"So, Erica, how was your Monday?"
It was certainly different. I was a bit nervous. I felt a bit out of whack, no pun intended.
But I had fun. 🙂
I don’t know what I’m going to call him yet. What was it that Hermione called him — Mr. Possible? Yes, definitely. I asked him if he was OK with my blogging about him, and he said absolutely.
No, we didn’t play. In some ways, I wanted to. But I knew I simply wasn’t ready yet. So, aside from a few test swats on my shorts, we refrained.
Instead, we talked, and talked, and talked some more. Asked questions. Talked about experiences, preferences, limits. I was comfortable enough to sass him a bit. I asked if he’d read my Friday blog, and he said, “No — what did you say?” And I told him to go read for himself; I wasn’t telling.
He said he’ll remember that. Yeah, whatever. 🙂
We watched a couple of my DVDs, short ones. He enjoyed them a great deal, which made me smile. He even watched one of the videos with ST. Watched our chemistry, saw our closeness. I know he won’t compete with that. He is who he is, and ST is ST. Separate people, separate interactions. I showed him how to navigate FetLife; he’d just joined.
He was sweet. Kept checking in with me, asking how I was doing, how I was feeling. Very much into communication; I do like that. Reassured me time and again that it was OK we weren’t playing, he was simply enjoying hanging out with me and getting to know me better. I felt the same.
Three hours later, he was going to head out. “So,” he said, looking me straight in the eye, “let’s see how kinky you are.”
Oooh. A challenge. “Yes?”
“I want you to go into the bathroom, take off your shorts, remove your panties, put your shorts back on, and bring your panties to me.”
Well, now. Interesting request. And yup, it gave me a little zing. “OK,” I said, “but the shorts are staying up!” “Understood,” he answered.
So I went into my bathroom, slipped off the shorts, then slid down the little orange-and-white striped thong. After putting my shorts back on and buckling my belt, I went back out to the living room.
He held his hand out, and I put the panties in them. Closing his fingers over them, he smiled and said, “These are going home with me.”
He promised to bring them back next week. And then take home the pair I’m wearing then.
I guess I’m kinky, because I thought that was hot as hell.
At the door, we hugged. He told me he’d had a great time, and thanked me for having him over. Then he added, “And please tell John thank you for being OK with this.” Yes. I’m a lucky woman, having a man who trusts me and grants me this freedom. I never forget that.
No pictures tonight, of course. Not sure when I’ll have those pictorial blogs again. But it’s one step at a time, and so far, so very good.
I will miss that deep, lingering soreness tomorrow, and that sleepy, dreamy bliss that never lingers long enough. But perhaps next week, we can make that happen. 🙂