Okay, okay, here’s the timeline, with highlights pulled out:
Sir found my tumblr and sent me an ask being like hey I think we go to school together don’t be alarmed I just want to hang out. Naturally, I was alarmed.
I went to visit him and we had a nice time. I got weirdly subspaced in a way I usually don’t with people for a very long time and in a way that was unusual for how minimal the stuff we did was. Read all about it here.
He brought me to a mini-munch, the first casual kink anything I had ever been to in my life. He introduced me to a guy there named Penthouse who eventually became a partner for a little bit. I got tied up for the first time in like legitimate rope bondage.
Like this guy is pushing my boundaries in awesome ways and like making me feel brave and confident about my identity, and we’re acting like a couple, but he’s like no I don’t want a relationship with you and I’m like then what the hell are we?
So that’s the deal. Thank you, actually, for making me go through my archives to do that. He and I are kind of handling a lot right now and it meant a lot for me to sit down and go through everything and remember what he means to me and what we’ve been through.
It’s just when I first started writing about him, he wasn’t my Sir. He was a kinky crafter and one of my classmates. Eventually, when our dynamic and relationship got serious, it felt silly calling him that kind of weird kitchen appliance-y name. Calling him Sir was a gesture of me taking our dynamic seriously. So, the tag remains for sentimental value.
Marco was in the kitchen, and he left his little toy as she called her, standing next to me by the window. She had been living there for a few months, and while she often made me drinks, I had never asked about what else she did.
Yeah I have that problem sometimes because stockings were not meant for lady leg muscles. The ones I’ve had the best luck with are Victoria’s Secret, Leg Avenue and surprisingly sometimes Urban Outfitters.