A Place To Draw Blood Laughing

This post will be a quick link-fest and some notes on our new toys.

Yesterday May and I recorded a preliminary version of our presentation for The Floating World on sexual teasing and denial on the podcast Kink On Tap. Today we had a lovely time revistiting this topic with Tom Allen as our special guest chasitity expert extraordinaire. We touch on intimacy, relationship dynamics and social kink friendly settings as well as asking Tom all sorts of devilishly revealing questions about chastity play.

Last weekend one of my favorite couples in the world lent us their couch and mattress in a simply killer apartment in Beacon Hill. They also fed us on beer and fish in an outdoor restaurant overlooking the river, and hosted an impromtu cake and champagne evening with Calico and the Boston boy. (I can see how that pseudonym is going to get confusing. I might rename him.)

We went to Boston for the Boston Fetish Flea. I will probably take a bit more time to write my impressions about this event out. But as an overview: a small crowd, but high quaity and with some terrific vendors. Extreme crossover between subcultures that is not echoed in the New York scene at all, as well as an obviously interlinked group of organizations. The occasional strange, funny, or uncomfortable moment. (Yep. It’s still the scene.) We met a large number of people I regret not having a chance to get to know better. (Hello, Monica, hello Jason. Hello LC and Mark, and all participants of our morning dim sum crowd. Hello Kaz, hello Roland. You’re all very hot. I would like personalized versions of Kaz’s hair and Monica’s shoes.)

We spent money. I pretended we weren’t going to, but really, that was silly. I suprised May with a 30-foot length of hand-worked hemp from Rainbow Rope. The appeal of hemp rope didn’t click for me until I had this in my hands. It’s like holding a length of buttery hay. (That doesn’t sound appealing at all, come to think of it.) May bought me a beautiful silver charm necklace of a kneeling man, and we pounced on a cheap, solid spreader bar which is apparently made from airplane aluminum.

Those were the baby toys. We each dropped a bit more cash on presents for ourselves, things a little bit closer to heart. May made a special order for a 4-foot snake whip from David of Coyote Whips. He was very nice, makes great products, and said he could tell “we were whip people.”

And then I saw, conducted a love affair with, and eventually took home a new njoy. It is a beautifully designed, solid stainless steel pound and a half of orgasmic fun.

To wrap this up, I would like you all to know that I intend to get these three pounds of orgasmic fun for May’s Christmas gift this year. I have already told him this. I believe his response was to wiggle.

Just as a quick note.

The bruise that was the size of a walnut is now the size of a small egg. It extends from the first knuckle of the middle finger to the center of the back of my right hand. Another bruise I hadn’t noticed before has popped up, just below my wrist bone, an inch or so around and the color of red wood. And on my left forearm the bruise from the piercing on Thursday night is sprawling big and blue, like a deep sea creature.

They are beautiful.