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Being the Out-of-Towners

Published on December 10, 2010 in anal, blow jobs, D/s, exhibitionism, musings, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sex, sex parties, shio, squirting, swinging, Uncategorized and vacation. 2 Comments

If you follow my twitter you know that MasterDoc and I went away on our first vacation together this week. We had a blast at Disney World and even managed to visit a local swing club while in Orlando.

I don’t think I had been to a swing club outside of New York City before, so the differences are interesting to me. In NYC, clubs are small because real estate is so costly. The club we visited last night was in an entire house. The privacy was great since it was down a lonesome road, and the driveway is gated off unless they’re open – not to mention the driveway from the road is long-ish. The first room you enter is a bar area with a pool table, stripper pole and seating. Soft drinks are provided as are cups and ice (unlike NYC you just serve yourself). There’s a sign telling you what your cup color means there – clear means you’re just mingling, red means you’re looking for a couple and orange means you’re looking for singles. It’s a nice way to communicate what you’re looking for on a given night.

The club was huge being the whole of a one floor house. The kitchen had snacks (very little since it was a weeknight – more on weekends), each room had clean sheets and towels handy (and a laundry basket for you to put used ones in). In NYC we usually have to get a staff person to change soaked sheets, but this place was more down to earth. I was concerned that no condoms were available – MasterDoc pointed out that condom use isn’t necessarily universal. I don’t like that notion. I hope it was just that they expected people to bring their own. We had brought our own condoms and lube. There were many rooms, many beds and three hot tubs (two outside on back deck and one interior tub), a sex swing, and two sybians. The guy working that night was very nice and gracious in that Southern way. I have to confess that like some Yankees, I have a stereotyped view of Southerners much of the time. I know it isn’t fair because the stereotype – ignorant, redneck, racists – is only going to be true a small portion of the time. Interestingly, there was far more interracial porn (and black porn) showing there than in the club we frequent in NYC (where there’s usually only white porn.) While the guests were predominantly white, there was an Asian guy, a south Asian couple and a black guy. Everyone seemed equally welcome.

Despite my stupid stereotyped idea of Southerners, (which IS totally stupid as I’ve known and adored various Southerners who are not anything like that stereotype) I have to admit that I do admire the southern hospitality and graciousness. Manners were far better and far more adhered to in Florida than they are in New York. I certainly had to look at my stereotypes and look at how culturally the region is different from where I’ve always lived in the northeast. Not better or worse, just different.

One nice thing was that the single guys were far more polite than in NYC. There were few couples there, and unfortunately the only couple that seemed interested was a couple MasterDoc wasn’t interested in. We ended up making our own fun, which you know we’re quite good at. Early in the evening, MasterDoc fucked me doggy style in one of the rooms. While I was busy being fucked a couple came in to watch appreciatively. MasterDoc teased me like he’s been doing lately – fucking me hard and pushing me towards orgasm. While I don’t ever want to give in and come without permission, part of me hopes that it accidentally happens since I’m so desperate for release by the time he lets me come. I came hard, and squirted all over the sheets. I could feel myself drench MasterDoc’s hand after he switched to fingering me while I came. I changed the sheets after.

A little later, when it was becoming more apparent that we weren’t likely to swap that night, MasterDoc decided to fuck me up the ass – something we haven’t done often in recent months. He lubed me up and talked dirty to me the whole time. He emphasized that he was going to fuck me up my tight asshole like the whore that I am. *swoon* He managed to push past my sphincter and gave me a good fucking. I needed extra lube (remember kids, you can never have too much lube during anal). Again he teased me, pushing me towards orgasm through fucking my ass. He let me come and it felt great to come again (and again). A little later he fucked me vaginally again and let a couple of the single guys touch my upper half while he did so. I was lost in pleasure. I love when I’m getting fucked (cock, fingers, dildo, or otherwise) and I lose track of everything around me. He fucked me into a state of frenzy again and let me come. What a fabulous night!

I sucked his cock a lot and seemed to be doing a really good job of it. I love making him twitch with pleasure. I deep throated him a lot and the blow jobs got all nice and wet. I’m getting much better at controlling my gag reflex. I can feel his cock head at the back of my throat and I focus on relaxing and leaving it there pressed against my throat. At those moments MasterDoc seems to be overcome with feeling good.

