Happy CSD, + more about fantasy vs. reality
According to the spanko blogosphere, today, August 8, is Consensual Spanking Day. OK, I’m all for commemorating one of our favorite pastimes, but honestly, I think every day is Consensual Spanking Day! 🙂 That being said, I celebrated two days early, so I’m going to pass. But I’m wishing a happy day (and happy spankings) to all my scene pals.
Remember, spanking is fun!
(One of my favorite pictures of the inimitable Keith Jones and me, from 10 years ago at Shadow Lane in Palm Springs.)
Speaking of last Monday, I heard from Mr. D. Apparently, he pulled or strained a muscle in his right arm from our activities. Well, damn. Not only did I break a toy, I broke the top, too! (giggling) Seriously, though, I hope it’s not too bad. And I can’t gloat too much, since I have a bruise roughly the size of a tennis ball on my right cheek, plus other assorted “strawberries.” I think we both underestimated that yellow-and-red paddle!
Last week, I posted about how kink is relative. In some of the comments and PMs I received, people mentioned how sometimes things they fantasized about seemed really hot, but in reality, they fell short. I thought it would be fun to open the floor again and talk about that.
In the fantasy stories, all sex culminates with explosive mutual orgasms, and all BDSM/spanking/whatever scenes go perfectly from start to finish, with instant chemistry and tops who can read bottoms’ minds perfectly and so forth. In real life, you have stumbles and fumbles and misfires and things that go over like a lead balloon. Any of you ever try to make a fantasy happen for real and it didn’t go the way you thought it would?
The first one that comes to mind for me is rather vanilla, but funny. You know the cliche scene in the movies, where the couple is in the kitchen and in the throes of passion, he lifts her onto the counter, she wraps her legs around him and he takes her right there? Looks unbearably hot, doesn’t it?
Years ago, an old boyfriend and I tried that. He got the lifting up onto the counter part OK, but I crashed into a tray with salt-and-pepper shakers, oven timer and other kitchen paraphernalia and sent it all flying with a clatter. I leaned back and felt several of these items digging into my back, so I squirmed around, trying to get comfortable and failing. Meanwhile, he’d unzipped and was trying to maneuver himself into me, but the angle was wrong and we couldn’t connect properly. He too shifted and squirmed, but it just wasn’t this seamless melding of bodies the way it’s purported to be. We were both puffing and panting and grunting “ow,” and finally, he stopped and blurted, “This sucks!” I laughed and said, “Yeah, it really does!” He then scooped me off the counter into his arms, carried me into the bedroom and we finished things off the tried-and-true way.
OK, your turn! 🙂