So I'm a slacker...
In late November I was in California.
I left my house and stupid o'clock to drop my car off and have someone look at the trans while I was gone. Left there with my dad for a ride to the airport. Landed around 11AM California time and my Gevvy-Head was screaming at me before I could see her. Apparently she was able to recognize my legs on my way down the escalator. And her wife Sarah-Head was there! She called off work just to see me, EEEE! First time I EVER met her!
We ate at a Mexican place and ended up in Upland California at the old place. Packed a little bit and lounged around in the living room. Sarah-Head was playing with my hair, I don't think she knew what she was getting in to, MWU ha ha ha!! Miss Kitty called me during that to say hello. She is a most wonderful dominant friend of mine. Turns out her mother was on the same damn plane I was. Crazy!
Packed some more and went out to do some karaoke at a lesbian bar that I swear was like an hour away. Not crowded at all for a Thursday night and I even got to sing some. Sober. Whoah. Left early because Sarah-Head was sick (I am so glad she came out with us, though) and all crashed together. Until my snoring started. Apparently I forced Sarah-Head to leave the room, I felt like such an ass. But I also learned that if you get caught in the middle of the night cuddling up to a lesbian girl's wife you don't get shot in the face. Lucky me!
Friday morning Gevvy and I got the U-Haul while Sarah-Head was at work. We loaded that fucker with the big shit, and drove out for the fridge in Costa Mesa. Returned with a fridge and packed almost everything else into the truck. We then spent a good chunk of the day driving to San BernaRdino (I didn't know there was a second 'r' in there). Or as the locals call it, "San Bern-doo". WTF? Unpacked the truck, returned it (U-Haul was open after 9) and ate Chinese. We were going to drink some, but we unpacked the apartment just enough to put the couch down and we all passed out.
Eleven hours later we all get up and unpack some more. I made two trips to the store on the corner for random things as we put the place together. It looks awesome, and it does NOT look too ethnic. They even have an art gallery in the bathroom. Seriously, bathroom is hugantic. We were going to go out to a strip club Saturday night, but Sarah-Head left her purse (and her ID) in Upland. D'OH! Boobies woulda been awesome! Stayed in with the little beer we had left and I watched Harold and Maude. Found out you can't buy beer in California after 2AM either, WTF?
Sunday we were all over Long Beach. Got to see their old old place, ate Thai, saw a sweet adults-only type store, and took some pictures of West Coast Choppers. Couldn't go in, but the outside had some cool metal work on it. They even had a security guard, ooOOOOoOOoOo.
Monday morning Gevvy-Head took me to the airport. There were tears involved. And blood. Turns out my 'itchy' lips were actually chapped to fuck from General Santa Anna and his god damned wind. I wish I had more time I could have spent there. But I love my Gevvy-Head AND my Sarah-Head and hope I can see them again soon.
So last weekend I had all sorts of goodies planned. This new club was finally supposed to open and dammit I was gonna be there! Turns out I was there, and it was not open yet. Nerts! But there was a gathering of people on South St so I headed over to Tattooed Mom's around 10 and caught up with The Satyr. He was on his way to Dirty Frank's to meet the rest of the Pleather Family and some others, so I tagged along. Had some drinks, The Dragon left a wicked long and bloody scratch down my forearm with one pass of her teeny little nails, pulled my hair a lot, and even got a little more frisky with me. Wowzers! V played with my hair a little, bit me in a few places, and kissed me some at the bar while Nichet decided that my scratches needed cauterizing. I swear I couldn't feel the flame from the butane lighter but the bic hurt like a motherfucker. So it was a good time!
Nichet hosted the party for V and The Satyr in October and during that game of "Spin the Thingie" Ziggy Stardust came on. Everyone stopped the game, and EVERYONE sang along. It was like ten times more awesome than that Tiny Dancer in Almost Famous. I felt it. So I put it on at Frank's and I swear people wanted to leave like three songs before mine came on. I made most of them stay, and what little of us left there were sang along again. I will see if I can't get a huge group to do it again on New Year's Eve. THAT would rule!