I was tired before it was all that late – having done so much walking and standing the past few days left me wiped out. (Wednesday night I was too tired for sex. Yes, you read that right. I crashed early and slept a long time. We fooled around a little on Tuesday night but I was pretty damn tired so I had to collapse and sleep before we had really done what we wanted to.) I felt satisfied and not interested in more sex, but I kept my opinion to myself and kept blowing MasterDoc on command like a good submissive. I did admit I was tired, but he wanted to come and I was happy to help him get there. I whispered in this ear about hot things we had done that night and I played with his groin and inner thighs. I licked his thighs for him and kept on going until he came. It was fantastic.

We bid the kind swingers of Orlando good night, and headed back to our hotel room. MasterDoc had hoped for more debauchery during our time away (like meeting a couple for a swap) but between fatigue and the constraints of time we didn’t get a chance. Still, it was a good vacation.

The Lesbian Sheep Dance

Published on April 11, 2010 in attraction, bisexuality, blogs, lesbian, Uncategorized and vacation. 7 Comments

So as I’ve quite openly mentioned on my twitter feed, I just visited Seattle for a few days. I’d never been to the Pacific Northwest before. I always had the impression I’d like it and I really enjoyed my short time there. Seattle is clean, the people are polite and it’s just generally a nice place to be. The weather was changeable and I’ve said it reminds me of weather in England. However, I’m told that the weather the past few days has been more changeable than usual.

I consumed a lot of coffee because it seems like the thing to do out there and it helped me deal with jet lag. I’m going to have a hard time getting back on New York time tonight. I stayed with my friend Liz, who used to be MasterDoc’s roomate. It’s been great seeing her again, and she also has a positively adorable, sweet dog. Seriously, I think I’d like to come out just to visit the dog. She and her husband were great hosts and I’m thankful to have them to stay with – not only for the companionship and visiting but also because I saved a shit ton of money not staying in a hotel.

I got to meet fellow blogger Coy Pink, who was a big part of my decision to visit Seattle. We’ve been friendly online for a while and she just seemed so nice (and hot – have you seen her pictures?) She also offered that her husband Alec, a photographer, could take pictures of me – sexy pics for the blog that also have the advantage of being photographed by someone who really knows the art of photography – not just me and my friends and a point and shoot camera which is my usual.

On Thursday Coy Pink and her daughters showed me around the city a bit. Her daughters are adorable and very bright. That night she and I had dinner together, and we could finally talk about grown up, sex blogger things. I spent Friday exploring the city alone, and in the afternoon I met up with Twisted Monk briefly for coffee and to see his rope factory. (It’s small, smaller than you would envision for a company that’s noted in the kink community.) While I had met him before, we hadn’t really had time to chat and get to know each other. It was a pleasure to hang out with him. He talked a little about how he lost a lot of his life (family, etc.) when outed as kinky, and he didn’t intend to become a bondage rope manufacturer. That said, he seems fairly happy with what he does. But I always hate hearing these cautionary tales of kinksters who had their lives wrecked when the wrong people found out about their personal life. Where’s the vaunted American ideal of “freedom”? If someone wants to be a crazy creationist christian fundamentalist, I don’t think they should be harassed for their beliefs (as long as they don’t try to impose them on others) – so why the hell can’t non-kinky people just accept that some of us are kinky? American puritanism drives me bonkers.

Friday night I drove out to see Coy Pink in her suburban home. I had dinner with her family and made friends with her older daughter. Since my life is so different, not having kids, a house or a husband of my own, I felt a bit of envy at her domestic happiness and stability. I think we all want what we don’t have. I’m fairly happy with my life but you sometimes ask yourself, “What if I had done things differently?” Although when I ask myself that, I remind myself that there’s been no boyfriend in the past who I wanted to settle down and have kids with. Not really. I thought I did with the first boyfriend but I’m lucky to have gotten out of that relationship before marriage could happen.

