WARNING: Content of this post is NOT pg. If you are a) under the age of eighteen or b) my mother please turn back now and protect your poor fragile minds. Thank you.
Aaanyways....
I have, over the past little while been cultivating a friendship with my ex's partner. My ex and I have reached a really good point where we can be friends again and he is with an incredible human being. I'm really happy for him and so proud to see how much he's grown. We both had a lot of growing to do when we were together and I think we've both come a long way. Moving on...
I have been getting to know his partner who just so happens to also be his top. A few days ago his partner who I'm going to simply dub "S" for the sake of not having to type "his partner" every other sentence, asked if I would like to come over Wednesday night so that they could cook me dinner. S happens to be a chef who works in a pretty top of the line kitchen. Like I'd say no to that kind of offer! Mmm... gourmet food. I agreed, since S has been quite adamant that I had to let them cook for me one day. Was NOT disappointed *drool* so freaking good. Cajun-ish style chicken w/ kous kous (is that how it's spelled) beans (some fancy kind that were actually half decent considoring I normally won't touch beans) with feta and some random saucey type things. Amazing! So tasty. My stomach is still orgasming from the joy of the yum.
We settled down to chat and listen to some music and really got to talk alot which was nice, got to learn alot about what makes S tick and the things that have formed who they are, and got to share alot about what makes me tick. Also got mauled by the attention whore cat, hehe.
The conversation comes around to S asking if I'd be interested in playing - not a board game folks, the kinky kind of play. Children and Mum abandon ship now if you haven't already - which is something I had previously expressed interest in. Of course, I forgot that I'd been chatting with S about how I wanted to try piercing play one day and lo and behold, what does S suggest...?
If you guessed peircing play, you win! If you didn't, you fail. Please leave. Heh.
Might I say peircing play... not a bad thing at all. I managed to sit through thirty needles, twenty in my arm - ten going down with one under each of those - and five on each side of the top part of my chest. I probably could have done more, but I tend to start to shake when the adrenaline kicks in and I think S was starting to get concerned. Shaking = not bad at all when it comes to me, but it does tend to worry Tops. Of course it didn't help that S kept smacking the pierced spots - hard - while the needles were still inserted. Needless to say, I have quite the aray of bruises. Twas much in the ways of fun. Especially when they started pulling the needles out - eek! I'm a bleeder, doesn't even matter if you do things like that gently and S wasn't being very gentle. Not that I minded. Got a few more whacks which had me completely blissed out. Holy woah. Took me forever to stop shaking and come down from outer space. I was gone, it was magnificent. It's been so long since I played that the needle play was about all I could do in one sitting, but I'm hoping for future play with S.
I think one of my favorite things is that S didn't treat me like I was going to break. Not every top, but a good chunk of them haven't been willing to take me to the edge and back, or they were more interested in sex than in s/m play which, to be honest, does it for me more than sex in alot of ways. I'm not as fragile as I look, and while S cheerfully tells me what a beautiful girl I am, how much they love how femmey I can be, how soft I am, they're also willing to push me, and they know I'm not going to break.
And when someone looks at you, completely clothed, with blood running down your arm and you still feel like the sexiest woman alive... well that's just a feeling that can't be replaced.
Love and Kisses,
Andro Angel.
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