Anticipation
Sometime early next week, we’ll be trying out shiny new toys, which I am very excited and a little bit good-scared about. It's my first proper flogger of my very own! It made more sense to not spend the money on something that I already had access to, and there might have been a bit of gentle arm twisting, so I got a big thuddy/bitey cat o’ nine tails. It arrived in the mail earlier this week and is waiting at the Gentleman Caller's place and I wants it!
I love this anticipation. I always get a bit of it when I know I'm going to get to play, varying depending on circumstances. Maybe this is a sexual attraction analogue, this little flutter and excited glee at the thought of getting together and playing. The way it makes me grin at random times through the day. The way part of me is counting down the days and another part wants to just lose track so all of a sudden it’s today! It’s like Christmas on a weekly-ish basis :)
The anticipation doesn’t really change the character of the actual activity, as I don’t exactly spend my time imagining how the scene will go (I don’t typically want to know the exact details). All it takes is the thought of the fantastic potential that the play time could be. It could be hard or gentle, could push me, or be more of a casual practice time. It could be a bit giggly or very quiet. There’s so much that’s still new, so many new things to learn and discover. The future play is an unknown island just visible on the horizon.
And occasionally just as we’re getting close to the island, we run into the reefs of Real Life, which can cause a bit of frustration. But the anticipation remains and the island will still be there.
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Is it time yet?
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I love this anticipation. I always get a bit of it when I know I'm going to get to play, varying depending on circumstances. Maybe this is a sexual attraction analogue, this little flutter and excited glee at the thought of getting together and playing. The way it makes me grin at random times through the day. The way part of me is counting down the days and another part wants to just lose track so all of a sudden it’s today! It’s like Christmas on a weekly-ish basis :)
The anticipation doesn’t really change the character of the actual activity, as I don’t exactly spend my time imagining how the scene will go (I don’t typically want to know the exact details). All it takes is the thought of the fantastic potential that the play time could be. It could be hard or gentle, could push me, or be more of a casual practice time. It could be a bit giggly or very quiet. There’s so much that’s still new, so many new things to learn and discover. The future play is an unknown island just visible on the horizon.
And occasionally just as we’re getting close to the island, we run into the reefs of Real Life, which can cause a bit of frustration. But the anticipation remains and the island will still be there.
...
Is it time yet?
This entry was originally posted at http://verbs-not-nouns.dreamwidth.org/20542.html. There are <
> comments there.