Once the girls were in bed, we went downstairs to Alec’s (Coy Pink’s husband) photo studio. I can’t wait to see the pictures, Coy Pink has a couple of her and I up on her blog. There were photos taken including my face, for my own personal use/enjoyment, and faceless shots that I hope to use here. It’s funny how I felt like I should be modest somehow in front of them, but then I realized this was some sort of strange false modesty and I should just enjoy taking half naked photos.

Now, did I mention before that I think Coy Pink is hot? Yes, she is. And as usual I’m an idiot who did the lesbian sheep dance, which I always manage to do. I suppose I should tell you all what the lesbian sheep dance is….

There’s been a lot of research into homosexual sheep, because there’s many male homosexual sheep and it’s an issue for sheep breeders. They can’t get the gay sheep to mate with the women sheep of course. Now in the process of this research they noticed they didn’t come across any lesbian sheep. Do they not exist?

Eventually the researchers realized something – when female sheep want to signal readiness and interest in sex, they stand very, very still. And if you have two female sheep interested in sex with each other? They will both stand very, very still. And of course then nothing happens. This is what happens with me (and other women) when dating women. We both hope the other will make the first move, and ultimately nothing happens because we both stand around waiting for the other one to make the first move.

My friend V. created the phrase “lesbian sheep dance” to describe this state of excessive passivity (and YES, I know that this issue is NOT unique to lesbians) and I am the self-declared queen of it. Coy is awfully cute and sexy, making out with her (or more) would have been fantastic. But I felt awkward trying to be flirty with her husband around, and of course doubted that she had any interest in me in that way. I tweeted about being the queen of the lesbian sheep dance after I had told her they story of the term that night. She replied, “Well, if you’re the queen of the dance, I’m the princess. ” Oh my. I was determined to hit on her Saturday night (my final night in town) but we were all out in a group – myself, Coy, her husband Alec, Butchtastic Kyle, Roxy, Scarlet Lotus and Onyx. I had met Kyle and Roxy briefly at the NYC Sex Blogger Calendar party in November, but hadn’t met Scarlet and Onyx. I have to say I like them even more in person than online. We ate, drank and made merry – including a trip to a sex store afterward. We ate next door to the Seattle Babeland, but they were closed by the time we finished with dinner. Down the street there was another store though and we all went and browsed. Onyx found some wonderful t-shirts that say things like, “I like to get drunk and fuck people.” or “I cleaned out my ass for this?” There were humongous dildoes and butt plugs. Coy found some sexy clothing on sale. Hopefully these articles will appear in future photos her husband takes of her.

Hanging out in a sex shop with a bunch of perverts who blog about sex was fantastically fun. I only wish I could do it again sometime soon. It’s frustrating when you find people who you enjoy spending time with but they live on the other side of the country (especially when you live in such a large country as the United States).

So I’m afraid I don’t have any hot sex stories to share with you. The night before I left MasterDoc did make me come by simply sucking on my finger – very hot but the rest of the night is now a faded memory.

The Night of the Four Orgasms, Part I

Published on August 19, 2009 in bdsm, bisexuality, bondage, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, DeeDee, non-monogamy, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, poly, restraints, sex toys, threesome, Uncategorized and vacation. 0 Comments

The original plan for last night, was that I’d be home, and MasterDoc would spend the evening with DeeDee – giving her an evening alone with him. She has expressed an interest in being an additional submissive of his rather than just a playmate. But since she recently made a big mistake that greatly displeased MasterDoc (further details withheld to protect the guilty) he decided that, to punish her, he’d have me over and show her all the orgasms she could have had if she hadn’t messed up.

While I don’t take joy in another’s mistakes, I certainly wasn’t upset to know that I was going to be the recipient of many orgasms. It was nice to see DeeDee again, I’m very fond of her, and she, MasterDoc and I enjoyed some sushi for dinner. After dinner, they both bathed and it was off to the bedroom time.

MasterDoc used the underbed restraints to secure me to the bed, which was what he had originally planned to do to DeeDee. He gagged me with my bit gag, and my collar was on. He had her mirror his moves and they each took one side of my body and played with it – caressing, kissing, sucking on my nipples. It was luxurious having two people pay such attention to me. It ended up being lighthearted, so MasterDoc took my collar off so I could feel free to giggle along.

