Super Belated Scene Report
This is a super belated scene report from a January play party.
I had met up with HK at Black Rose when we were both volunteering. He had his awesome shoulder bag that was decorated with a punk rock Hello Kitty, I had a pile of knitting and we started talking. We had good conversation, and, as it turned out, mutual friends in DC and in my home town. We exchanged e-mails and LJ journal usernames, as you do, and soon discovered that we were both going to be at the same play party in January and expressed interest in playing.
Now at this point I had only tried to play once since Mielle broke up with me, and it had not gone that well. I had felt disassociated during the scene, and didn't even realize how bad it was until the end of the scene. Also, I was feeling very much like kinky damaged goods. Like if I was honest with someone about what was going on in my head, that they would never want to play with me. This was irrational, but I couldn't move past it.
In pre-party talks with HK, I explicity asked him to read over what I had written about Mielle and such*, with the expectation that he would have a negative reaction. His utterly calm neutral response was perfect. I can't really describe how except to say that by it not being a huge thing to him, it let me make it a less huge thing to me (at least with regards to playing with someone). I was still feeling anxious enough to not make firm plans and to want to play it by ear.
In the end, we did meet up and we did play. We did a bunch of sensation play ranging from scritchy claws, to thuddy bonky things with no power exchange. I quickly got squirmy and happy.
At one point, he started striking my pussy with something flattish (I honestly can't remember what) and my legs spread open. Taking me up on the unconscious suggestion, he started hitting more firmly and rythmically. Having my pussy spanked (or to be precise, pubic mound and vulva) is something that I almost never ask for and I'm not really sure why. Part of it is that I need to be turned on for it to work for me and feel good. Part of it is that if it's done in a stingy way (instead of thuddy), it just irritates the hell out of me. Part of it is that I feel a little conflcited about asking directly for pain on such a sensitive area.
This is really a roundabout way of saying that what HK did felt really good. Really really good. Good enough for me to end up having a nice orgasm. Afterwards, he packed up, I snagged some snacks and staggered back to my room to sleep.
*Those posts are in my personal LJ only right now. I haven't decided how I feel about posting them publically (though with identities stripped out). I'm still working on that. I think they're good writing, I think they're useful writing, but I'm not sure about posting them.
I had met up with HK at Black Rose when we were both volunteering. He had his awesome shoulder bag that was decorated with a punk rock Hello Kitty, I had a pile of knitting and we started talking. We had good conversation, and, as it turned out, mutual friends in DC and in my home town. We exchanged e-mails and LJ journal usernames, as you do, and soon discovered that we were both going to be at the same play party in January and expressed interest in playing.
Now at this point I had only tried to play once since Mielle broke up with me, and it had not gone that well. I had felt disassociated during the scene, and didn't even realize how bad it was until the end of the scene. Also, I was feeling very much like kinky damaged goods. Like if I was honest with someone about what was going on in my head, that they would never want to play with me. This was irrational, but I couldn't move past it.
In pre-party talks with HK, I explicity asked him to read over what I had written about Mielle and such*, with the expectation that he would have a negative reaction. His utterly calm neutral response was perfect. I can't really describe how except to say that by it not being a huge thing to him, it let me make it a less huge thing to me (at least with regards to playing with someone). I was still feeling anxious enough to not make firm plans and to want to play it by ear.
In the end, we did meet up and we did play. We did a bunch of sensation play ranging from scritchy claws, to thuddy bonky things with no power exchange. I quickly got squirmy and happy.
At one point, he started striking my pussy with something flattish (I honestly can't remember what) and my legs spread open. Taking me up on the unconscious suggestion, he started hitting more firmly and rythmically. Having my pussy spanked (or to be precise, pubic mound and vulva) is something that I almost never ask for and I'm not really sure why. Part of it is that I need to be turned on for it to work for me and feel good. Part of it is that if it's done in a stingy way (instead of thuddy), it just irritates the hell out of me. Part of it is that I feel a little conflcited about asking directly for pain on such a sensitive area.
This is really a roundabout way of saying that what HK did felt really good. Really really good. Good enough for me to end up having a nice orgasm. Afterwards, he packed up, I snagged some snacks and staggered back to my room to sleep.
*Those posts are in my personal LJ only right now. I haven't decided how I feel about posting them publically (though with identities stripped out). I'm still working on that. I think they're good writing, I think they're useful writing, but I'm not sure about posting them.