Sexuality Happens

I have one more public place to add to my bedpost of public places I’ve done sexual things. I can now, in good conscious, add the airport.

A friend of mine from Philly (former roller girl, and my massage therapist post-accident) was flying to Portland for Roller Derby Nationals, and had a stop over in Denver. Conveniently enough, I was flying out of DIA the same day…actually, at the exact same time.  We decided to meet for breakfast.

This girl is hot. She’s tall, fierce, and a hot Femme. She was the one who through a guy into a table when a bunch of them stood in front of my exit at a bar.  As a matter of a fact, she used to be a pro-domme…and I’ve always wanted to play with her, but with the whole “massage therapist/client” relationship we had, it would have been awkward. And possibly creepy.

But now she lives in Philly. And I live in Denver. And she’s not my massage therapist any more. So….

I got through security, with very few issues (other than the line I was going in having the x-ray machine break down), hopped on the train, and went to meet her for breakfast.  Over Fry Bread French Toast (me) and a Buffalo Sandwich (her), we caught up…talked about kink, talked about relationships and hook ups, talked about derby.  And then she pulled out her quart sized back of travel sized products.  Wanna take a guess as to what was all mixed in with the shampoo, tooth paste and lotion?

18 gauge medical needles.  Yup.  And here I was, thinking I’d been all sneaky, getting away with nipple clamps in my purse.  Luckily, I’d done my research. I’d found out about as lesser used, not as crowded bathroom. We were in a hurry in order to make our flights, but we scurried to the bathroom, snuck into the handicapped stall, and she sterilized her hands, and then my back as soon as I took my shirt off.

Carefully, she inserted them into my back.  The first one was on the right, and was fabulous.

The second was on the left, and just like when K pierced me, it hurt far more. The bathroom wasn’t empty, so I was whispering “fuck fuck fuck” under my breath.  Then she took some pictures, because if you’re going to do something like this, you know you need pictures!

Then she took out the needles, recapped them (hey, we may be kinky perverts but we’re smart about things), cleaned the holes up a bit, and I got dressed again.  We hugged, took the train to each of our concourses, and said good bye.

I’d love to really play with her sometime. I think we’re really well matched as a top and bottom…maybe I’ll go visit Philly, or she’ll want to come see Western Regionals next year in Denver. Who knows?

Regardless…how many people can say that they’ve played in an airport? (I mean, other than senators from conservative states?) I feel pretty self satisfied :)

-Essin’ Em