He got between my outstretched legs and began licking my clit. I thought to myself, “Wow he’s going to get her to do that to me next.” I wondered if she was ready for it as she’d never gone down on a woman before. But DeeDee is adventurous and she immediately took her place between my legs when MasterDoc asked her to. She gently licked my clit up and down, and sought out feedback on her technique. We discussed how holding the labia apart is beneficial so you can get better, more direct access to the clit. When DeeDee declared that it’s hard work (her tongue was getting tired), MasterDoc pointed out that you vary the tongue movements and you make use of your lips to give your tongue a rest. She caught on quite quickly and I was thrilled to be secured to the bed, spread eagle, and having two wonderful people work me over.

MasterDoc got the acuvibe and played with it against my labia and clit. He’s very good at varying the vibrations so that it tickles my lips at one point, then he presses it against my clit and I start grinding my hips against it and moaning. He alternates movements, so that I’m brought up to the heights of arousal and then slowly slid back down the slope of the peak. The acuvibe began to lose power (the one drawback to it) so he had DeeDee hand him the magic wand. Rowr. She continued to stroke my body and play with me while MasterDoc went to town on my pussy with the magic wand. He had removed the gag by then because it was hard for me to talk and be included in the discussion. Although it probably would have been best if I had it in my mouth when he brought me to orgasm. He teased me quite a bit, and my hands clutched at the restraints holding my wrists down. I spread my legs as far as I could with my ankles in bondage. I slipped into a reverie, my vibrating clit being the focus of my concentration.

One of the lovely things about women is how soft they are, and their touch is usually softer than a man’s (their kisses also tend to be delightfully soft). So while MasterDoc teased me mercilessly with the magic wand, DeeDee’s soft hands stroked my leg, the area of my hip joint (where it’s very sensitive), my breasts. Oh I was very, very lucky. Everyone should know pleasure like this at some point (hell, at multiple points!) of their lives.

MasterDoc told me to ride the edge of orgasm, so I did, because I know darn well that when he wants me to do that, I should be ready at a second’s notice to come. I get extra aroused because orgasm becomes imminent. When he gave me permission to come, I was thrown into an intense orgasm. My limbs tugged at my bonds, and my torso curled upward. I tried controlling the noise I was making, but I’m certain I was still making quite a racket. He kept pushing the vibe against me, and turned it up to the second level of vibration at one point. I came and came – oh Jesus it was absolute ecstacy. Like the greedy slut that I am I kept coming for as long as he would let me and I was exhausted when it was over. One of my ankles had pulled free from the cuff that held it, but certainly with three limbs secured and intense orgasms wracking my body, I wasn’t going anywhere!

They undid the cuffs and I sat up, and immediately got a headache. I lay back down again and the headache subsided, I was left to rest while they went to the living room.

Beat Me til the Endorphins Flow

Published on August 18, 2009 in anal, bdsm, blog, cunt, D/s, flogging, kink, masochism, masturbation, poly, sadism, spanking, stress, Uncategorized and vacation. 3 Comments

I’m enjoying a staycation this week, mostly knocking about the local area and crashing at MasterDoc’s. I thought I’d be home half the time, but I’ve ended up at MasterDoc’s more than I thought I would. I took myself out for afternoon tea today, and it was a lovely way to spend an hour (while reading). Today has been fairly relaxing. I’m going to do a little cleaning around MasterDoc’s, but nothing terribly taxing.
I had a hard time yesterday; Davey and I are having issues in our relationship and we had a difficult talk the night before. I don’t want to go into detail here, but I’m hoping we can work things out. Talking with MasterDoc and getting cuddles from him yesterday helped me get some focus on the issue. Plus, he gave me a beating I sorely needed.

Last night I was interviewed by The Oh Team for their online radio show. I’ve never been interviewed like that before but I had a good time and it was easy to talk since the topic was sex. Their podcasts are available free on iTunes, so be sure to give my episode a listen when it becomes available (8/17/09). During the show, the hosts remarked that I should be spanked for having not listened to any of their shows before going on. I didn’t quite notice, since I was focusing on the interview at hand, but MasterDoc (who had been listening to the broadcast in the next room) ducked his head in and swung his hand back and forth, miming giving a spanking. Hee hee. I did point out to the hosts, however, that I was getting a beating that night from my Dom, if that made them feel any better.

