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He seemed to struggle with it, but apparently practice makes perfect, because when he got around to actually trying to tie me up, he made quick work of the knots, and before I knew it, I was deliciously bound in a very helpless position, of which he took full advantage, much to my delight. He continues to surprise me with his natural talent for all things sexy.
After several very energetic hours, we collapsed together to fall asleep, and before long, TheLibrarian began to snore, a recent habit. I was spooned up behind him, with my arm thrown over around his chest. I started to lift my hand to nudge him awake, and in the dark it brushed lightly against him and he stopped snoring.
Ooh! Did I do that?
( Read on to see what happened next... )
His email:
I will send a face pick when ready slave, u do not bark orders to anyone...u need to be taught your place....i think that u have not been trained properly and need a good flogging to get your mind right maybe a little humiliation is in order and also alot of nipple torture to remind u of who is in charge of your pussy, ass, tits, and your mind.
My reply:
Hahahahaha that was funny.
No, not with you, now way, no how, not a chance, not going to happen.
-Vixen
When it happens when you're with a new lover, it is flattering and ego boosting. When it happens when you're having sex with a married swinger, well... that just amounts to poor ettiquette. I mean... no matter how much better your new playmate is than your spouse, you should never diss your spouse by TELLING your playmate they're better in bed than your one-and-only-love, that's just poor manners.
So I'm guessing you can tell where this story is going... (or can you?)
What ensued became quite the Adventure in Dating... an adventure we will be calling The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
So, after weeks of cancellations and disappointments and after getting stood up last night, I ended up with not one but three good dates today! The whole 3 dates thing, I really didn't plan it that way. But I guess God heard me bitching about the rotten luck I've had lately and decided to spread a little sunshine in my direction today.
A guy contacted me on SexSite the other day, wanting to get to know me. When I looked at my profile, I thought to myself "Gee, he looks AWFULLY familiar. He looks an awful lot like NeedzHead." (If you're too lazy to read the linked blog entry, NeedzHead was a winner I met on PayVanilla a month ago who was convinced that all girls hate giving head). BUT, I wasn't sure (the photos were different), he was awfully cute, and had a look that might not be so uncommon - so it could have been someone different. I responded with a photo, saying that he looked quite familiar, and had we perhaps chatted before? (I didn't want to be rude and say "because if so, you were a naive dipshit and I don't want to talk to you"). He responded saying he didn't think we'd chatted before, he'd just signed up for the site, and didn't recognize my pic. I said OK and gave him my IM info. Well, as soon as he added me, I recognized the screenname, it was the same guy. I told him "boy, your memory's not too good, is it?" and reminded him that I knew he had just moved here from out of state, he buys and sells things on ebay for a living, and thinks all girls hate head. He suggested maybe he hadn't seen the photo I sent before - I think it's more likely he's just a dipshit, but I was in a magnanimous mood, and he IS awfully cute, so I thought I'd give him another chance to prove he's not a dipshit.
That didn't last long.
Before too long he started asking me questions about what different sex related terms listed on SexSite as things someone might be interested in meant. I mean REALLY naive questions about terms which I was fairly shocked he'd never heard before. This was juxtaposed against a deep conversation I was having at the same time with a guy who's been active in the BDSM community for 20 years (and was using the same terms quite freely).
When he asked what "slave/master" meant, he said he thought it referred to african folks working on plantations, and was hoping I wasn't keeping a slave at home...
It was about at that point where I told him that I'm sorry but we appear to be in completely different worlds when it comes to sex, and I wasn't interested in being his teacher. I sent him on his merry way. Again. 'Tis a shame, he IS awfully cute. But stupid and naive trumps cute.
We'll see if he contacts me again through another site in another month's time. :P
-Vixen
No, no, you sickos, the subject line of this post isn't an indicator that I met a creep who wanted to get kinky with children - as much as that might make for entertaining (if disturbing) blogfodder.
No... I met a guy on SexSite... he seemed attractive, interesting, intelligent, and we seemed to have quite the shared interest in kink. After several very cool cerebral emails full of "mental pingpong", as he put it... we talked on the phone and had a very good conversation UNTIL....
I had one WILD weekend this past weekend. I don’t remember the last time I had such a good weekend! And of course, I’m here to tell you all about it.
I’m still seeing TheRealtor… and things are going mighty well! So far we seem compatible on a LOT of levels… and we share each others’ kinks VERY nicely. It’s been great so far, we’ve been spending a lot of time together and have gotten to know each other quite well. We talk on the phone several times a day, and we’ve been seeing each other more days a week than days we don’t.
I’ve been continually impressed with how very open minded he is. With many conversations about my history with swinging and BDSM and past partners and relationships and such, he’s been intrigued and curious, but has never displayed even a hint of jealousy or displeasure with anything I’ve told him.
It’s Halloween time, and in the swinger world, Halloween is the time of the biggest and best parties of the year. I love going to the big Swinger’s Halloween Ball each year, and in recent months had been anticipating (dreading?) going alone this year. That is, until I met TheRealtor. Since he’d reacted so well to all my stories of my wild past and seemed so intrigued by all of my stories of the swingin’ lifestyle, I thought I’d see if he might like to accompany me to the weekend’s festivities – not with the intention of participating in any swinging activities, but just to be social and observe what the swinger community is like – to dip his toes in the shallow end of the swinger pool, not dive in head first. He enthusiastically agreed. Shocking, right? ;)
- Mood:
chipper
His response was that he would not be the Dom man that I seek if he did not instruct me to get outside of my comfort zone by meeting him in person, assuring me that we could meet in a public place and that he wasn't a murderous psychopath, and that I should be a good girl and take a little risk.
Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll take your word for it. NOT. And the Dom man that I seek wouldn't seek to exert his dominance over me before we'd met and gotten to know each other in person. In fact, I think he wanted me to meet him in person as a "foot in the door" technique... because it'd be harder to blow him off that way, and if he had to actually have a complete conversation with me online (instead of a vapid email), I'd see his lack of personality even clearer and decline to meet.
I kindly told him that he misunderstood my motivations for wanting to chat online - that I wasn't worried he was a psychopath and did not need his dom "encouragement" to be comfortable meeting someone from the Internet in person, but that my time to meet people is limited and I wanted to get to know each other online before deciding whether to meet in person. I said that all I knew about him thus far was that he had a fondness for ellipses and apparently didn't know the difference between a comma and a period. I told him that if he wanted to meet me, then surely spending a few minutes chatting online was worth the effort.
His next reply was terribly offended. He said he hated people who picked on other peoples' words (technically I picked on his punctuation, he couldn't even get that right), and that he no longer wanted to talk to me.
Ohhhhh darn. And I was sooooooooooooo looking forward to it.
*snicker*
-Vixen
- Mood:Snarky
And with guys I'm meeting on SexSite, SwingSite, and BDSMSite, there's no need to hide any of that, they learn it all about me pretty quickly. But when I meet guys on a Vanilla dating site... there is the question of at what point do I tell them about my kinky side and my swinging past? I don't want to get too far into dating someone and really liking them only to have them freak out and run the other way when they find out about my kinky side, but then again, I don't want to scare off a perfectly good guy because he finds about this stuff too soon.
So... when to tell?
- Mood:
pensive
But we'd had some really interesting conversations, and our first date resulted in some nice making out, so I figured he had potential in the sexual realm and thought I'd give him a go.
- Mood:
amused
