A quick background: I've been dating this guy for not particularly long. I had just fallen into a poly situation and was looking for a primary. He's sweet, super geeky and so vanilla. He is fine with me being me and getting what I need. Even though he has no interest in the queer kinky lifestyle I've become so accustomed to. He's so much smarter than me, yet he loves even my slightest smile. In the first few weeks of us dating I could of sworn, I could have farted around him and he would have thought it was the curtest thing ever.
All this is to say I really didn't expect to be falling so completely for him. We actually got to spend the night alone, in a bed like a real couple for the first time and cuddled and talked all night. About who we are, why we are that way. Exes, family and experience. And of course had some amazing vanilla sex. We fit together like we where made for each other. In so many ways.
I'm actually having that feeling that I could comfortably and happily be with him for some time. That butterflies, ohh moment, that I chose better than i had thought. I really wasn't expecting any of that, not this late in the game. That usually happens to me right away. But this time it's less of an upheaval and more of a small slide. It's yummy and sweet. And totally uncharacteristic. For both of us. It's nice.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
First Experience
I had been dipping my toes in at Bondage a Go Go and my roommate decided to go to the Power Exchange with her boyfriend and of course thought of me.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
A Quick Word on Trans
You know how when you walk in to a boy's room, you can smell boy? A mix of old socks and lots of jizz.
And when you walk into a girl's room, it's definitely girl? A sweet, and musty mix of panties and toys.
Well whenever I've walked into a trans' person's room, I can smell it. It's a distinct high pitched smell of spicyness mixed with a knock your socks off amount of pure pheromones. I in particular love that smell. My exes room smelled of it with a mix of oldspice. My best girl friend smells of it, and we talked about it the first time we met. How she reminded me of my ex when I closed my eyes. Call it a fetish or what have you, but everyone I've met who is 20 something and transitioning has this smell. And it's not a bad thing.
I had to write this because I was received really badly by a women at a play party Friday, when I expressed to her my feeling on such matters. She found it creepy, that all trans people had special appeal or something. When though I do find that was not the point to my sharing this with her. I still feel guilty for bringing her down though. Everyone else who I've expressed this to had received it appreciatively, never poorly. So it through me for a loop. I'm sure there is some biology behind it as well. But I've yet to find the writing to prove that. Just needed to put that out there. And if you don't like it, it's just my opinion and my findings. You are aloud to have a totally different experience, but don't judge mine!
And when you walk into a girl's room, it's definitely girl? A sweet, and musty mix of panties and toys.
Well whenever I've walked into a trans' person's room, I can smell it. It's a distinct high pitched smell of spicyness mixed with a knock your socks off amount of pure pheromones. I in particular love that smell. My exes room smelled of it with a mix of oldspice. My best girl friend smells of it, and we talked about it the first time we met. How she reminded me of my ex when I closed my eyes. Call it a fetish or what have you, but everyone I've met who is 20 something and transitioning has this smell. And it's not a bad thing.
I had to write this because I was received really badly by a women at a play party Friday, when I expressed to her my feeling on such matters. She found it creepy, that all trans people had special appeal or something. When though I do find that was not the point to my sharing this with her. I still feel guilty for bringing her down though. Everyone else who I've expressed this to had received it appreciatively, never poorly. So it through me for a loop. I'm sure there is some biology behind it as well. But I've yet to find the writing to prove that. Just needed to put that out there. And if you don't like it, it's just my opinion and my findings. You are aloud to have a totally different experience, but don't judge mine!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
My Mistress
This is an ongoing love story, so i will be adding to it.
We only met a few days ago and clicked almost immediately. The second i sat down she felt a spark of interest that she hasn't felt in a long time. We ended up talking for over 3 hours, mostly her because i was so speechless just being in her presence. She is presous as she has to explain things till it sounds right to her, even though her pauses and thinking has me get what she is trying to get across much before she actually finds the right words.
We've been almost non stop texting ever since about the scene we are planning this weekend. And what a writer she is, she can make me do a happy dance in just a few sentences. As well as being perpetually speechless when ever we talk. I can't wait till tomorrow.
We only met a few days ago and clicked almost immediately. The second i sat down she felt a spark of interest that she hasn't felt in a long time. We ended up talking for over 3 hours, mostly her because i was so speechless just being in her presence. She is presous as she has to explain things till it sounds right to her, even though her pauses and thinking has me get what she is trying to get across much before she actually finds the right words.
