I just want to move ahead
I know, it's been a long time. But I'm so absorbed in being in this awkward, frustrating place somewhere between having a crazy life and lacking one completely, that I can't find the time, energy, or material to create a post. I was thinking about it, wondering what I could possibly write about. I wanted it to be interesting, and different from some stupid update on jobs, boys, and other lame areas of my life. "What's the most interesting thing that's happened to you lately?" I asked myself. Which led me to a little memory, which made me realize what topic is always sure to attract attention.
Sex.
I've been having too much of it lately.
I've been seeing HIM for a little over a month now, and spending so many nights with someone can turn into a learning experience. I've realized that this guy likes it rough. Bites, scratches, squeezes and general rough behavior turn him on like no other. I have no complaints, and am happy to oblige, giving and recieving a little pain here and there.
Things took a turn, though, when I whipped out the collar. This is the one I made for myself back in the day, forced De to wear for his goth day, and generally succeeds in making any outfit completely dark and suggestive. I assumed I'd get a reaction, but underestimated the power of this little accessory. Boy went crazy.
So, unsurprisingly, I've had my first experience involving asphyxiation. As I straddled him, completely stripped except for the collar, he made a habit of reaching behind me and tugging back on it just enough to limit my air supply. I wouldn't say this fetish is my favorite, but I certainly didn't mind it. It did turn me on a bit, and I liked feeling a bit controlled.
Then, however, the interesting thing happened. It got a little crazy, and suddenly, I was out.
I actually passed out while having sex.
It only lasted a few seconds, and I'm sure he didn't even notice. But the experience was bizarre. I've never passed out before, so at first I had no idea what had happened, and it freaked me the hell out.
Needless to say the next time I didn't wear the collar. I'll need a week or two before I break that baby out again. I'm teasing him with thoughts of corsets, fishnet, and various other leather attire I have to offer. This is getting interesting.
So besides that.
A bit of news. I found out just yesterday that a guy I used to date was shot and killed Friday night. Remember my posts about Ty? He was my rebound from the T relationship, and after the couple weeks we spent together back then, I didn't see him until I randomly ran into him at Cafe Coco a few months ago. The boy was infatuated with me, but I didn't plan to call him.
Apparently he was dealing drugs in East Nashville that night, and that was it. Now I'll never see him again. Turns out, though, he was one of those guys that everyone knew. He was always in trouble, an odd.. goofy kid. He was a nice guy, and despite some faults seemed like an all around good and loving person. It's sad to hear about his death.
I did think about giving him a ring every once in a while. His interest in me made him one of those guys I could call up any time, and he'd be all about hanging out and hooking up. I never did, though, and now I never can.
"Don't wait until tomorrow, because tonight.. everything could change."
~A
Sex.
I've been having too much of it lately.
I've been seeing HIM for a little over a month now, and spending so many nights with someone can turn into a learning experience. I've realized that this guy likes it rough. Bites, scratches, squeezes and general rough behavior turn him on like no other. I have no complaints, and am happy to oblige, giving and recieving a little pain here and there.
Things took a turn, though, when I whipped out the collar. This is the one I made for myself back in the day, forced De to wear for his goth day, and generally succeeds in making any outfit completely dark and suggestive. I assumed I'd get a reaction, but underestimated the power of this little accessory. Boy went crazy.
So, unsurprisingly, I've had my first experience involving asphyxiation. As I straddled him, completely stripped except for the collar, he made a habit of reaching behind me and tugging back on it just enough to limit my air supply. I wouldn't say this fetish is my favorite, but I certainly didn't mind it. It did turn me on a bit, and I liked feeling a bit controlled.
Then, however, the interesting thing happened. It got a little crazy, and suddenly, I was out.
I actually passed out while having sex.
It only lasted a few seconds, and I'm sure he didn't even notice. But the experience was bizarre. I've never passed out before, so at first I had no idea what had happened, and it freaked me the hell out.
Needless to say the next time I didn't wear the collar. I'll need a week or two before I break that baby out again. I'm teasing him with thoughts of corsets, fishnet, and various other leather attire I have to offer. This is getting interesting.
So besides that.
A bit of news. I found out just yesterday that a guy I used to date was shot and killed Friday night. Remember my posts about Ty? He was my rebound from the T relationship, and after the couple weeks we spent together back then, I didn't see him until I randomly ran into him at Cafe Coco a few months ago. The boy was infatuated with me, but I didn't plan to call him.
Apparently he was dealing drugs in East Nashville that night, and that was it. Now I'll never see him again. Turns out, though, he was one of those guys that everyone knew. He was always in trouble, an odd.. goofy kid. He was a nice guy, and despite some faults seemed like an all around good and loving person. It's sad to hear about his death.
I did think about giving him a ring every once in a while. His interest in me made him one of those guys I could call up any time, and he'd be all about hanging out and hooking up. I never did, though, and now I never can.
"Don't wait until tomorrow, because tonight.. everything could change."
~A
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