Went home and went to bed. Saturday I tried to get hot dogs but they ran out early. SO I went to DQ for almost free ones. Was going to a party at 8, but was going to see Glass Girl that afternoon at Tyler. Miss Kitty calls to say that she is debating going to the party at 8. I thought she said she would be riding up with friends and didn't want to be stranded so I offered her a ride home. My plans called for me being in Jersey anyway. Turns out she was going to follow friends there and asked for a ride up. She was also getting her tattoo finished at 4 and asked me to be there. So I only got to see Glass Girl for an hour or so before I hit Medford. Got to hang out with Miss Kitty and her sister, eat ham and cheese pizza, and watch Flight of the Phoenix. She got ready for the party, me being her ride and already there pretty much meant she had to go. I packed my dressy stuff but farking forgot my boots. Shit. Leather pants and sneakers? I figured I would check my shoes with my coat and no one would be the wiser.
We get to the party just before nine, and I check my sneakers and coat unseen. SCORE! My buddy brought this girl with him who was stunning, she was wearing this floor-length trench coat with corset lacing in the back. It really showed off her figure although she didn't look to me to be his type. She seemed far more dominant than submissive. I was right, heh heh. I fed her chocolate covered something or others at one point and pretty much talked to her and my friend for a while. I kept an eye on Miss Kitty tho, she was not feeling all that well and I was concerned for her. At one point someone else says to this girl that he will find her a victim.
Of course it was a joke, but I am not going to let this opportunity go. I say, a victim for what? She replies that blood may be involved in what I am assuming was an attempt to dissuade me. Before I can reply Miss Kitty is at my side telling her to have at me. Holy crap did that do the trick. She came over and I mentioned how I got all excited when she moved me earlier by placing her hand on the back of my neck. She asks if I have a hair thing. Of course I do, why do you think it's so long? That's all it took. She has two handfulls and is going to town. Play progressed for there to a wide variety of activities including running her nails down my back. I have an awesome mark from that one. Then there was the stainless steel chain mail flogger. Just laying on my back I thought it was a bottle of water from the fridge. Then I thought it was water but couldn't figure out why I wasn't wet. But when it was just laid on the open part of my back it felt like I was being bit by an ice cube. And resting in a pile on the back of my neck was like fucking magic. I can't even describe what that was like.Aftercare was just as perfect, and probably just as long.
Miss Kitty wanted to leave shortly after aftercare was done, and I collected my coat and the dog followed me up. I then heard the dog take off running. I was like, okay, THAT was odd. I look back to see my sneaker in the dog's mouth! Fuck! I run after the dog, and look back to see that the dog had just stolen sneaker number TWO. FUCK! I run downstairs, and by the time I make the corner the dog is coming back. Kitchen people saw what was happening and the dog wanted to keep the sneaker. I was there and the dog slammed on the brakes on the hardwood floor and as she was skidding towards me I grabbed the sneaker out of her mouth and said, "Gimme thaaaaaaaat"! Still thinking I might be safe from the ridicule of being caught with leather pants and sneakers another party guest turns the corner and says, "Is this your other shoe?" Dammit, now everyone knew. Outted by the dog!
The girl I had played with was involved in another scene. I hated to do it, but I caught her eye and waved good-bye. I didn't want to interrupt nor pull her away. She ran over, gave me a hug, thanked ME (holy backwards, Batman) and gave me her number. Drove Miss Kitty home and headed for the other Jersey location. Party was pretty much over, I didn't even get to see wickedlitlcat though the host samsara and hostess missmina were my primary reasons for attending. I had some fun even though the party was over, some toys came out all was well. Slept like a farking baby on a pull out couch next to another friend of mine. I have played with this friend's sister and told her of missmina's theory that I am only attracted to professionals. She says, you aren't attracted to my sister? I was like holy crap that's right! I decided not to wake missmina with this revelation but I did "In your face!" her with it the next afternoon. :)
I called the girl I played with Monday evening to say hello and thank her again. We ended up on the phone for nearly an hour and a half. It was amazing. I even made some sweet puns and intelligent comments about her chosen field. That's the good news. The bad news is that I know nothing about her vocation and have thus run out of intelligent comments to make. All that's left is to sing the song about what happens to nintendo pitchers when they get tired. You listening, brother? Did someone order a ninety-five mile an hour shitball? NO ONE will get that.
