Panther Dreaming

I'll post a bit more... at length... about the end of Kittyboy's drunken toddler birthday party last night, because it ended on a good, if a bit of a hard left in terms of direction. One that involved me, several of the gang that stayed late who happen to be in the kinky persuasion, and Kittyboy getting spanked, caned, swatted and spanked with various toys. No one lost their clothes or anything. but note to self, if I have another party, I should clean up one of the upstairs rooms just in case more space is needed for swinging nasty things at willing people. :)

I might add that Kittyboy is still having some trouble sitting down after lil'bunny's Sir walloped him with one of his nastier implements. I'm inordinately amused by this. He just keeps wandering around the house with a wtf expression, rubbing his butt and going "ow." It's cute as hell.

More happened, but I'm still rolling it in my head a bit and not ready to post. Nothing major or bad, just... whoa. :)


After the party was kinda amazing as well. Needless to say I didn't get too much sleep last night. :) There may have been some #slowhead involved... (masteradept you'd best be laughing). But more on that later as well, maybe.

..One of these days when I dress up in my best little schoolgirl outfit I'm going to remember to get someone to take pictures BEFORE I'm pretty much ravished out of it. One of these days. Cause y'all know I'm a devotee of the pics or it didn't happen school of internet thought.

Also dressing up like that before Kittyboy comes home after a weekend away? well worth it for the look on his face when he first comes upstairs. There might have been a little scraping of jaw from floor necessitated.

I don't really like my plaid skirt though, mostly since my ass sticks out so much (weight loss for some reason exacerbates the natural bustle issue like whoa) so that the skirt doesn't hang evenly - pretty much it looks fine in the front, but rides up so much in the back that you can totally see the curve of my ass peeking out from under it. For some nefarious purposes this is fine, but I'd like something I can wear in public someday without instantly betraying to the world that I haven't bothered with the obligatory white cotton knickers.


In other news, I've noticed that Kittyboy seems to really like getting me off... it's fun listening to his breathing change when he can feel me cumming around his fingers. And there was a lot of fingers jammed up there last night, both in number of fingers and number of times. No, that was not a complaint.


In other other news, daddys_kitten_ posted about playing with this stuff and I'm VERY intrigued (and a little scared) by her experiences with it. Between the biting and one particularly memorable swat with an egyptian flail yesterday which caught me in the kittyspot (think where you would scratch a cat to make them go all elevator butt) its reminding me that it's been a while since I've had some medium to heavy pain play, both on the receiving and the giving end and now my head is full of nefariously terrible ideas. I'll let y'all know if anything develops in that direction...

I keep forgetting to write up the Athena's party I went to and its resultant hijinks. Course I don't have too too much to say other than royally enjoying being in a room full of friends who are also yummy curvy women being peddled sex toys and spa products by another yummy curvy women. *sigh* I'm kinda sad the market around here is so saturated for Athenas goddesses, I'd be one in a heartbeat. Me? go to people's houses with a suitcase of yummy smelling self-spoilage and sexy stuff and spend a couple of hours putting the shy at ease about their bodies and desires with silly/raunchy anecdotes? Um, yeah that's an unimaginable line of work for me, lol, I'd not be good at that at ALL. Ah well, if for some reason I move away, maybe. Meantime I sit and comtemplate the woeful state of my toy/sexy stuff collection, which I haven't updated or added to much in the past few years owing to lack of money, disinterest, and health drama.

Still, I do have one rather delicious aftermath of the party, other than the Amazon's soon to be husband stiking dramatic poses and saying "PENIS" with a delightfully hilarious lisp. During the party the Goddess had me wander off and try something called "Tasty Twist" which is a little bit of creme with menthol in it made to taste delicious and, um, stimulate whatever area you put it on (in my case, right on my clit). Oh my. That stuff is delightfully squirm inducing. My roommate, seeing how much I enjoyed that little bit of torture, graciously unearthed an unopened jar of it she had left over from a different Athena's party and gave it to me for Kittyboy and I to play with. While it didn't seem to affect him as much as it did me, the fact that both of us smelled/tasted like vanilla frosting afterwards (indeed, I was still smelling it a day or so later long after the warm tinglies had worn off was amusingly delicious. Not to mention we did have some pretty delicious sex while using it.

Still, I do have a wish list a mile long, and will be keeping that particular goddess card around for a bit. I will be making a small order at the end of the week (paycheck providing), but will definitely be putting some aside for a larger order later in the spring. I've decided I want a twist and shout vibe finally - I had been spoiled on the battery operated ones since getting Fisher Price My First Wahl coil - and I am intrigued by the recommendation the Goddess had for this item called the Celebrator - said that it made her orgasm so hard she cried. Um... yeah okay, I could get behind that, lol. Plus I wouldn't mind having one of those jelly cock rings+bullet vibe combinations, since I love what cock rings do for Kittyboy, but he's not so okay about the chafing the two we've tried cause. In kinkier news, sportsheets sound incredibly fun >:) and I still want a couple of decent thwacky toys, like a pair of cowhide mop floggers.

But yeah, stuff to consider when I have my lovely little pipe dreams that tend to begin "Someday when I actually have money..."

I have recently rediscovered that I absolutely adore that position where I'm lying face down on my bed and Kittyboy's spearing whatever hole takes his fancy. Usually holding me down by my wrists or my neck while doing so. It's a little bit scary for me, since I'm pretty completely out of control at that point, but that's probably why I love it. May also have something to do with it being a rear entry position that lets him do horribly wonderful things to my neck, face and shoulders with his teeth while he's fucking me. Either way... *contented sigh*

I've been invited to a queer event at The Society with Ms. Viviane on Saturday night. I'm kind of excited about it, as I still haven't gotten a chance to check out the space... and according to Ms V. there are quite excellently cute girls there. Not to mention that erotic takedown workshop sounds super fun as well. Always good to have something besides tickling at one's disposal when tussling with a bratty boy who wrestled in high school. Plus it'll give me a way of venting off all that full moon energy since Kittyboy will be busy doing other stuff that night...

Mostly for my own edification really.

Really want to try to make it down for both the SYC and the WMPE munches in Northampton this month. I'm guessing the SYC one will happen around the 24th (it hasn't been posted) and the WMPE one is Wednesday the 27. WMPE is also having a Switch discussion thing down at the Society but I already know I really don't want to haul my ass all the hell way down to Hartford for it.

Doing the picture a day thing over in NormalJournal. Almost want to do something regular in this journal too, like once a month cheesecake of me or other volunteers for such things. *sigh* I just need to get back into practice of photographing people again. I didn't realize how much that aspect of my picture taking kinda suffered after I broke up with my former house, specifically Tyger. People THAT willing to strip down and have cameras pointed at them are really hard to find. I mean, there are a couple of ideas I'd love to use Kittyboy or the Lady for, though I seriously doubt they'd a) let me b) let me post them, lol. I'd ask daddys_kitten but considering she has Shyboy and her Daddy around all the time, I think I'd be intimidated. (not by they themselves, but they are either professional or significantly better photographers than I am.) And Pfil isn't usually up for such things, though she did just show me an album of professional cheesecake shots of her from a decade ago that were jaw droppingly beautiful.

Also kinda want to get caned again. The experience itself is a test of endurance, but I do rather love having a sore ass afterward. It's kinda like I hate working out but love the deep muscle soreness it generates. Ugh. Need to do more of that too speaking of which, but my sister hasn't mailed back my sneakers yet.

Poop.