...or, at least, not that I remember. Which kind of fits exactly what happened here. First a bit of set up....I am off for 4 days in a row....unheard of during the summer silly season but welcome all the same. Day 1...I have a visit lined up with Miss Jasmine from Vancouver....it's the second time I have seen her so I'm not so nervous as I would have been on the first.
It goes stunningly well and meets/exceeds expectations. Plenty of commentary on her down in the BDSM section so no point in repeating it here.
I kind of float out of the hotel on a lovely mid afternoon in August...yes Edmonton can get those days...and I believe we may appreciate them all the more for their rarity and/or shortness. In any event, I usually walk/bike downtown from my place and as I'm crossing the road...there is a cab...."you free?"..."yep"...."good, take me home please"....and he does so.
On the way uptown I get to thinking....I wouldn't mind a post event beer...and direct him to drop me at the neighbourhood pub. Sigh. It goes very well....I know a few people....we start playing some pool....I'm having fun and the beers just keep flowing.
I have to interrupt this here...simply to point out something that is kind of funny but a result of the Miss J visit....at one point, I am tied face down on the bed...and she inquires..."are you o.k. with a few marks?...no g/f or wife to worry about?"....I smartass reply...."oh, do you mean that you are going to mark me with a pencil or something?"....next thing I know...there is an odd scratching on my ass...I ask..."may I turn to look"..."sure" comes the answer....she is writing...."Miss Jasmine was here"...fuck, that was funny...I would say that I'll never wash that ass cheek again but that would be just gross. She did, still mark my ass with that paddle thingy....but that's a definite aside. She's fun.
So, I am enjoying myself at the pub. I live somewhat close to downtown in a funky little area that can run a bit sketchy at times but has a lot of interesting and cool people contained within it. The beers are flowing and the games are going. It's Elvis night at the pub!....
As near as I can piece together.....on about 10 p.m. some chick offers to walk me home...I say....sure...and so we go. Apparently....I made her chicken, perogies, and corn for something to eat. I have no recollection of that. She also, apparently, started out sleeping in my bed but when I woke up Sunday morning she was on the couch with one of my pillows. I was like...."who the hell is this?"....I still don't recall the answer...I think her name is mary. I didn't want to be so rude as to inquire.
I make a breakfast omelette...she says...."no need, I never eat breakfast"...I make it anyway....serve it up...she eats it. "Was I a gentleman?"...."yes, perfectly so"...."phew, thank you"
It gets a bit uncomfortable now...and I am definitely wanting my own space back. I am checking my body....I think I have broken the small toe on my left foot...I have a deep bruise on my right hip...and have definitely taken a whack to my left rib cage along with a scrape mark on the inside of my right elbow. All marks consistent with a lovely stumble home.
She knows time is time...and I am appreciative of that. I know she hasn't seen the marks on my ass....and she knows that I am happy as a bachelor....and she will respect all that. She says, maybe I'll call drop by for coffee this afternoon?...I say..."sure"....she doesn't...so, she knows. And, for that I am grateful.
That's about it. I guess I should pose a question for reaction....ummm....how many of you have had such a complete breakdown in self discipline as this?....lol...even though I am smiling and laughing at the entire sequence...it was fun!...in an odd way. At least, nobody got hurt.
kindest regards,
eddie.
It goes stunningly well and meets/exceeds expectations. Plenty of commentary on her down in the BDSM section so no point in repeating it here.
I kind of float out of the hotel on a lovely mid afternoon in August...yes Edmonton can get those days...and I believe we may appreciate them all the more for their rarity and/or shortness. In any event, I usually walk/bike downtown from my place and as I'm crossing the road...there is a cab...."you free?"..."yep"...."good, take me home please"....and he does so.
On the way uptown I get to thinking....I wouldn't mind a post event beer...and direct him to drop me at the neighbourhood pub. Sigh. It goes very well....I know a few people....we start playing some pool....I'm having fun and the beers just keep flowing.
I have to interrupt this here...simply to point out something that is kind of funny but a result of the Miss J visit....at one point, I am tied face down on the bed...and she inquires..."are you o.k. with a few marks?...no g/f or wife to worry about?"....I smartass reply...."oh, do you mean that you are going to mark me with a pencil or something?"....next thing I know...there is an odd scratching on my ass...I ask..."may I turn to look"..."sure" comes the answer....she is writing...."Miss Jasmine was here"...fuck, that was funny...I would say that I'll never wash that ass cheek again but that would be just gross. She did, still mark my ass with that paddle thingy....but that's a definite aside. She's fun.
So, I am enjoying myself at the pub. I live somewhat close to downtown in a funky little area that can run a bit sketchy at times but has a lot of interesting and cool people contained within it. The beers are flowing and the games are going. It's Elvis night at the pub!....
As near as I can piece together.....on about 10 p.m. some chick offers to walk me home...I say....sure...and so we go. Apparently....I made her chicken, perogies, and corn for something to eat. I have no recollection of that. She also, apparently, started out sleeping in my bed but when I woke up Sunday morning she was on the couch with one of my pillows. I was like...."who the hell is this?"....I still don't recall the answer...I think her name is mary. I didn't want to be so rude as to inquire.
I make a breakfast omelette...she says...."no need, I never eat breakfast"...I make it anyway....serve it up...she eats it. "Was I a gentleman?"...."yes, perfectly so"...."phew, thank you"
It gets a bit uncomfortable now...and I am definitely wanting my own space back. I am checking my body....I think I have broken the small toe on my left foot...I have a deep bruise on my right hip...and have definitely taken a whack to my left rib cage along with a scrape mark on the inside of my right elbow. All marks consistent with a lovely stumble home.
She knows time is time...and I am appreciative of that. I know she hasn't seen the marks on my ass....and she knows that I am happy as a bachelor....and she will respect all that. She says, maybe I'll call drop by for coffee this afternoon?...I say..."sure"....she doesn't...so, she knows. And, for that I am grateful.
That's about it. I guess I should pose a question for reaction....ummm....how many of you have had such a complete breakdown in self discipline as this?....lol...even though I am smiling and laughing at the entire sequence...it was fun!...in an odd way. At least, nobody got hurt.
kindest regards,
eddie.