So after the show, me and MasterDoc met up in the spare bedroom. He was feeling sorta cuddly at that moment so we cuddled for a bit, but he did manage to psych himself up for giving me a beating. I was definitely overdue for one – I’ve been out of sorts lately. The beating was fantastic – hands and floggers and the mean strap. He’d start out light, at a level where the beating is more like a massage, but then work up to something more intense, and the pain would start. He takes me into the pain zone, keeps me there a short while, and then backs off to a tolerable level. He’s very good at telling when I’m reaching my limit – I make noise when it hurts too much. Up and down the level of intensity goes until I’m in another place entirely – not only in my head, but I’m very much in my body as well. The outside world ceases to exist – it’s similar to meditation in that way.

He had me flip over and sit up, and he flogged my breasts and inner thighs. He snapped the flogger hard against my left nipple around three times, and the pain was something else. He took a moment, reminded me to breathe deeply, and then he flogged some more. It’s funny, when something really hurts I want it to stop, but then if he did stop, I think I’d be terribly disappointed.

He had me get back on hands and knees and beat me some more. I think I had fallen into the rhythm of the beating by this point, and mostly surrendered to whatever pain it brought me. He told me I could play with my cunt, so I did. I wasn’t sure if I could get my arousal up to a point where I could come, but then he prodded me, by telling me I could continue or stop. When given the choice I opted to continue – somehow his suggesting I stop suddenly turned me on to no end and I wanted to come. I rubbed my clit furiously with my right hand while supporting myself on my left arm. He beat me some more and the beating brought me even closer to orgasm. He gave me permission to masturbate to orgasm if I liked and hitting me just intensified rush of pleasure in my clit. The hitting helped me reach orgasm, and I was happily surprised to reach it that way, since I’m very much used to having a vibe on my clit and not using just my hand to get off. I stroked my clit feverishly as I came, I could feel my diva cup inside me as my vaginal muscles clenched around it. (I have my period.)

For once I didn’t keep going until he had to tell me to stop, I wound down slowly and brought my hand away from my clit. MasterDoc told me I could fall forward and I lay on my stomach, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow. He climbed into bed next to me, cuddled me, and I could feel the endorphins rushing through my veins. It was quite similar to taking a drug (like, say, ecstasy) and my mood was elevated and the feel of endorphins rushing around my body felt amazing. I wish everyone could understand how a beating can be soothing, invigorating, arousing and an act of love.

As an aside, at some point during the evening we commented on the idea of how I’ll be handy when MasterDoc is in his dotage and needs an adult diaper. Heh, I can’t remember exactly how we got on the subject, but it’s probably just as well I don’t share it. It dawned on me then, that a submissive would be more ready for such intimate care than, say, someone in a vanilla relationship. After all, in my vanilla relationship, if we use an anal toy, you wash it if it’s been in your ass. But in a D/s situation, the sub washes it regardless. After being so intimate as to wash your Dom’s anal toys, to massage his ass in great detail to help him get to orgasm, and even having had a bit of his poo on your finger after having it up his ass, you’re quite set to do something like change an adult diaper. While some vanillas do know their partner’s ass pretty intimately, I think that level is more likely to exist in a D/s relationship.

Today I have a small bruise on one ass cheek – it’s really a pity that I don’t bruise anymore. I think there’s also a small bruise on my inner thigh. But nothing like the colorful marks that were left when he first started beating me two years ago. (I still bruise easily on my arms and legs when I bump into things – I’m a total klutz – but my spanking zone doesn’t really bruise anymore.)

Foursome

Published on September 18, 2008 in analingus, foursome, swinging and vacation. 0 Comments

Been away with Davey this week. We had a lovely time – ate too much (and unhealthily at times – sweet crepes for breakfast AND lunch one day), drank too much, and indulged in some sexy stuff. All in all, a good vacation. The other night we met up with a couple. Davey had put an ad on craigslist trying to find couples to play with at our destination. We only got one satisfactory response (i.e., someone who took a moment to write a couple of lines to pique our interest) and we arranged to meet them in a bar by our hotel.

