This past weekend, I went with Wolfgang to the Everything To Do With Sex Show. It was the first time that I met him for something other than than the initial cup of coffee I have with everyone, or a playdate. We did play a little, and I still shared a bed with him, but it was very light play and nothing was planned. It was nice to hang out as “just friends.”
We walked around a bit, looking at the various booths and attractions. There was one that caught my attention in particular, a body painting booth. I made an innocent little comment along the lines of “Hey, that looks cool,” and before I knew it, Wolfie was talking to the artist, asking how much it would cost for me to have my body painted. I spazzed a little, telling him no, that I did not want to, and that I was going to kill him. He did not care. We walked around a little more, until we found an ATM, where Wolfie took out some money for my body art.
We walked back to the booth and picked out a design – a dark corset with white lacing, and waited for the artist, Joshua Mayhem, to finish with another client. I was nervous at first, but as soon as he started talking to me, I knew I was going to be okay.
I am extremely ticklish. It was quite difficult for me to stay still, as I bit back giggles and held my breath. Eventually, there were people standing and watching as I got my body paint, some even taking pictures. I must admit, I liked it. I am a camera whore, and I am proud.
Photo Credit: Wes Harkness
I was sitting there for about an hour, and over that time, I managed to meet some old friends, as well as some people whom I had been meaning to meet for a while. First, it was Sir and Miss. They stopped by to watch and talk with Wolfgang. I had called them earlier and told them about Wolfie’s brilliant idea to paint my body, and they decided to pop by and visit. Then, soon after Wolfgang, Sir and Miss had started talking, a short man with a friendly smile popped over. It took me all of two seconds to realise who he was. The conversation went something like:
“Are you….?”
“Yes, yes I am. It’s finally nice to meet you!”
I had been talking to Wes for about 10 months and we had been trying to arrange a meeting, Unfortunately, because of our busy schedules, it was difficult to find a time to meet. Standing in front of me was a man with crazy hair, holding a camera, and grinning broadly. He was exactly how I imagined he would be – maybe a little shorter than I thought. We started talking, he snapped some pictures, and went over to meet Wolfganng, Sir and Miss.
Shortly after, Darren, a play partner from my earlier days of exploration came around and said hi. Just seeing everyone there in one place got me high. It was interesting to see what a small world it is out there, in terms of the BDSM and Kink community. At the same time, it was nice to see everyone in one place, unplanned.
I posed for a couple more pictures against a black background, and then spent the rest of the day topless. I was strangely comfortable without my shirt on. The reactions I got when people saw my lovely work of art were definitely worth it. I got everything from a tame “Is that paint?!” to a woman with her mouth gaping open, staring in awe. It is certainly something I would consider doing again.
Wolfgang and I walked around some more before heading out to have dinner with Sir and Miss. We enjoyed a lovely Japanese dinner, food that i have been craving for a while now, as they got to know each other. Shortly after that, I grabbed my things out of Wolfie’s car, transferred them over to Sir and Miss’s car, gave Wolfie one last hug, and then went home with Sir and Miss.
When we arrived at their home, I went through my normal routine of kneeling by the stairs, waiting for Sir or Miss to allow me to get up. Soon after, I was posing for a few more pictures of my body painting. I really enjoy having pictures taken of me; but only kinky or sex-related pictures. In my vanilla life, I am a little bit camera shy. I think it has a lot to do with the kinky community and how I find that they are a lot less judgemental.
When we were done with the body paint, I went upstairs to take a shower. After I had finished, I came down to find Sir and Miss snuggled in bed. With permission, I joined them and had some nice cuddle time. The thing is, cuddle time does not always stay as cuddle time. I started to touch Miss, starting at her hands and moving up to the shoulders, and then slowly, and very carefully, to her breasts. She twitched away at first, so I moved my hand back to her shoulder; but soon after, I found my hands back to where they had been; on Miss’s breasts.
Through the entire time, Miss was clutching her nipples, protecting them from my hands. I understood her nervousness, and made an effort to keep a distance between my fingers and her nipples. After Sir had reassured her and held her tighter, she slowly moved her hands away from her nipples, allowing me to touch more. I played and played with them, running my fingers over the lightly, pinching them, twisting them. Miss’s moans and gasps of pleasure were music to my ears. I gained pleasure from giving her pleasure. It was quite a magical feeling.
After a little while, Miss made a comment about how hard Sir was getting, and also about how she wanted to suck his cock. I watched, as she moved down to Sir’s cock, sucking it greedily and with passion. I could see the sparkle in her eyes as she gave him pleasure. I also thought about how much I craved cock. It had been two weeks since I had sucked on a cock, and I was hungry for it; no, I was starving.
I guess it was the energy I was giving off, because before I knew it, Miss asked me if I wanted to suck it. I did. I did desperately. I begged and pleaded with her, hoping that it would be enough. I told her how long it had been since I had sucked a cock, how much I needed it, how much of a cock whore I was. I even said that I’d suck it, even though her spit was already on it. That last sentence had let me win. She handed me Sir’s cock and told me to go ahead.
It was amazing.
Not only because I was craving cock, but because Miss had decided to share Sir’s cock with me. I knew it was hard for her; and though I had really wanted it, I was expecting to have to wait a lot longer. The fact that she let me have it last Saturday absolutely made my day. I licked Sir’s cock, slowly, up and down his shaft. Slowly, I wrapped my lips around his “little” cock, going deeper and deeper into my mouth. A couple times, I even made him twitch; though I do not know exactly what I did to get that result. I kept trying to go deeper and deeper, but I just could not get over my gag reflex. I continued until I was tired, and then asked permission to stop.
I took my place on one side of Sir, snuggling into his body heat, smiling about the day. It was funny, everything that had made the day so good had not been planned. I had not planned on getting my body painted. I had not planned on meeting everyone I met. We had not planned on any playtime, yet it was one of the times where I felt most connected to both Sir and Miss.
I suppose some of the best things in life are not planned. I have always gone through life with somewhat of a plan. iCal is one of the first applications that opens on my computer every morning. I have a set routine I follow for each day of the week. I have a plan for my education, a plan for my career, and even plans for things outside of my career. I even come up with plans on the spot when I need to. My life runs like clockwork, in a constant tempo; the hands, ticking evenly and never missing a beat. But sometimes it’s nice to break the routine, interrupt the clockwork, and embrace the spontaneity life offers.
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