so here we are then...
Have been away from livejournal for some time, mainly because of computer troubles. Well, now I am on my own sweet tiny ibook. I adore her. :)
The convention was wonderful! I saw old friends, made some new ones, and just had many good experiences. Also found sort of a bisexual role model. He is 50, and it was incredible to spend time talking with someone who has been out and mouthy about it as long as I've been alive. I truly admire him!
These past few months have been some of my strangest. I've had a lot of new sensations. This transition time is full of discovery, truly beautiful souls, and at times going way beyond my comfort zone. There are things to be learned, I only hope I figure a few of them out. lol.
So, crazy time. Hopefully this is the last information style post for some time. I'm taking this journal back and making it the place I feel comfortable, where I can stretch and sigh, purr, lust, dream. If you want the day to day sort of journal, let me know and I will add you on my other art/life lj. If however, you want to share intimacy, weirdness, and my demented journey through sensuality spirituality surreality at least in this cyberland please stay around. I've missed this journal, and the good naughty folk on it.
I've finally been to an erotic type all female-and trasgendered folk- party. More S&M than anything, but also with some other kinds of sweet spicy salty moments. The marks and bruises from my first flogging and whipping are finally faded lines crossing my skin. There were white lines where my garters lay running right up my reddened legs and ass. Curiosity was devouring me before that. It was thrilling, painful, and weirdly invigorating. A very kind woman administered them, while she had me keep my hands flat on a mirrored wall. I will be forever grateful for that first bare taste. I will experience that again. The funny bit is that even though I have dominated others, I've not been on the sub side - I find both to be fascinating. Still for pain, I prefer tattooing. I mean getting them. I only have two, but love the prick and sting of the needle in my skin. It makes me whole, wet, and gives me back my body.
The best part of that evening was spending sweet surrendering moments of high flirtation, in smooth gorgeous kisses, caresses, lust filled gasping grasping touching being with an incredible soul. I am very lucky to know you dear. :) thank you for being in my life.
*kisses* to all
~R
The convention was wonderful! I saw old friends, made some new ones, and just had many good experiences. Also found sort of a bisexual role model. He is 50, and it was incredible to spend time talking with someone who has been out and mouthy about it as long as I've been alive. I truly admire him!
These past few months have been some of my strangest. I've had a lot of new sensations. This transition time is full of discovery, truly beautiful souls, and at times going way beyond my comfort zone. There are things to be learned, I only hope I figure a few of them out. lol.
So, crazy time. Hopefully this is the last information style post for some time. I'm taking this journal back and making it the place I feel comfortable, where I can stretch and sigh, purr, lust, dream. If you want the day to day sort of journal, let me know and I will add you on my other art/life lj. If however, you want to share intimacy, weirdness, and my demented journey through sensuality spirituality surreality at least in this cyberland please stay around. I've missed this journal, and the good naughty folk on it.
I've finally been to an erotic type all female-and trasgendered folk- party. More S&M than anything, but also with some other kinds of sweet spicy salty moments. The marks and bruises from my first flogging and whipping are finally faded lines crossing my skin. There were white lines where my garters lay running right up my reddened legs and ass. Curiosity was devouring me before that. It was thrilling, painful, and weirdly invigorating. A very kind woman administered them, while she had me keep my hands flat on a mirrored wall. I will be forever grateful for that first bare taste. I will experience that again. The funny bit is that even though I have dominated others, I've not been on the sub side - I find both to be fascinating. Still for pain, I prefer tattooing. I mean getting them. I only have two, but love the prick and sting of the needle in my skin. It makes me whole, wet, and gives me back my body.
The best part of that evening was spending sweet surrendering moments of high flirtation, in smooth gorgeous kisses, caresses, lust filled gasping grasping touching being with an incredible soul. I am very lucky to know you dear. :) thank you for being in my life.
*kisses* to all
~R