make me purr

hey, guess what, I chat on blogs with a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a lady who knows Paul Farmer.  also thought I’d mention Garrison Keillor.

That is all.

No, it’s not.  I discovered last night that I know someone who knows someone who knows the Peter Pan guy (from teh interweb fame). Weird.

The only thing hot and throbbing and pounding right now is my head. Yeah – got one of those !@# headaches. I’ll live, though – but whether or not everyone else around here does is still kinda up for debate. As long as I have a clear path to the chocolate, everything will be ok.

That is all.

Yeah, ok, I’m allowed to bitch and moan a little now and again. Some of my friends have been bragging about their various conquests lately, and here I am in a relationship. Who’da thunk it – that I would eventually be brought to my knees by someone – anyone – and give up my roaming and carousing ways for life of domestic bliss? “You’ve been tamed” they’re telling me. I have to agree. I do love her, and even though she’s been busy with work for a while now, too busy to pounce on me like a ravenous beastie, I can deal. I have a selection of toys to take care of things until she has time for me again.

However, I can’t control my dreams. Last night I had yet another dream about sex. My memory of it now is a bit jumbled and chaotic, but it was something of a punk bodice-ripper.  When I woke up I was damp, and I laid there and finished myself off. 

My birthday is coming up. I need some new toys. The ones I have are getting worn out….

*sigh*

Why, oh why am I deluged with spam comments? There’s even one on my prom post that I can’t seem to get to to delete!!!

*headdesk*

and I have plenty of stories to share, I’m just getting sick of so. much. spam.   …. and no other comments. *coughcausticjcough*

We went out Saturday night, and while searching for a parking spot we saw some kids wandering around in formalwear. The boys were in tuxes, looking a little stiff, and the girls were so pretty in their dresses.  Just seeing them took me back…

I went to a lot of formal dances in high school.  I even had fun at most of them. I loved dressing up - still do. Halfway though my senior year, my boyfriend surprised me by asking me to the winter dance. This really was a surprise – he had the habit of neglecting to ask me to other dances, or even breaking up with me temporarily to get out of going. I found a beautiful blue dress. I thought I looked like Snow White in it.

We double-dated with another couple, and went out for dinner. I don’t remember the dinner, or even the dance – I was just on a cloud, so happy to be with him, feeling like a princess. At one point he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “My parents are gone for the weekend….” and gave me a knowing look.

We left and zipped over to his house. He led me in, holding my hand, and brought me up to his room. I had to laugh – he’d even cleaned his room. We kissed, and he tried to help me out of the dress. The zipper stuck, but it was down just far enough for me to wiggle out of it. He slid out of his tux and lowered me onto the bed. So romantic, even if there were still posters of his favorite bands tacked onto the walls. We started to mess around, cracked out a couple of condoms, and then…

well, you guessed it. He was a bit too eager, a bit too excited….

I managed to mop myself up fairly well, and when he dropped me off, my own parents didn’t notice (or didn’t say anything if they did) that my hair was a little bedraggled, and my dress zipper was stuck about 3/4 of the way up.

As some of you know, I’ve been off on vacation. Egypt is lovely, and I enjoyed roaming around the ancient temples and pyramids. Part of the trip involved taking a train from Cairo to Luxor.

The moon was nearly full as the group of us waited at the station for our train to come in. My girlfriend sat beside me on one of the few benches, with our lugagge piled in a heap at our feet. The locals, mostly men, stared and made a variety of amusing comments. Our heads weren’t covered, our shoulders were exposed, and some of us had low-cut shirts on. The evening warmth and the vague scent of the desert enveloped everything.  I pulled her close and whispered what I’d like to do to her once we were onboard. I’m pretty sure at least some of those things could have gotten us arrested had we been caught – or, as tourists, at least in some degree of trouble.

Once we got settled into our room, dinner was served. It wasn’t spectacular, but I had stashed a few granola bars in my backpack. We had a sleeper car, and while the beds weren’t really big enough for two people to sleep on, they were certainly big enough for two people to be intimate. While some of our group wandered off to the club car for weak drinks and dancing, we stayed in our room. She put on her black satin nightie with the ivory lace – my favorite, and I put on my new burgundy satin nightie. The rocking of the train in motion set a rhythm, and we spent the night watching the sand speed by the windows while our fingers were entangled between each other’s legs.