We've been almost non stop texting ever since about the scene we are planning this weekend. And what a writer she is, she can make me do a happy dance in just a few sentences. As well as being perpetually speechless when ever we talk. I can't wait till tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Exhabishonist Evolution
So I started in the usual way.
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Backpacks the new Toybox
So this has been on my mind for a while now. It seems no matter who I'm with these days it involves some sort of backpack. From the kinksters, to the trannies, to the dykes. Weather it be in their home or in the middle of the woods it is a backpack that has the toys.
Each backpack comes with a different level of theatrics when presented and each a unique set of toys.
I'm going to organize them by the gender spectrum. Closest to the male end of the spectrum to closer to the female end of the spectrum. I will not be writing about straight females because I have no experience in how they fuck and have not been in bed with one for a very long time.
Hetero male kinksters (doms and tops, submissives don't need their own toys)
though he is proud of his toys he doesn't flaunt it. He uses a backpack as necessity, he is on a bike or lives in his car. It is a overly complicated bag for it's actual uses and he chooses carefully what goes in it, when he has the time. He makes sure him partner is set and not going to move (weather that be to bind her or instruct her) and quickly slips off for this things, not making to big a deal out of that process it's self. He usually sets up what he intends to use and play with before even starting to implement his plans so everything is easily accessible and disturbs the flow as little as possible. When there is a break from the action it will be his choose not a effort to reload.
Trans men (female to male)
their backpack is in a prominent or easily accessible place from their bed. It shyly needs to stay closely by their side. Everything stays in the magical treasure chest until it is time to be used. Everyone of their toys stay here and go back in as soon as possible. Though there are varying sizes and shapes you are most likely to be presented with the biggest one that is closest to his skin color the first time you see his pride and joy. His real genitals if he where to have been born with them. He has also slipped into his most comfortable harness as gracefully as possible, all without you looking until he is complete. He comes back into bed cocky (pun intended) and wanting to show off. Everyone of his movements are centered around his crotch now just so you don't forget what he's packing. Each time any other thing is needed though it is in arms reach it is a scramble to get it and a victory once gotten. But the bag stays closed so you will never know what tricks remain up his sleeve.
Hardcore Butch Dykes
She keeps hers close at hand, but hidden. It is the only plain, non decrepit black backpack she owns. It is not a full bag, but they are all favorites. She might even name it. Size is not an option, though color is here. And there is only one harness all ready sized for her. She may ruffle through the bag for a second, but she knows exactly what she is looking for and smiles too herself with her plans for you. She is quiet and graceful about her toy bag, this all being a well practiced dance to her. She slips into her selections and instructs you in a nonchalant matter. She just happens to be wearing a dick. This process is like the most natural thing to her. This whole process takes about 15secounds and is quite forgettable, just as she would prefer it.
So those are some generalizations based on my experiences.
Each backpack comes with a different level of theatrics when presented and each a unique set of toys.
I'm going to organize them by the gender spectrum. Closest to the male end of the spectrum to closer to the female end of the spectrum. I will not be writing about straight females because I have no experience in how they fuck and have not been in bed with one for a very long time.
Hetero male kinksters (doms and tops, submissives don't need their own toys)
though he is proud of his toys he doesn't flaunt it. He uses a backpack as necessity, he is on a bike or lives in his car. It is a overly complicated bag for it's actual uses and he chooses carefully what goes in it, when he has the time. He makes sure him partner is set and not going to move (weather that be to bind her or instruct her) and quickly slips off for this things, not making to big a deal out of that process it's self. He usually sets up what he intends to use and play with before even starting to implement his plans so everything is easily accessible and disturbs the flow as little as possible. When there is a break from the action it will be his choose not a effort to reload.
Trans men (female to male)
their backpack is in a prominent or easily accessible place from their bed. It shyly needs to stay closely by their side. Everything stays in the magical treasure chest until it is time to be used. Everyone of their toys stay here and go back in as soon as possible. Though there are varying sizes and shapes you are most likely to be presented with the biggest one that is closest to his skin color the first time you see his pride and joy. His real genitals if he where to have been born with them. He has also slipped into his most comfortable harness as gracefully as possible, all without you looking until he is complete. He comes back into bed cocky (pun intended) and wanting to show off. Everyone of his movements are centered around his crotch now just so you don't forget what he's packing. Each time any other thing is needed though it is in arms reach it is a scramble to get it and a victory once gotten. But the bag stays closed so you will never know what tricks remain up his sleeve.
