I miss Tavi. This is not unusual for me, indeed it seems I spend more time pining for her than with her. Sunday she went to a wedding, so I didn’t get to see her. Friday we had a date planned, but she got food poisoning. And the Sunday prior……
Bitter Tears
I do try and portray the reality of my experiences without cherry picking or sugar-coating too much. I think it’s important for there to be portrayals of BDSM (especially F/m) that highlights the fact that it is a relationship, in the real world, between two imperfect individuals. It can be…
In which I almost pass out.
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…
Expiration date
You know what I hate about milk? That it expires. As soon as you purchase a gallon of milk you’re haunted by the looming inevitability that it will go sour. Even worse is when the “sell by” date is clear, but you can’t find the “definitely finish or throw out before”…
Switch
Tavi wanted me to see her bottom Thursday (The verb, not the noun, which is spectacular.) We had discussed a quiet dinner date for Thursday night, and then on Wednesday, she suggested that after dinner I could accompany her to Grind (A dance and BDSM party) at the CSPCÂ and watch…
More role conflict
I’m not sure if this is going to be interesting at all, it’s more of the same old thing I’ve been writing for a bit, however, if down the line I write about doing some things, I want my readers to know that I’ve been doing all the requisite consideration…
Communication and Vocalization
Really Peroxide, another one of these “guess what I did last night?” posts, really? Yeah, really. Deal with it. Tavi and I went out to brunch on Sunday, my favorite place, it was quite lovely. I’ve been thinking about, worrying about, fretting over the boundary discussion I knew we needed…