I Was Naked When I Wrote This
Posted on June 22nd, 2008 in Carnal Confessions, Does All Her Own Stunts, Emotional Angst, Life List, Made In Ontario, Mating And Relating, Reading Is Sexy, Tie Me Up
I don’t bruise easily. This is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, I rarely have to give up wearing tank tops (which are a staple of my wardrobe) nor do I have to explain unusual markings to friends, family, or children. On the other hand, the moon-shaped red welts which had graced my upper arms, shoulders, neck, and collar bone last night when I arrived home, have now faded away.
Varick’s teeth, only a short time before, had left these unique ‘brands’ on my skin while I whimpered and panted in his lap.
While I’d been preparing my offering for the pot luck, earlier that day, Varick had called to enquire into what time I’d planned to leave. I told him that I was going to head there early so that I would have time to set up the fountain and melt all the chocolate. He mentioned hoping we could car pool, since he’s on my way. We discussed where to meet up, since I’d not been to his house, and then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
“Well…I was hoping you’d stop by the house to pick me up so that I can lure you inside and have my way with you before we go to the party.”
How could I possibly turn him down?
He gave me directions to his place, and after packing up everything I needed, I was off! I found his place without incident. He rents at this really amazing place out of town. The yard is incredible, with fountains and trees and flowers everywhere. The house is one of those big old rambling homes, overlooking a meadow. His room is very nice, giant windows and plenty of room. He’s a book whore, like me, they were piled everywhere. Mostly fantasy novels, which I poked through with curiosity. I asked him if he’d loan me one that he thought I would like, since I’ve never been much for non-fiction. He rooted through a stack or two and then handed me a big thick paperback. It’s called Fulgrim by Graham McNeill and it looks pretty alright. I’m willing to give it a read anyway.
Since I’d arrived just as he was stepping out of the shower, he was still getting dressed while we’d had this little exchange about the book. After I’d tucked it into my purse, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
“Did you miss me?” I asked, grinning and tilting my head to one side. He just chuckled and nipped my nose.
“What do you think?” and he pushed his pelvis up against mind and I could feel his rigid cock through his boxers.
He playfully backed me up against his bed and then pushed me down onto it. He layed down beside me and we kissed and cuddled and groped each other.
“Really we should get going you know” I said, trying my very hardest to be serious while he nibbled and kissed his way down one side of me neck. He replied by slipping his hand under my skirt and brushing his finger tips over the inside of my thighs and then between my legs.
The party would just have to wait
He managed to coax two orgasms out of me and came in my mouth over the course of the next half hour. I’d go into detail but then I’d never get the rest of the story told, hee hee.
Finally we gathered ourselves up and dashed to the grocery store to pick up his contribution to the potluck, which was corn on the cob. He held my hand in the store, and not just that barely-hanging-on-only-doing-it-out-of-obligation hand hold, but a finger-laced and really meaning it holding hands. I liked that, as you can tell.
We got a lot of corn, LOL, way more than we needed as it turned out, but no matter. When we arrived at Deja’s, and hour and a half later than I’d originally planned, she just laughed and gave us a rough time.
Varick and I curled up on the couch for a little while while other guests arrived. It was a pleasure meeting some of Deja’s other friends, all of them kinksters. It’s such a wonderful and unique experience being in a room with other people, and not having to watch what you say in terms of BDSM or even poly. I enjoy it a great deal.
I set up the fountain and Deja and her house girl helped me get it working correctly. The fountain was a huge hit, everyone was very impressed and there was chocolate being licked off cheeks, chins, noses, and fingers.
Deja suggested we watch a movie before supper got started, and she put in an indie film that was made here in Canada, called Walk All Over Me. Leave it to Deja to find even the most obscure movie about BDSM. Varick laid on my chest for the duration of the film, which actually wasn’t terrible, although I did cringe a lot with embarrassment for the leading actress, who just seemed to have nothing but bad luck.