She gave me her email address as a preferred way of keeping in touch so instead of working I dropped her a line. Got her reply already and I'm glowing all over again. So much so that I wrote all of this rather than write back yet :P She even wished me a speedy recovery so that we might do this again. *swoon*
Life is good people, life is good
I left my house and stupid o'clock to drop my car off and have someone look at the trans while I was gone. Left there with my dad for a ride to the airport. Landed around 11AM California time and my Gevvy-Head was screaming at me before I could see her. Apparently she was able to recognize my legs on my way down the escalator. And her wife Sarah-Head was there! She called off work just to see me, EEEE! First time I EVER met her!
We ate at a Mexican place and ended up in Upland California at the old place. Packed a little bit and lounged around in the living room. Sarah-Head was playing with my hair, I don't think she knew what she was getting in to, MWU ha ha ha!! Miss Kitty called me during that to say hello. She is a most wonderful dominant friend of mine. Turns out her mother was on the same damn plane I was. Crazy!
Packed some more and went out to do some karaoke at a lesbian bar that I swear was like an hour away. Not crowded at all for a Thursday night and I even got to sing some. Sober. Whoah. Left early because Sarah-Head was sick (I am so glad she came out with us, though) and all crashed together. Until my snoring started. Apparently I forced Sarah-Head to leave the room, I felt like such an ass. But I also learned that if you get caught in the middle of the night cuddling up to a lesbian girl's wife you don't get shot in the face. Lucky me!
Friday morning Gevvy and I got the U-Haul while Sarah-Head was at work. We loaded that fucker with the big shit, and drove out for the fridge in Costa Mesa. Returned with a fridge and packed almost everything else into the truck. We then spent a good chunk of the day driving to San BernaRdino (I didn't know there was a second 'r' in there). Or as the locals call it, "San Bern-doo". WTF? Unpacked the truck, returned it (U-Haul was open after 9) and ate Chinese. We were going to drink some, but we unpacked the apartment just enough to put the couch down and we all passed out.
Eleven hours later we all get up and unpack some more. I made two trips to the store on the corner for random things as we put the place together. It looks awesome, and it does NOT look too ethnic. They even have an art gallery in the bathroom. Seriously, bathroom is hugantic. We were going to go out to a strip club Saturday night, but Sarah-Head left her purse (and her ID) in Upland. D'OH! Boobies woulda been awesome! Stayed in with the little beer we had left and I watched Harold and Maude. Found out you can't buy beer in California after 2AM either, WTF?
Sunday we were all over Long Beach. Got to see their old old place, ate Thai, saw a sweet adults-only type store, and took some pictures of West Coast Choppers. Couldn't go in, but the outside had some cool metal work on it. They even had a security guard, ooOOOOoOOoOo.
Monday morning Gevvy-Head took me to the airport. There were tears involved. And blood. Turns out my 'itchy' lips were actually chapped to fuck from General Santa Anna and his god damned wind. I wish I had more time I could have spent there. But I love my Gevvy-Head AND my Sarah-Head and hope I can see them again soon.
So last weekend I had all sorts of goodies planned. This new club was finally supposed to open and dammit I was gonna be there! Turns out I was there, and it was not open yet. Nerts! But there was a gathering of people on South St so I headed over to Tattooed Mom's around 10 and caught up with The Satyr. He was on his way to Dirty Frank's to meet the rest of the Pleather Family and some others, so I tagged along. Had some drinks, The Dragon left a wicked long and bloody scratch down my forearm with one pass of her teeny little nails, pulled my hair a lot, and even got a little more frisky with me. Wowzers! V played with my hair a little, bit me in a few places, and kissed me some at the bar while Nichet decided that my scratches needed cauterizing. I swear I couldn't feel the flame from the butane lighter but the bic hurt like a motherfucker. So it was a good time!
Nichet hosted the party for V and The Satyr in October and during that game of "Spin the Thingie" Ziggy Stardust came on. Everyone stopped the game, and EVERYONE sang along. It was like ten times more awesome than that Tiny Dancer in Almost Famous. I felt it. So I put it on at Frank's and I swear people wanted to leave like three songs before mine came on. I made most of them stay, and what little of us left there were sang along again. I will see if I can't get a huge group to do it again on New Year's Eve. THAT would rule!
