July 3, 2008
About 12 hours from now, I’ll be in Jersey. I am really looking forward to the weekend. This will be the first sex/kink event I’ve ever been to with a partner. Hell, this is the first event where I’ll know even one other person there.
Being female might get in the way of some of the hoped-for debauchery though, which is intensely, maddeningly disappointing. Let’s hope for the best though, right? And even if I can’t get everything I want, just kissing Xel, long and luscious and inappropriate in public.. that’s enough to make me want to get in the car and leave right now. We’ll probably spend some time in the dungeon, too, which is so very exciting. I’ve never topped in public before, and am very much looking forward to it. Hell, I’m looking forward to topping him regardless of where.
We’re going to need to talk a lot more though. Xel has some potentially explosive issues that I’m going to have to tread very carefully around. And he’s such a noob to bdsm, but so much more experienced than I am in just about every other arena. Every time I ask him about kinky things he wants to try or experience, it’s always a cheerful, “I don’t know.” It’s going to take real work to ferret out his motivations and find the buttons that will work. I do love a challenge though.
Oh, I want to make him cry. I want to drive him crazy with passion and sensation and pleasure and pain. I want to make him feel things no one else ever has. I want to open him up and hold his beating heart in my hand, cradle it in my palm like a little broken bird.