It came without floggers, restraints and hair-pulling
I almost made it home in one piece. Then Loreena McKennitt's "The Highwayman" came on during the last stretch and I was a goner. It's really hard to drive when you're trying not to break down and cry. At least it didn't happen at IHOP. I came pretty close though (Did you notice?). That's why I had to cut the movie recap short. That's the second time it's almost happened there, over chocolate chip pancakes no less.
The night started off great. I got my membership renewed and had just enough money left over to get in to the party. Good thing I picked up some cash today at Lucky's. Soon after I arrived, a few friends arrived and we just kinda hung out. Due to the second pirates movie being on, the subject of who'd you go gay for came up. (The hotness of Johnny Depp tends to do that. I think it's a relative of Chuck Norris's awesomeness; not a brother, more of a second cousin.) I think I eventually decided (at the very end of the evening) on Collin Farrell (SWAT), Jason Momoa (Ronon Dex - Stargate: Atlantis), and Jude Law (why the fuck couldn't I remember his name?).
In the middle of the shenanigans (Gonna pistol whip me now?) my date showed up and promptly joined in. It was nice just sitting there and chatting for a bit. I think I finally kicked the "I wanna play now!" attitude. We played in a room I'd never played in before (not really saying much, since I haven't been there *that* often.) and I was surprised how deep I got without the use of rope to restrain me, floggers to warm me up and get my flying and hair-pulling to center me. It fucking rocked. I got to play with a heavy wooden paddle that's been sitting in my bag for months. I quickly fell in love with it. And I learned all over again to hate the OXO wooden pancake turner that I picked up at Target. The only downside to the whole evening was my stomach. Since I ate a little, I started getting a little bit of a stomach ache kinda like you get when you swim after you eat. The feeling ebbed and rose a bit throughout the rest of the scene, but it still rocked. Comedown was nice and I had so many bizarre mental images and random ass things running through my head. My date got a kick out of most of them (right?). I think we ended up playing for two hours (again, right?) and it was one of the more memorable scenes I've had. I have some delicious looking marks all over my body. The sobbing has abated somewhat (Crying is a good thing.). I wonder what would have happened if the events of Thursday hadn't occurred.
The night started off great. I got my membership renewed and had just enough money left over to get in to the party. Good thing I picked up some cash today at Lucky's. Soon after I arrived, a few friends arrived and we just kinda hung out. Due to the second pirates movie being on, the subject of who'd you go gay for came up. (The hotness of Johnny Depp tends to do that. I think it's a relative of Chuck Norris's awesomeness; not a brother, more of a second cousin.) I think I eventually decided (at the very end of the evening) on Collin Farrell (SWAT), Jason Momoa (Ronon Dex - Stargate: Atlantis), and Jude Law (why the fuck couldn't I remember his name?).
In the middle of the shenanigans (Gonna pistol whip me now?) my date showed up and promptly joined in. It was nice just sitting there and chatting for a bit. I think I finally kicked the "I wanna play now!" attitude. We played in a room I'd never played in before (not really saying much, since I haven't been there *that* often.) and I was surprised how deep I got without the use of rope to restrain me, floggers to warm me up and get my flying and hair-pulling to center me. It fucking rocked. I got to play with a heavy wooden paddle that's been sitting in my bag for months. I quickly fell in love with it. And I learned all over again to hate the OXO wooden pancake turner that I picked up at Target. The only downside to the whole evening was my stomach. Since I ate a little, I started getting a little bit of a stomach ache kinda like you get when you swim after you eat. The feeling ebbed and rose a bit throughout the rest of the scene, but it still rocked. Comedown was nice and I had so many bizarre mental images and random ass things running through my head. My date got a kick out of most of them (right?). I think we ended up playing for two hours (again, right?) and it was one of the more memorable scenes I've had. I have some delicious looking marks all over my body. The sobbing has abated somewhat (Crying is a good thing.). I wonder what would have happened if the events of Thursday hadn't occurred.