....I kissed a girl....and I liked it. O.k., that was random but it's the song playing right now.
I was missing this, thinking on that, and pondering some other things....when it occurred to me....I might ask Ms. Lilith if she would consent to seeing me. After what seemed an eternity, came the email reply....yes. I do this so infrequently, I'm embarassed a bit when I go Merling and listen to the various exploits of the rest of the bunch. I kind of just shut up and listen. They're a good crew.
So....I will add my two bits in here. I walked in, was invited by the receptionist down to the room, and sat by myself with a major hangover from Saturday night foolishness. Radiohead is playing. I'm thinking, nice choice of tunes. And growing slightly nervous but nothing beyond the first meeting anticipatory excitement. Actually, that's a lie, I met Lilith over a beer in the dead of winter. I knew what I was up against. So says the fool....
As this is a review board, a review is in order. So, I'll do that in logical and pointform fashion.
1. Does Lilith know what she's doing? I haven't a fucking clue if she does or doesn't. But she surely knows how to get what she wants. She is delightfully and quietly insistent about that.
2. Did I enjoy myself? Absolutely.
3. Did she do what she said she would? Well, given that she won't accept a prescripted session (she has an abhorrence for scripts....ooooo....i adore anyone who knows abhor....), I can't really answer that...since she promised nothing. What I can say is that she made the inquiries about my dislikes, likes, fantasies, and absolute limits. She worked in, with aplomb, all of the items that I replied with. And, did so with a smile and a laugh.
Fuck the point form stuff. Memories are washing over me. I get back home, the ex mistress turned sub hands me a beer...."so, tell me all about it" My first reply is...."well, it was fun"....and not a lot more. I'm decompressing.
I am a bit of a private individual. And, that's a flaw of mine. I find that when I open up to people, they open up right back. Including even sillier or more embarassing stories than the one I might have been afraid to initially relate. Or, they judge. But, then they don't fall into the friend category. I reserve the right to make mistakes and fully expect to do so again...and again....and again.
Was Lilith a mistake? Absolutely not. She was some pretty fucking cool shit. I had a wonderful time. Thank you for agreeing to see me Lilith.
most respectfully,
eddie.
I was missing this, thinking on that, and pondering some other things....when it occurred to me....I might ask Ms. Lilith if she would consent to seeing me. After what seemed an eternity, came the email reply....yes. I do this so infrequently, I'm embarassed a bit when I go Merling and listen to the various exploits of the rest of the bunch. I kind of just shut up and listen. They're a good crew.
So....I will add my two bits in here. I walked in, was invited by the receptionist down to the room, and sat by myself with a major hangover from Saturday night foolishness. Radiohead is playing. I'm thinking, nice choice of tunes. And growing slightly nervous but nothing beyond the first meeting anticipatory excitement. Actually, that's a lie, I met Lilith over a beer in the dead of winter. I knew what I was up against. So says the fool....
As this is a review board, a review is in order. So, I'll do that in logical and pointform fashion.
1. Does Lilith know what she's doing? I haven't a fucking clue if she does or doesn't. But she surely knows how to get what she wants. She is delightfully and quietly insistent about that.
2. Did I enjoy myself? Absolutely.
3. Did she do what she said she would? Well, given that she won't accept a prescripted session (she has an abhorrence for scripts....ooooo....i adore anyone who knows abhor....), I can't really answer that...since she promised nothing. What I can say is that she made the inquiries about my dislikes, likes, fantasies, and absolute limits. She worked in, with aplomb, all of the items that I replied with. And, did so with a smile and a laugh.
Fuck the point form stuff. Memories are washing over me. I get back home, the ex mistress turned sub hands me a beer...."so, tell me all about it" My first reply is...."well, it was fun"....and not a lot more. I'm decompressing.
I am a bit of a private individual. And, that's a flaw of mine. I find that when I open up to people, they open up right back. Including even sillier or more embarassing stories than the one I might have been afraid to initially relate. Or, they judge. But, then they don't fall into the friend category. I reserve the right to make mistakes and fully expect to do so again...and again....and again.
Was Lilith a mistake? Absolutely not. She was some pretty fucking cool shit. I had a wonderful time. Thank you for agreeing to see me Lilith.
most respectfully,
eddie.
