In which there was a learning experience.

So I meant to do this post before today but I’m only now sitting down to actually do it.  I blame the fact that the entire thing was not my favorite event in the whole world but you can go ahead and probably put it up to procrastination more than anything else.

I went out on Saturday with a few people and I can’t decide if it was a good experience or a bad one.  I will say that it has taught me something that I should have already known about myself but I’m still not sure on too much else.

Wait no, that’s a lie.  I know I like to get flogged.  I like it a lot.

What I don’t seem to like though, is the traditional intimacies that couples share.  Now, I am aware that I am not the most touchy person in the world.  Morgan can clearly attest to the fact that I am not a cuddly puppy, more like an awkward porcupine who occasionally wants to be squeezed. 

This guy?  Did not know that about me. 

This guy did not know this about me and was very insistent that he call me pretty and hold me by the wast and stroke my face and kiss me gently.

Guys?  That is not really what I’m into, I have to admit it.  I  If Morgan tried to pull that, it would be one thing but when a stranger is doing it?  No, it’s not charming, it’s not sweet it makes me feel gross and dirty and caused me to nearly have a breakdown when I got home that night.

But I did say I got some good things out of this experience, right?  Because I did.

I learned about the flogging for one and I found that a few of the mate’s traits have carried over.  I’m a big fan of getting bitten and scratched.  That was fun.  If he could have kept teasing me like that all night long, we would have been golden, it was just the other stuff that got to me.

This weekend is a munch and a play party.  I’m going to hopefully be going to both but I’ll certainly be going to the munch.  I’m looking forward to it, as I’d like this last experience to be done and over with and I don’t’ think I’ll really have that feeling until I’ve gone and done something else. 

Moral of the story?  Charley and physical affection do not get along.  Stay tuned for next week when we explore the do’s and don’ts of social interaction.  As always, if you have any questions or comments you can email me at abitaskewed@gmail.com

To everyone out there, I wish you kind fires, a warm bed and, most importantly, someone (or someones) to share it with.