I was nervous meeting them, after all I wasn’t particularly attracted to the guy from the picture he sent, what if there was zero chemistry and we wanted to bail? Luckily when we met them he was better looking than his photo, and at any rate feeling comfortable with someone is more important to me than looks ultimately. We had drinks with them and chatted a bit. They were nice but I doubt they’d be a couple we’d hang out with regularly if they lived nearby. We clicked enough, but when all was said and done it wasn’t an experience I’d go out of my way to repeat. Yes I know I’m a spoiled bitch that I can turn my nose up at reasonably decent vanilla sex but it was just ok. I came, yes, but I had to really focus and work on those orgasms.

So we chatted for a while then they asked if we wanted to hang out or get some rest. I said let’s go hang out and so we went up to our hotel room. After a few minutes all of us ended up sitting on the bed, but getting things started was the awkward part. (There was MUCH awkwardness.) Davey is fairly shy and he was all the way at the other end of the bed, on the other side of me. I at least tried to sit close to the couple, within arm’s length, but I wasn’t any good at instigating. We talked for quite a while longer and I just kept thinking, “How on earth are we going to start this? I wish they’d start something.” And eventually that was the solution, the guy grabbed his woman and started kissing her deeply and groping her breasts. Davey kissed me for a bit as well. We chatted some more and the guy reached out his hand and took mine. Somehow I eventually ended up making out with him and the woman moved closer to Davey and started making out with him. The swap had finally been successful.

So I fooled around with the guy and Davey fooled around with the woman. Every so often I’d look over to see Davey going down on her and she was moaning and writhing around. In the meanwhile, the guy passionately sucked on my nipples and got me to take my shirt off. He took his shirt off as well and I was momentarily dismayed to find that he’s really hairy (not my thing) but wasn’t as squicked by it as I would have thought I’d be. Soon, he had my pants off as well and was going down on me. It felt good but it wasn’t until he added his fingers inside me that I was able to come. He got me propped up on a pillow and kept moving his tongue lower and lower. Yes, folks, for the first time ever someone has licked my asshole. It felt nice but I really don’t get what all the fuss is about. He not only licked me there but he wet his finger and slid it inside. He fingered my ass while eating me out and I came again. It felt really naughty to have this complete stranger ravaging my asshole like that.

I sucked him briefly but he had me get on hands and knees for a fucking. He fucked me doggy style for a while and Davey was still fingering and going down on the woman. I ended up on my back again and he went down on me some more. By this time I was sweating bullets and needed a break. After a short break he went down on me some more and fucked me again. The thing is, I’m a kinky girl and while he was fucking me I closed my eyes and thought of MasterDoc slapping my face to add some excitement to what was going on. When he was fucking me doggy style he lightly slapped my ass (and I do mean lightly) and I thought to myself, “You call that a spank?” and chuckled inwardly at how this guy would probably be a little freaked to know just how kinky I am. (They didn’t seem the kinky type.) All in all it was just an ok experience. It was fun to watch Davey’s face as the woman went down on him, and the experience wasn’t totally terrible, but I feel really lukewarm about the whole thing. I think in a lot of respects it was too vanilla for me. Or maybe I just didn’t have enough chemistry with the guy. I dunno.

The night before that Davey and I went to a strip club and unfortunately it was pretty slow, and the dancers seemed bored. We had a couple of drinks but mostly it was a waste of time. The one dancer who really put effort into her show was unfortunately quite thin and not curvy, so she wasn’t my type. It’s a shame because had she been curvy I would have quite enjoyed her show. The curvy stripper was totally predictable, every time she’d grab her nipples I knew that next came her right hand sliding down to touch her crotch – every freakin’ time! The same moves, over and over again.

Thankfully, the food and drink on vacation was stellar for the most part, so that made up for the sexy bits being a little underwhelming. On our last night there Davey and I went out to a fancy restaurant, polished off a bottle of wine (after having had beer cocktails before dinner) and went back to the hotel to drunkenly fuck. *grin* During the days we did the tourist thing. It was a short vacation but I love travel so much that I’m glad to even have just a few days away.

