So, I had a great time last night.
Somebody’s a really bad/kind of the best influence. I did something kinda naughty and kinda got caught.
Maybe I’ll tell you about it.
brave
I did something really naughty today.
StandardSir says part of shaking off my shame is owning up to these parts of myself. So, I’m supposed to write about what I did and be very brave about it.
I made the mistake of reading this in a public place. I then proceeded to masturbate to it, also in a (semi-)public place. I admitted it to Sir, who told me I should tell all of you.
I’m super embarrassed admitting this, but Sir says “it’s too blushy” isn’t my safeword. And he’s right. So, here’s to me trying to be brave about this part of myself but oh God I’m gonna go hide under a rock right now thanks.
“The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.“ – Haruki Murakami, IQ84.
A very special little Topless Tuesday with a very special little story.
When I showed up at the munch last night, I was overwhelmingly nervous. I was worried because the only person I knew was the guy from that super awkward situation and I’m just generally petrified of entering new situations like that. I’d planned to show up like twenty minutes late so I wouldn’t be too early and staring at my feet, but when I showed up, people were already deep in conversations.
Still, I managed to get into some good talks and meet some cool people. I was getting very comfortable when suddenly a man I was speaking to earlier brought over this super cute girl with curly blond hair and big, gorgeous eyes and introduced her to the group I was talking to.
Somehow, photography came up and she pulled up a picture of herself in the middle of a scene on her phone and showed it to me. It was enviably brave.
We got on the subject of tumblr and realized we both were operating kinky blogs. Nervously, she showed me the name of her blog. I recognized it as a blog Sir showed me stuff from rather often. So, there I was, talking to worthlessrapemeat, in the flesh. Someone who talked to my boyfriend and who followed up my introduction with, “oh, yeah, you post a lot of pictures of your butt.”
Her tumblr name’s worthlessrapemeat, but don’t let that fool you. She’s super interesting and adorable and intelligent and articulate. We hit it off and soon found ourselves flirting and holding hands under the table and giggling.
Oh, yeah, and making out in her car.
Which is where she took this photograph, which to me serves as a testament to a night where I was super brave and that courage totally paid off.
So, here’s to many more where that came from and new friends.
I’m trying to be a brave girl, so I’m going to a munch on Monday.
Naturally, I’ve already picked out my outfit.
I’d probably die a thousand times over if I had to look at myself getting eaten out which is why I kind of really want to do it sometime except not at all except maybe sure.
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.”
When I got to Sir’s stomping ground, we had to take a bus to his place.
On the bus, I was facing him and away from the driver and the other passengers. We were close to the back. Feeling a little brave and a little needy, I spread my legs and let my dress slip up.
Sir smirked and reached out to rub my knee. I sat back and kept flashing him the whole ride.
Me: You’re trying to turn me into a regular whore.
Sir: A regular whore, as opposed to what? A special kind of whore? Don’t be silly, sweetheart.
Sir is considering making a rule that I get a little braver and start posting according to theme every Topless Tuesday.
Wouldn’t you all be so lucky?