(So, I’m reposting this as text since the person I reblogged the image from wasn’t particularly pleased about having my weird sex life written about on it. Totally fair. If you’re reading this – another sorry.)

The last time Sir had seen Pup was during the whole accidental blood play fiasco. He knew that Pup and I were seeing each other a little but that Pup’s breakup had put stuff between him and me on hold.

My friend was throwing a party and expressed that we could bring whoever. Originally, I was just going to take Sir but that day he and I ran into Pup and I ended up inviting Pup along. I don’t know why, and I was instantly freaking out after. Obviously he wasn’t going to start penetrating me in front of my friends, but I wasn’t out to everyone and I wasn’t sure how to juggle the whole thing at all. Also, I kept worrying I’d overstepped with Sir and kept asking him every ten minutes, “are you okay with this?”

Pup did everything right about coming to this party. He showed up a little late, didn’t touch me inappropriately. I was getting myself a drink when I noticed him and Sir out of the corner of my eye, sitting together on a couch and talking.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Pup looked kind of nervous, like he was talking to my father instead of my boyfriend, or maybe even like he was talking to my boyfriend, but either way I kind of laughed and walked into another room.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” A friend asked, gesturing through the doorway, “that’s Pup.”

I nodded, “yeah. That’s him.”