Went home and went to bed. Saturday I tried to get hot dogs but they ran out early. SO I went to DQ for almost free ones. Was going to a party at 8, but was going to see Glass Girl that afternoon at Tyler. Miss Kitty calls to say that she is debating going to the party at 8. I thought she said she would be riding up with friends and didn't want to be stranded so I offered her a ride home. My plans called for me being in Jersey anyway. Turns out she was going to follow friends there and asked for a ride up. She was also getting her tattoo finished at 4 and asked me to be there. So I only got to see Glass Girl for an hour or so before I hit Medford. Got to hang out with Miss Kitty and her sister, eat ham and cheese pizza, and watch Flight of the Phoenix. She got ready for the party, me being her ride and already there pretty much meant she had to go. I packed my dressy stuff but farking forgot my boots. Shit. Leather pants and sneakers? I figured I would check my shoes with my coat and no one would be the wiser.
We get to the party just before nine, and I check my sneakers and coat unseen. SCORE! My buddy brought this girl with him who was stunning, she was wearing this floor-length trench coat with corset lacing in the back. It really showed off her figure although she didn't look to me to be his type. She seemed far more dominant than submissive. I was right, heh heh. I fed her chocolate covered something or others at one point and pretty much talked to her and my friend for a while. I kept an eye on Miss Kitty tho, she was not feeling all that well and I was concerned for her. At one point someone else says to this girl that he will find her a victim.
Of course it was a joke, but I am not going to let this opportunity go. I say, a victim for what? She replies that blood may be involved in what I am assuming was an attempt to dissuade me. Before I can reply Miss Kitty is at my side telling her to have at me. Holy crap did that do the trick. She came over and I mentioned how I got all excited when she moved me earlier by placing her hand on the back of my neck. She asks if I have a hair thing. Of course I do, why do you think it's so long? That's all it took. She has two handfulls and is going to town. Play progressed for there to a wide variety of activities including running her nails down my back. I have an awesome mark from that one. Then there was the stainless steel chain mail flogger. Just laying on my back I thought it was a bottle of water from the fridge. Then I thought it was water but couldn't figure out why I wasn't wet. But when it was just laid on the open part of my back it felt like I was being bit by an ice cube. And resting in a pile on the back of my neck was like fucking magic. I can't even describe what that was like.Aftercare was just as perfect, and probably just as long.
Miss Kitty wanted to leave shortly after aftercare was done, and I collected my coat and the dog followed me up. I then heard the dog take off running. I was like, okay, THAT was odd. I look back to see my sneaker in the dog's mouth! Fuck! I run after the dog, and look back to see that the dog had just stolen sneaker number TWO. FUCK! I run downstairs, and by the time I make the corner the dog is coming back. Kitchen people saw what was happening and the dog wanted to keep the sneaker. I was there and the dog slammed on the brakes on the hardwood floor and as she was skidding towards me I grabbed the sneaker out of her mouth and said, "Gimme thaaaaaaaat"! Still thinking I might be safe from the ridicule of being caught with leather pants and sneakers another party guest turns the corner and says, "Is this your other shoe?" Dammit, now everyone knew. Outted by the dog!
The girl I had played with was involved in another scene. I hated to do it, but I caught her eye and waved good-bye. I didn't want to interrupt nor pull her away. She ran over, gave me a hug, thanked ME (holy backwards, Batman) and gave me her number. Drove Miss Kitty home and headed for the other Jersey location. Party was pretty much over, I didn't even get to see wickedlitlcat though the host samsara and hostess missmina were my primary reasons for attending. I had some fun even though the party was over, some toys came out all was well. Slept like a farking baby on a pull out couch next to another friend of mine. I have played with this friend's sister and told her of missmina's theory that I am only attracted to professionals. She says, you aren't attracted to my sister? I was like holy crap that's right! I decided not to wake missmina with this revelation but I did "In your face!" her with it the next afternoon. :)
I called the girl I played with Monday evening to say hello and thank her again. We ended up on the phone for nearly an hour and a half. It was amazing. I even made some sweet puns and intelligent comments about her chosen field. That's the good news. The bad news is that I know nothing about her vocation and have thus run out of intelligent comments to make. All that's left is to sing the song about what happens to nintendo pitchers when they get tired. You listening, brother? Did someone order a ninety-five mile an hour shitball? NO ONE will get that.
She gave me her email address as a preferred way of keeping in touch so instead of working I dropped her a line. Got her reply already and I'm glowing all over again. So much so that I wrote all of this rather than write back yet :P She even wished me a speedy recovery so that we might do this again. *swoon*
Life is good people, life is good