So last Tuesday I went back to the Sex in that City all girls munch. And I had a really good time. It was not cliquey at all this time. In fact it seemed like everyone make a concerted effort to move around, play musical chairs so they could talk to everyone, to be friendly and funny and outrageous.
The location was still a little difficult… the music a bit too loud… but I wonder if they didn’t turn it up when one of the girls started talking about her fetishes. It was delightful… how she liked to be a strict nun (latex nun outfit??). But then she got to talking to another “nun fetishist” who thought it would just take it right over the top if you mixed in some scat play… it was hilarious to listen to this lady’s shock at the suggestion. And she was talking loud enough for me to hear… and if I could hear… /giggles.
The bar has this munchy good snack… for only $2 you can get several huge hunks of chewy French bread and a dish of EVOO and herby vinegar to dip into. It is almost a half a loaf of bread. I love bread and I love olive oil. I was in heaven. I could nurse a glass of red for over an hour and mow down on nummy goodness.
I felt surprisingly comfortable. I did not completely shut down or talk too much or reveal too much… other than perhaps whispering that I was pretty late because Master demanded a “goodbye blowjob” that took a freakin’ forty-five minutes and jeebus… was my mouth was tired. (He did do that… I swear he was holding back to make me late… and to see how long I could keep going.) (Or maybe he was deliberately skull fucking me into a puddle of tears, snot and slobber so I would not be too nervous???)
So I do think I will go back… no… I am sure I will go back. Next time I think I will try to actually remember someone’s name. Was it Mookie… Moon Key… Monkey? Something like that.
And when I got home… I got a truly awesome bedtime spanking… all naked and squirmy on the bed… then tucked in and a good night kiss on the forehead.
It was a good evening.