Sexuality Happens

Last weekend, I took L and her friend to the local L3 Fetish party. I wore a lovely lace bustier, some black latex body paint (review to follow in the next week or two), grey heels, and a sexy leather tennis skirt.

Fetish clothing is tricky.  Latex outfits are ridiculously hard to get in (and out) of. I was planning on doing a fire cupping scene with Ms. S while there, so I wanted my back mostly exposed, and easy access to my ass and legs. Ergo, I wore a low back bustier, and this leather skirt.

My beef with the leather skirt? Ok, so I have an ass. It’s just true. It’s not a very big ass, no, no, I can’t see anyone calling me out for having junk in my trunk. However, it’s there.  This skirt has no ass room. I just doesn’t allow for my ass to have space. It rides up a lot in the back. I can barely walk without my ass cheeks hanging out, none the less sit, skip, bend over slightly, etc. While this might be great for something only to be worn to fetish parties, I have to say that I was pretty frustrated that this issue relegated this skirt to only fetish/kink parties, and that I couldn’t wear it out to a club, etc, without my ass hanging out.  Here is a picture of what I’m talking about:

Yes, I am wearing underwear. You just can’t see it.  But see – I’m not bent over much at all, and my whole ass is hanging out for the world to see. Otherwise, the skirt is fun, it fits well, and I got many compliments on it. I just wish it was a tad longer in the back. I hate that about skirts…except for this one skirt I bought at Torrid years ago that is like 3″ longer in the back, so when worn, everything is the right length.

Anyways, we went to this party.  L’s friend walked in, and I explained where we were going. He looked me up and down. “Leather, lace and latex…but no sex toys. What exactly is your fetish?” I laughed, and told him “Wait till you see L. She IS my fetish.”  It didn’t make any sense until she walked out of her bedroom.

Meeeeeeow! I have such a thing about ties, and hot damn, does L pull them off well. God, I could have jumped her right there. Except we’re friends. Being friends. But all I wanted to do that very second was take her right back into the bedroom, throw her on the bed (maybe tie her to it) and taunt and tease her for hours. Instead, we drove through the snow and ice to the party.

Once there, L ask me if I’d own her for the night, so that she didn’t have to deal with other people. She was nervous. When we got inside, this ridiculously hot submissive side came out of her.  She let me pull her around by her tie. Like this:

I started out by introducing L and her friend to some of my friend who were there. They seemed mesmerized by the fire play that Ms. S was doing.  I introduced them to her, and she did a little demo on both of them. L seemed to really like it. Then I got fire cupped, and L even got to put a few cups on me all by herself.

Then Ms S introduced L to some electrical play.  Ms S held it, touched L, and then had L run her hands all over me arms and back. I almost came. Dear god, I love fire/temp/sensation/electric pay.  When we were done with that, I asked L to get me a drink. She had all the details down, even asking if I wanted ice.  Half-jokingly, I asked her to get me a plate with three pretzels and one and a half handfuls of nuts. I went to sit down, and she brought me exactly what I asked for, then crouching at my feet. I was slightly stunned, but pleasantly pleased.

On a total side note, Q told me the other day how much she likes it when I top her. And her is L, kneeling in front of me.  A year ago, I identified 100% as a submissive, and with the exception of bottoming at a few parties, and the occasional times I bottomed to F, I haven’t subbed to anyone since K last May.  Am I going to be a top at this point next year?

After eating and drinking, a friend of mine (who played with Sasha Sappho last year at Thunder) did a punching scene with me up against a St. Andrew’s cross. He is one of the few cisgender guys I have played with, as there are very few I feel comfortable with. However, it was lots of fun…and when “In the Hall of the Mountain King” came on, we both burst into laughter at the same time.  Granted, I pushed my body a bit far.  A massage, a car accident, fire cupping and a punching scene all in 12 hours was probably not the best plan…but hey, it was all fun (except the car accident).  

L and her friend and I sat for a bit more. I necked a cute lady for a slice of her birthday cake…also getting red lipstick all over her. It was kind of hot. And then, we headed home.

I’m so confused about L. Part of me wants to be very good, and just try to be the best friend that I can be. I love having her in my life. She’s fun and funny and smart and interesting.  I don’t want to mess up our friendship. But there is a small part of me that just wants to play and kiss and lick and suck and tease and hit and and and.  And I don’t think it would mess up our friendship. I think we communicate far too much for that. So we’ll see where that goes.

That’s all.

-Essin’ Em