Hardcore Butch Dykes
She keeps hers close at hand, but hidden. It is the only plain, non decrepit black backpack she owns. It is not a full bag, but they are all favorites. She might even name it. Size is not an option, though color is here. And there is only one harness all ready sized for her. She may ruffle through the bag for a second, but she knows exactly what she is looking for and smiles too herself with her plans for you. She is quiet and graceful about her toy bag, this all being a well practiced dance to her. She slips into her selections and instructs you in a nonchalant matter. She just happens to be wearing a dick. This process is like the most natural thing to her. This whole process takes about 15secounds and is quite forgettable, just as she would prefer it.
So those are some generalizations based on my experiences.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Finding His Vagina
I've been seeing a transexual for a little while now. He identifies as a lesbian, but is happy with his male body. He dose have an alter ego that is a female, that i quickly found out about the first time we met, and she made me fall for him even more.
The first time i was with him i could feel his lushous hips, and the swell of his thighs that are not really there. He's a lanky little white boy, but those aspects of his body where there because of Angie. She's a gorgous, yummy, curvy, blond diva and he is a sweet, adhd, super neerdy, stoner that loves hulusinagenics. I love it!
So i remember when i first found it, i was exploring his body with my eyes closed and instinctively went to where the yummy folds and depths of him would be. I went to the base of his cock and just dug my tounge in and started going at it. Much like i had done so many times with my girlfriends. At first i heard a giggle and then slow deep moans, oohs and ahhs she couldn't hold back. She started to lift her pelvis tword my face and grind into my tounge. I could feel her legs shake with the waves of pleasure. All things he never did when i just sucked his cock. The whole time he never got hard, but i slowly brought him to that place i know and love. I kept going till he screamed my name and the little tremors through her thighs became a full on body earthquake.
He layed there head swimming amazed that i actally found that sweet spot. We cuddled, her catching my breath responding to every slight movement of my fingers across her body, as i delighted in knowing exactly how he felt in that moment and that i was the one to bring her there for the first time. I conjoled him to step outside for a cigarette and watched his after tremors cascade through her jellow legs. As we talked about how he knew it was theoretically possible, but had never tested it and i teased him about being unabashidly on cloud nine, I felt victorious and gracious that i got to share this experience with her.
We have since had lots of sex. Ranging from the all night long vanilla sessions with his amazing large cock, having me beg for mercy. To me enjoying her body, just because i can feel it. And combinations of the two. I can't wait to take her out as my girlfriend instead of just another boy i'm fucking, but that will be another story!
The first time i was with him i could feel his lushous hips, and the swell of his thighs that are not really there. He's a lanky little white boy, but those aspects of his body where there because of Angie. She's a gorgous, yummy, curvy, blond diva and he is a sweet, adhd, super neerdy, stoner that loves hulusinagenics. I love it!
So i remember when i first found it, i was exploring his body with my eyes closed and instinctively went to where the yummy folds and depths of him would be. I went to the base of his cock and just dug my tounge in and started going at it. Much like i had done so many times with my girlfriends. At first i heard a giggle and then slow deep moans, oohs and ahhs she couldn't hold back. She started to lift her pelvis tword my face and grind into my tounge. I could feel her legs shake with the waves of pleasure. All things he never did when i just sucked his cock. The whole time he never got hard, but i slowly brought him to that place i know and love. I kept going till he screamed my name and the little tremors through her thighs became a full on body earthquake.
He layed there head swimming amazed that i actally found that sweet spot. We cuddled, her catching my breath responding to every slight movement of my fingers across her body, as i delighted in knowing exactly how he felt in that moment and that i was the one to bring her there for the first time. I conjoled him to step outside for a cigarette and watched his after tremors cascade through her jellow legs. As we talked about how he knew it was theoretically possible, but had never tested it and i teased him about being unabashidly on cloud nine, I felt victorious and gracious that i got to share this experience with her.
We have since had lots of sex. Ranging from the all night long vanilla sessions with his amazing large cock, having me beg for mercy. To me enjoying her body, just because i can feel it. And combinations of the two. I can't wait to take her out as my girlfriend instead of just another boy i'm fucking, but that will be another story!
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