to get me tied up and then untied afterwards. And yet we never do it; a few weeks ago I got tied up for the first time in about a year, and it consisted of having my hands tied with rope. It was nice--it was really nice, believe me--but it just wasn't the same. I want some committment in my bondage!
Part of the problem appears to be that Luke's into the whole suspension thing and tying me down flat just doesn't do it for him. Yet we have taken no steps to remedy this problem, despite a spare bedroom and the hardware to hang a porch swing. (I am very confused by the package for that hardware, which says you shouldn't use it to hang moving loads from. It's a porch swing--is swinging not moving?)
I actually brought the topic up, which is what got my hands tied, and he says that he's holding off to frustrate me. This raises mixed feelings--yeah, I like being frustrated (it's a sub thing, I don't get it either), but I wasn't aware we were going for quite that 24/7 a relationship and also, more than a year is one hell of a lot of frustration, especially when I haven't been informed what's going on and so think he's just being dense.
Maybe what I need to do is make it clear that we're not in the fun kind of frustration anymore.
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