It’s been a crazy summer, tumblr.
I was able to spend some time in my old city. I had some fun. Pup and I moved in together, which has been awesome but a ton of work.
Bear with me, I promise to update you all on the stuff I got up to and finish up telling you about that little encounter Leo and I had. Hehe.
No Good Thing, Part One
I first met Leo at a play party months ago, where he’d passed me a note asking if I wanted to go somewhere private. The party was slumber party themed – so, you know, spin-the-bottle, seven minutes in heaven, really cute stuff – and so the note-passing was so on-theme that it was adorable. We ended up playing around a little, and before Pup and I headed out, we exchanged numbers and planned to go out sometime.
We kept trying to make plans to meet up, but every time we attempted to, something inconvenient and crazy would come up. I mean super inconvenient and crazy. Like, one time I had to cancel our date to go to a funeral-level inconvenient and crazy. So by the time Friday rolled around and we met up for dinner, it had been a long time coming.
Not only that, but we’d made a little bit of a plan. But more on that later.
The last time I saw Leo, he was walking around in a pair of briefs. He was covered in tattoos. I guess we did stuf fa little backwards, because when he showed up straight from work, I almost didn’t recognise him in a suit. And, yeah, knowing what was going on underneath the suit (bod-wise and tattoo-wise) was pretty hot.
After dinner, we went back to my apartment. Leo started going down on me and when I pulled him up to kiss me, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want us to do tonight.”
I blushed and kissed him instead. Beside me on the bed, my phone started ringing.
I am the princess of emoji usage.
“Do you want to be a really good girl for me?” he asked.
Pup’s been training his dog to learn some new tricks. The other day he said his dog was responding well to some obedience stuff and I jokingly asked, “gonna use that on me sometime?”
Pup nodded. “Yep.”
Early in the morning yesterday, Pup taped my wrists behind my back and fucked me before we went about our respective days. (Yeah, I lead a charmed life.)
Not gonna lie, sometimes I consider what it might be like to take out my piercings so I can get my breasts really slapped or beaten again.
And before someone’s like “oh just do it with your piercings in:” no. NO. Pup accidentally slapped one of my breasts once because I was playing bratty and tried to move away from him slapping my face. The result was this almost comically high-velocity spray of blood and SO MUCH PAIN. Pup had to patch me up and put a bandaid on it while I whined.
So no, I’m not getting my breasts slapped with my piercings in. Though sometimes I totally think about taking them out for it.
While on our trip, Pup and I 69-ed a lot. I used to hate mutual oral because I am absolutely horrible at multitasking, but lately I’ve been getting a little better. That, and Pup essentially pins my head in place against the bed with his cock.
Pup and I went away on a little trip together last weekend. It was nice to be able to start the day with lazy morning sex, to end it snuggled up together and relaxed. Of course, now everything is super hectic again, but it was great to have some time away.
On Friday night, I was at a birthday party on the other end of the city where the drink of the night was very little more than gin mixed with champagne. Pup was out on a date with a new partner he seems to like a lot, and it was half past midnight when he texted me to see if I was still out. “I can be there by 1:30,” he wrote back when I confirmed I was. “I’ll pick you up.”
A little emboldened by the cocktail that was supposed to be served in a champagne flute and that we’d all been gulping back from tumblers, by the time Pup arrived I was flirting with a guy friend of mine. And I can’t begin to explain the strange comfort of watching him come through the door, of feeling his hand on my shoulder, of knowing we were going to go sleep and wake up together.
And, yeah, I kept hitting on the guy, because you know me.
He woke me the next morning by pulling me into him and speaking gently into my ear. I’d briefly forgotten in my sleep that he had come over, and to hear his voice and feel him there was such a strange relief. I feel at peace in his presence, it’s a great thing.
And for all the getting tied up and the awesome sex and the threesomes, that’s my favorite thing that’s happened in my bed. Waking up groggy and a little hungover and remembering he was there, too.