So, how do I start this?
Firstly, touch is my primary love language. It’s one of the main ways I express affection. I usually avoid touching people I don’t like or know, and I’m very touchy feel-y with people I do like. With people I love, Tavi for example, I literally cannot get enough of touching her.
Secondly, nearly all of my sexual fantasies involve going down on a woman. In my fantasies if I’m not getting fucked, I’ve got my head between her legs.
And so, I’ve decided that it no longer makes sense for me to keep oral sex (and other non-penetrative acts) on my hard limits.
I want to emphasize that is my decision, Tavi has always been very supportive of my limits. Actually, it’s funny because she hasn’t pressured me at all, but my ex (who I met at church camp) pushed me constantly into things I wasn’t comfortable with.
I brought this up with Tavi a couple weeks ago, and she told me I needed to think about it for a while, to make sure that it wasn’t a decision I would regret. Once my mind was made up, I needed to get a full battery of STI testing. Which is what I did today, and where the title comes in.
I got an appointment at my local Planned Parenthood (They’re awesome, you should support them) for after work today. Rushed home, changed and headed out. I did all the paperwork and all that jazz, and waited for a while. They had scheduled me for just the basics, and since Tavi has multiple partners, one of the stipulations for sexual play is that everyone is tested for Everything. It took a little convincing to get the doctor to agree to all the testing, since she thought it was superfluous, but I got the full battery.
Which included a couple of blood draws. Awesome.
I was a little nervous about the needles. I did fine with the initial stick, I was fine as she tried to get it into my apparently “rolling” vein. I was fine as she plugged in the tube.
Then the tube filled with blood and I was no longer fine.
I told her I was feeling a bit woozy, and she had me take some deep breaths. I didn’t think I needed to lie down. She got the second tube on, and then I had to lie down. I closed my eyes and focused on not passing out.
The nurse finished and got me a 7up and a cool cloth for my forehead.
I recovered quickly enough, Texted back and forth with Tavi, who chastised me for not having eaten beforehand. I finished up at the front desk, and they told me I should know in a about a week. Then I went a got some shawarma, to alleviate my hunger and celebrate my imminently being used in the way I most want to be used.