Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Kinky Karaoke

Sir asked me to attend a party at F’s house. I don’t know who F is, but anywhere with Sir...is fine with me. I don’t really know yet what draws me to him...I like him. And although not someone I thought I’d be attracted to (not my type)
...apparently he’s exactly more my type than I first thought.

Our differences are remarkable, but the similarities are as well. Maybe that’s what we’re finding out is so interesting about each other....the things we aren’t...but that we finding that sort of works too.

We went to the party. I don't enjoy fetish clothing per se, so I figured I'd dress comfortably and wore a leather mini and thigh high boots. I couldn't realy tell if he liked it or not. Again with the looks.

On the way, we stopped for gas and coffee. Afterwards he'd told me that he enjoys having his date go inside for the coffee wearing their party clothes. I thought it was funny how he thought for some reason my walking into anywhere, dressed in anything would ever be embarrassing for me. Maybe for those looking, but not so much this way. But, large black coffee. Black. Can I just say yuck? I understand the coffee...but having to wait to drink it until it cools off...

So anyway...we get to F’s house. It’s a birthday party for him. Kids are there, his girlfriend’s mother is there...and I got the feeling that things weren’t exactly how they should have been at a party. Now, I do realize that its been a while, and I do realize that they could consider things a little differently in MA, but karaoke? Kids? Mothers?

The good part of all this is that I’m able to block this crap out. Many years of practice have given me the tools to become singularly focused when I need to. I focused instead on getting to know Sir. I sat as his feet, learned how he likes to
have his leg rubbed, and got some lovely pinches. All in all, I was generally quite happy to just have the time to quietly look at him. Dear lord, that’s just sick you know? Think about this. Looking at him? Wake the fuck up woulda?

About the only really downside to the night was that he wanted me to stay with him. How’s that the downside? I have nightmares. I can't control them and I don't always know when they'll appear. I just didn’t think that its, like you know, something that he should see right away. And besides, I did have breakfast with my little flower...pancakes and crayons at Denny’s. So, my excuse was real, even if the reason is just an excuse.

The bad part? He figured out I smoked. Funny how people don’t often realize that about me. I do it so seldom, but when I need one. My moods are just too much like a pendulum otherwise.

Oh, and he doesn’t like my rose perfume either. But, as a trade off, he has a nice W-wheel. And I do love that one.

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