Not Thinking About Sex
Well, those who read my last weblog will recall a certain injury I incurred. Some time later, all is healing nicely. Much to relief of myself and Ruine_, of course.
But this process has caused us some challenges and amusement.
After the initial shock etc was over, it didn't hurt. Well.. not unless I ended up thinking about sex, spanking, or .. well, you get the idea. Then the swelling would get.. worse, and it would hurt. So, no problem, right? Don't think about sex.
Hmm.
Me. Not think about sex. That's going to be fun.
Especially when Ruine_ visits. It tends to go like this..
Innocent snuggle.. mmm. wicked thought.. OW! damn.. quick, think about George Bush! Phew. Nothing turns me off faster, honestly!
Then, of course, we had to go to a BDSM club. We might have skipped it but were meeting some friends of Ruine_'s who were new to clubs, and it was a special one-off event in a really cool location.
Of course, it was so cool I wanted to play. But even thinking about that hurt. So had to watch my thoughts very carefully all night.. It was damn frustrating at times. But it meant I sought out good conversations more, and that was good in itself.
I did find that with LOTS of willpower I could tease poor Ruine_ with wicked thoughts then leave them simmering while I thought of George Bush and cooled down again.
More seriously, though.. It is actually very nice to have a few weeks of time to just chill out, snuggle, think, talk.. Enforced calm. And I've almost entirely recovered now anyway.
We're enjoying the calmer time.
Back to my scheduled programming of weblogs next time.
But this process has caused us some challenges and amusement.
After the initial shock etc was over, it didn't hurt. Well.. not unless I ended up thinking about sex, spanking, or .. well, you get the idea. Then the swelling would get.. worse, and it would hurt. So, no problem, right? Don't think about sex.
Hmm.
Me. Not think about sex. That's going to be fun.
Especially when Ruine_ visits. It tends to go like this..
Innocent snuggle.. mmm. wicked thought.. OW! damn.. quick, think about George Bush! Phew. Nothing turns me off faster, honestly!
Then, of course, we had to go to a BDSM club. We might have skipped it but were meeting some friends of Ruine_'s who were new to clubs, and it was a special one-off event in a really cool location.
Of course, it was so cool I wanted to play. But even thinking about that hurt. So had to watch my thoughts very carefully all night.. It was damn frustrating at times. But it meant I sought out good conversations more, and that was good in itself.
I did find that with LOTS of willpower I could tease poor Ruine_ with wicked thoughts then leave them simmering while I thought of George Bush and cooled down again.
More seriously, though.. It is actually very nice to have a few weeks of time to just chill out, snuggle, think, talk.. Enforced calm. And I've almost entirely recovered now anyway.
We're enjoying the calmer time.
Back to my scheduled programming of weblogs next time.