Getaway

Published on September 24, 2007 in sex and vacation. 3 Comments

Davey and I headed up into New England on Sunday. The weather was absolutely beautiful for a drive. The hotel turned out to be as nice as the four stars promised (and thanks to priceline we paid a two star price for the room. Whoo hoo.) with a cushy, king-sized bed littered with pillows (which of course we used for sex that afternoon). For dinner, we took the rental car out in search of an Irish pub but couldn’t find it. We discovered that street signs are spotty in Providence and some of the streets take odd turns. It turned out that walking there would be more practical so we returned the car to the hotel and set out on foot. Good thing too, as we would never have spotted the pub from the car. I had boxty for the first time and we both had beers (Davey had bangers and mash). We shared some dessert and I had a Bailey’s coffee. I really should have passed on the dessert and coffee as I was completely stuffed afterwards. Urgh. We hung out in the hotel for a few hours, digesting. Next we hit a couple of clubs that were having goth nights. Both places had few people there, but one was more gothy whereas the other was more industrial so we headed back to the gothy place until it closed. Both were within walking distance of the hotel so we drank much (four drinks each) and stumbled back to the hotel around 1. I was giddy and intoxicated and ended up IMing MasterDoc (who wasn’t online) and chatting with D.S. for a bit. D.S. commented that, even drunk, I’m a better speller than he is. Guess that’s not a skill for the ol’ resume though. *grin*

Davey was feeling worked up so we had sex again, this was possibly the first time we’ve been truly drunk during sex. (Usually one of us is doing the driving so we stay pretty sober. We mostly drink in moderation.) I don’t think I had an orgasm, probably due to being all sorts of drunk. We went to sleep around 3 am.

Today, we went to a museum and wandered downtown a bit more. Tonight, a seafood dinner as Davey is insisting he gets lobster while we’re in Rhode Island. Tomorrow, we head home.

The Midwest

Published on May 29, 2007 in midwest and vacation. 0 Comments

We went and visited a couple of friends out in the midwest this weekend. I have a long standing fear/loathing of the midwest in general. Like most east coasters I see the midwest as this vast wasteland of conservative christians and rednecks. But we were invited out, deep into the heartland, by a lesbian couple we became friends with on vacation last year. And so we went to the midwest for a few days.

Now the town we visited is notoriously a liberal pocket among the vast conservative land out there, and we hung out with gays and lesbians by majority, so it wasn’t your usual midwestern experience. But of course this made it far more fun and relaxing than any midwestern sojourn I’ve taken before. For once, I have hope for the midwest. It’s not all scary and conservative. There are cool people hidden out there. I had a great time – mainly because of all the wonderful company (and beer, lots of good microbrew beers).

What did I notice about the midwest? Well there seems to be a larger (pun intended) than usual amount of obese people. Many midwesterners are LARGE. I mean, we have fat people all around the east coast, but most are merely chubby in comparison to some of the people I saw out west. I felt svelte and I never feel svelte. Of course, this is probably due to the fact that they eat/feed you a lot (I swear I gained weight out there) and put meat in EVERYTHING. Cows and pigs don’t stand a chance out there. Those of you who know me well know I don’t eat red meat, but as of late I’ve gotten a little bit flexible with pork products… thank god because I’d have had bugger all to eat out there at the barbecues we went to. You’d think someone would put a chicken on the barbecue – nope. Something as simple as cheesy potatoes has to have tons of bacon in it. I’ve eaten more pork this past weekend than I’ve eaten in the past 20 years – and that was just due to incidental bits in things like cheesy potatoes and baked beans. My poor porcine friends.

It rained off and on the whole time we were there, so we didn’t get to travel around the state a bit as originally planned. We did go see a movie (Year of the Dog with Molly Shannon. Terrible movie. Skip it.) and do a little shopping. Funny how I had to travel all the way to the middle of the country to go shopping at a British imports store.

I had a far better time than I thought I would – and again that was due to our friends being wonderful and their friends being wonderful. I have hope for the midwest. Maybe with people like that out there they’ll some day catch up with the progressive parts of the country. Hey, even little pockets of progressive people is good.

Thing is, I’m still radical in comparison. Everyone we met was evidently monogamous or of that usual societal mindset of pursuing monogamy. I’m very happily polyamorous/non-monogamous and I realize that in most circles that makes me weird. An outsider. Time for a poly pride movement.