When the movie was over, we all sat down around the table and ate supper together. There was plenty of laughing and great conversation. Everyone there, except for me, is going to a 5 day kinky camp out in July. Unfortunately, due to timing, I can’t attend, much to my disappointment (and Varick’s of course). However, it was exciting to hear about, and I’ve made reservations for Varick and I at Forbidden in August, so I can’t complain TOO loudly.
At one point he pressed his forehead against mine and made a comment about how he wishes I was coming with him. He promised to learn all sorts of new things (there are a ton of workshops going on there) which he could then do to me when given the chance.
When our bellies were full we adjourned to the dungeon to watch Deja do a fireplay scene with a Dom/sub couple at the party. Basically he (the Dom) wanted to learn more, and Deja has been trained by one of the finest and most respected tops in the area. The rest of us mingled at the door quietly while preparations were made and the scene got underway.
It was marvelous and a little nerve wracking to watch them. I can only imagine how it feels to lay there, naked and blindfolded, while someone paints on you with alcohol and then lights it on fire. I quiver at the thought, but I want to experience that some day. Varick wants to learn, and I’d be willing to let him try on me, with Deja’s supervision of course. Jack feels rather uncomfortable with this however, so Deja suggested that he and I come to her place sometime, just the two of us, and she can show him in person, to see if that puts his mind at ease. I’m hopeful I’ll be able to coax him into doing that at least, even if he still says no, so that I can cross fireplay off the bucket list at any rate.
We left the players to their scene and wandered back downstairs. Varick sat down in this over-sized chair and then had me sit down in front of him. I leaned back into his chest and we cuddled there for quite some time.
Deja came down with her violet wand and did a short scene with one of the male subs in attendance. He’d never had the wand before, and he seemed to enjoy it very much.
It was getting later into the night, and I was completely relaxed, snuggled up in Varick’s arms, listening to the others bantering. He nuzzled my shoulder with his cheek, and then I felt his teeth. I did my best to whimper quietly while he very slowly, very deliberately bit down harder. Then he relaxed, ever so slightly, only to clamp down again. The pain was sharp, intense, and then over as quickly as it had begun.
He repeated this process, many times over, making me gasp and pant, while trying to be still and quiet about it.
It would seem I have a real thing for biting.
Before the night was thru I had his teeth marks all over me.
Later, not long before we left, he had me stand in the middle of the room, with my hands behind my head, while he spanked me. My rear was sore the next day, even though he hadn’t carried on for more than a few minutes. There was no warm up, just that wonderful stinging heat.
At around 3am we took our leave, thanking Deja for a wonderful time and then hauling ourselves out to the truck. We talked a lot on the drive back to his house. Most of it was intensely personal, so I’m not going to share it here, but lets say Varick and I are a lot the same. Slow to trust, even slower to allow anyone into the confines of those places we keep secret. Neither of us feel particularly comfortable being vulnerable with other people (especially each other at this early stage). He expects the worst from people, and I can’t fault him that, I used to think that way too. He has some pretty deep emotional wounds, and I don’t expect he’ll really open himself up to me unless I’m willing to stick it out for a long haul.
One of the unfortunate drawbacks to the place where he is renting, is that he’s not permitted overnight guests. Basically, the homeowner has a ton of nice stuff, which he doesn’t want stolen/broken/etc. Also, he’s trying to avoid having ‘guests’ practically squatting at his place for periods of time under the guise of visiting any of the boarders. I can understand that, even though it really sucked when I wanted nothing more than to spend the night there with Varick (he was equally irritated).
After a goodbye ‘quickie’ he wished me a goodnight, promised to see me later in the week, and went inside. I drove back to my place, crawled in to bed with Jack, and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
There’s more to discuss as far as Varick goes, but for now I’ll leave it at this. I’m quite exhausted and I feel like the last four paragraphs are kind of disjointed as is. I’m off to bed, and I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!