Reminds me of something Sir and I have been discussing lately. Heh.
bathroom
I’ve decided that in addition to Topless Tuesday, I’m gonna roll out a new tradition called Slutty Selfie Saturday, which will be a celebration of me being brave in semi-public places.
This one’s about a week old, as you can see by the fact that I still have the string around my wrist. But, I think the proposed title will speak for itself:
“This is Definitely Not My Bathroom.”
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part One
Craftsmate had been asking about my plug a lot in the past week or so when I got the text about what to do when I came to his room. I had arranged to hang out with him and mess around a bit that lazy Sunday afternoon, but I had never received instructions like this from him before.
He had said that I should come over to his place, strip down immediately once I had gotten through the door and let myself into his bedroom. I considered that I was fine with the idea of doing this, even if it was madly blush-inducing. I even got a little ballsy and put my plug in.
As I was getting ready to go, I stole a glance into the mirror and saw the blush burn in my cheeks. Walking over to Craftsmate’s place, I got so anxious I had to put my headphones in and play music to distract myself. I was sure people could see right through my blush, though I knew it was a completely ludicrous assumption to make that blushing girl equals plugged ass.
When I reached his place, I set my backpack down and took a look around. His roommates weren’t home and the shades of the living area were drawn. I stripped down to everything but my panties, walked into the kitchen and had a glass of water. Steeling myself, I walked over to the door to his bedroom and pulled it open.
In Plain Sight
StandardI’m not huge on public or semi-public stuff usually. I just get all nervous about being discovered and that usually completely ruins it for me because I just keep thinking about that.
Some of my earlier sexual encounters were in a car by a lake, but there’s a huge line between that and some stories I’ve heard of people doing it on park benches. Seriously. How? How do you guys manage that?
But, the Southern Gentleman and I had a few semi-public encounters that I’m super proud of. Because I only freaked out a little. Oh, neuroses.
The first was when we were taking a shower. I had just washed the last of the shampoo out of my hair and he, having considerably less hair, was waiting against the wall of the shower stall for me to finish. I grabbed his hand, pulled him against me, and started to kiss him. I’ve done things in showers before, but what set this apart was when the door opened and in walked maintenance to clean the toilets. My eyes widened and I put a finger over my lips. I went to push him away, but he just put his hand over my mouth and kept going. Such a good move.
The second was in a lecture hall. I had stopped into the building to drop something off and we went to pass through the hall because it was a faster route to the exit that would take us to our next stop for the day. (Yes, we actually got outside sometimes). Halfway through the hall, I stopped, looked around, and asked him, “do you think there’s any cameras in here?” He scanned the walls and shook his head. I smirked, took my coat off, dropped my bag, and he met me halfway, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him.
The specifics of the third I cannot fully reveal without revealing my location. But it’s the most public of them all and we were, for all intents and purposes, outdoors in the early-evening chill in what can basically be considered a sculpture. People were probably about five inches from us without knowing I was in there, giving a blowjob. It was incredibly terrifying and also completely hot.
So, um, yeah. That happened.
“Beauty without expression is boring,“ – Ralph Waldo Emerson.
I’ve been learning to say no.
I know this is the worst thing for someone with a sex tumblr to say. You guys probably don’t want to hear me saying no to stuff. Well, you don’t want to have to read about me turning away from potentially fun decisions.
I have a friend. A very good-looking friend. A very good-looking friend who I have, in the past, had some serious fun with. And we were planning to pick some stuff up and have a little fun. But, she’s in a relationship with someone and, despite the fact that they are trying to do polyamory, I’m not entirely sure they know exactly what they’re doing. I don’t want feelings to get hurt and I don’t want to ruin our friendship and drag down her relationship with it.
Because, above all, she’s one of my great friends. I would absolutely hate to lose her. And, while the fun we’ve had was pretty great, I need to get some priorities straight. I think I’ve made the right decision here. And, yeah, it stinks a little, but I have a feeling I’ll be glad I did this in the long-run.
Not really sure what he’s looking for, but I sure hope he finds it.
“This makes me feel ritually unclean.” – Don DeLillo, Valparaiso