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Oct. 26th, 2009 10:17 amTook Kittyboy with me to New York to meet the family. Fantastic weekend overall I think... and a few notes to make in here about it.
1) If I'm in the Village, I have to stop at The Pleasure Chest. Lovely stuff, lovely staff, so many naughty ideas. I very nearly bought Pfil a new riding crop with a gold star at the slappy end, simply cause I could see her flitting through the house with it naked, maniacally grinning, slapping people with it and giggling. I DID end up buying a new cock ring for Kittyboy/bracelet for me. Softer leather, same brand, same three snaps. Not perfect, but it does work out a lot better. >:)
2) Stuck in traffic on the Merritt Parkway for 45 minutes on the way back. Kittyboy was driving, so he dared me to masturbate. Considering this used to be my alternate form of entertainment when there was no movie and no reading lights on the bus to MA from NY, this didn't take much of a dare, though I think this might be the first time I've done road masturbation with an audience. It works a little better when the traffic's moving (road vibration ftw) but considering I'd been keyed up all weekend from stealing hot kisses from him all weekend on the subway and in the parents' house, crawling traffic wasn't that much of a deterrent from getting it done.
3) Also re: driving and traffic - one of those long conversations which inevitably turns to sex experience stories and the kind of questions/answers that seem to only happen when you're stuck in a car with someone for over an hour.
4) Lords of Acid. I think I need to spend the next week or so revisiting their catalog. I'd forgotten how fucking fantastic they were until on a whim I put "Deep Sexy Space" on as we were cruising up the highway and much to my surprised delight, Kittyboy knew all the damn words better than I did.
5) finding out that both cock rings snapped together makes a pretty good necklace on Pfil... though having Kittyboy splutter about how she was wearing something around her neck that had at some point been around his balls was an even more amusing side effect.
6) jesus christ. Cock ring or no, there is nothing like coming home sex. Really any sex after any length of dry spell (and for me two days w/o an orgasm counts as one) tends to be pretty intense, raw and wonderful - and it's usually when Kittyboy decides to try something new and interestingly sadistic. Like instead of holding the back of my head when I'm going down on him, changing his grip to around my throat, which turned me on like fuck. Plus it proved I was actually paying attention during that conversation in the car about refining my technique a bit. Kittyboy was not at all quiet for a change. >:) We likes this....
1) If I'm in the Village, I have to stop at The Pleasure Chest. Lovely stuff, lovely staff, so many naughty ideas. I very nearly bought Pfil a new riding crop with a gold star at the slappy end, simply cause I could see her flitting through the house with it naked, maniacally grinning, slapping people with it and giggling. I DID end up buying a new cock ring for Kittyboy/bracelet for me. Softer leather, same brand, same three snaps. Not perfect, but it does work out a lot better. >:)
2) Stuck in traffic on the Merritt Parkway for 45 minutes on the way back. Kittyboy was driving, so he dared me to masturbate. Considering this used to be my alternate form of entertainment when there was no movie and no reading lights on the bus to MA from NY, this didn't take much of a dare, though I think this might be the first time I've done road masturbation with an audience. It works a little better when the traffic's moving (road vibration ftw) but considering I'd been keyed up all weekend from stealing hot kisses from him all weekend on the subway and in the parents' house, crawling traffic wasn't that much of a deterrent from getting it done.
3) Also re: driving and traffic - one of those long conversations which inevitably turns to sex experience stories and the kind of questions/answers that seem to only happen when you're stuck in a car with someone for over an hour.
4) Lords of Acid. I think I need to spend the next week or so revisiting their catalog. I'd forgotten how fucking fantastic they were until on a whim I put "Deep Sexy Space" on as we were cruising up the highway and much to my surprised delight, Kittyboy knew all the damn words better than I did.
5) finding out that both cock rings snapped together makes a pretty good necklace on Pfil... though having Kittyboy splutter about how she was wearing something around her neck that had at some point been around his balls was an even more amusing side effect.
6) jesus christ. Cock ring or no, there is nothing like coming home sex. Really any sex after any length of dry spell (and for me two days w/o an orgasm counts as one) tends to be pretty intense, raw and wonderful - and it's usually when Kittyboy decides to try something new and interestingly sadistic. Like instead of holding the back of my head when I'm going down on him, changing his grip to around my throat, which turned me on like fuck. Plus it proved I was actually paying attention during that conversation in the car about refining my technique a bit. Kittyboy was not at all quiet for a change. >:) We likes this....
