Why not come to my pad, it won't cost you a dime?

I always think of myself as a rampant noisy extrovert, and really, I am, but I realised this morning how badly I also need solitude, especially after RL socialising. Because there's no physical reason that I should have woken up this morning feeling as though I'd spent yesterday mountain-climbing - and yet, that's exactly how I feel - bone tired, soul tired, wrung out.

This is why all my IMs are switched off, BTW. I dare say I'll switch on later, but I need to be unreachable for now.

Last night was the Bournemouth Munch, and great fun it was too. K texted to say he'd be here at six, so I took the dogs over to Mum's in the afternoon - of course, the thunderstorm hit just as I emerged from the Castlepoint underground car park on the way back. And oh, it was glorious! I'm so tired of the big bullying Sun beating me up and stealing my lunch money every time I poke my nose outdoors in daylight - so tired of a tiny little quarter mile stroll to the corner shop leaving me so scorched, parboiled and drained that I need a cold bath and two hours rest to recover. The sky darkened, the rain came down in great splattering clattering gouts, and I could feel every drop that hit me infusing me with the life and laughter and energy the sun had been systematically leaching for what seems like so very long. I danced down Woodbury Avenue, grinning like a maniac with my arms spread and my face lifted to the sky, giggling at the passers-by huddled in doorways and under trees, looking as though they wanted to write to June demanding their money back.

And the rain stopped at the precise moment I reached the front door, in case you were in any doubt it was laid on especially for me... and I am very, very grateful.

K arrived at the appointed time, very tired from work and wanting tea and a nap. It's unfortunate that I'll probably never see him when he isn't tired from work - but I have no complaints. We ordered food, and I sucked his cock while we waited for it to arrive... he goes very quiet and still when I do that, so I pay close attention to the feel of him, the subtle feedback in the rising tension until the contained explosion comes. I don't think he has any complaints either.

Edit: I seem to have hit "update" prematurely... I had the whole evening still to write. Perhaps I'll take this as a sign and do that in a separate entry later. My couch is calling me.

Why not come to my pad, it won't cost you a dime?

I always think of myself as a rampant noisy extrovert, and really, I am, but I realised this morning how badly I also need solitude, especially after RL socialising. Because there's no physical reason that I should have woken up this morning feeling as though I'd spent yesterday mountain-climbing - and yet, that's exactly how I feel - bone tired, soul tired, wrung out.

This is why all my IMs are switched off, BTW. I dare say I'll switch on later, but I need to be unreachable for now.

Last night was the Bournemouth Munch, and great fun it was too. K texted to say he'd be here at six, so I took the dogs over to Mum's in the afternoon - of course, the thunderstorm hit just as I emerged from the Castlepoint underground car park on the way back. And oh, it was glorious! I'm so tired of the big bullying Sun beating me up and stealing my lunch money every time I poke my nose outdoors in daylight - so tired of a tiny little quarter mile stroll to the corner shop leaving me so scorched, parboiled and drained that I need a cold bath and two hours rest to recover. The sky darkened, the rain came down in great splattering clattering gouts, and I could feel every drop that hit me infusing me with the life and laughter and energy the sun had been systematically leaching for what seems like so very long. I danced down Woodbury Avenue, grinning like a maniac with my arms spread and my face lifted to the sky, giggling at the passers-by huddled in doorways and under trees, looking as though they wanted to write to June demanding their money back.

And the rain stopped at the precise moment I reached the front door, in case you were in any doubt it was laid on especially for me... and I am very, very grateful.

K arrived at the appointed time, very tired from work and wanting tea and a nap. It's unfortunate that I'll probably never see him when he isn't tired from work - but I have no complaints. We ordered food, and I sucked his cock while we waited for it to arrive... he goes very quiet and still when I do that, so I pay close attention to the feel of him, the subtle feedback in the rising tension until the contained explosion comes. I don't think he has any complaints either.

Edit: I seem to have hit "update" prematurely... I had the whole evening still to write. Perhaps I'll take this as a sign and do that in a separate entry later. My couch is calling me.

By the look in her eyes, she was giving what she got

...and so, after some pleasant sex-based fun at my place, we headed off to the munch. I was struck, once again, by what an excellent group we have here in Bournemouth. No, I don't have anyone to compare it to, but K agrees with me and he's been going to the London and Watford munches for years, as well as hanging out with various local groups wherever he happens to be working at the time, so I'm right. I always am, you know.

We usually get together in the upstairs room, but my beautiful thunderstorm had leaked through the roof and made it unusable, so they put us in the beer garden and roped it off with "private party" signs so that we didn't have random people wandering in. It was damp but not raining, and we all sat in a big circle and talked about dirty things. The nice part about the beer garden was that because there wasn't a roomful of little tables, we felt more like one big group than a whole bunch of little ones, and I got to talk to a few people (like manicmiranda) that I hadn't had the chance to last time.

I still hardly know anyone's names, though - I'm thinking of them as Leather Trousers Dude, Whip Man, Corset Lady, Tall Blonde, Pervy T-Shirt Guy, Tangerine Bloke et al... I dare say I'll pick them all up eventually, though. Either that or I'll invent silly names for them all and the silly names will stick for good - that works too.

Kev started the fun and games with his big bag of tricks, showing off the green plastic stingy thing and the black rubber slappy thing he'd used on me - I still can't remember their right names, and hey, who cares as long as they slap and sting right? Then he started with the ropes - first a bit of hair bondage:



That was surprisingly erotic for something so clothed and decent - partly because the back of my neck is very sensitive and erogenous anyway, and partly because he tied it very tightly, so it was very reminiscent of being grabbed by the hair, which is a thing he does in less decent and clothed circumstances.

He also did an amazing ropework "corset" in pink and blue on Sue - I don't have her permission to post the pics, so I won't - from the front she was completely wrapped in even coils of alternating pink and blue, and from the back it was all ornamental knots from her buttocks to her shoulder-blades - absolutely beautiful.

And manicmiranda and I both got to play with a big whip. Whip Man had several, but he wouldn't let anyone touch the really big expensive ones - he did amuse himself by cracking it like a gunshot in the beer garden all evening, and I honestly wouldn't have been too surprised if someone in earshot had called the police. Even when I was expecting it, the cracks still made me jump every time. I found, with the smaller whip, that they're harder to crack than you'd think - but such a thrill when I did!

Such a good time, and more good times to come. I mentioned parties - and everyone bitched like mad about having nowhere to have any. So I'm going to have one here. It'll take a bit of emailing about to fix a date when everyone I want there can come, but it's on! Yayyy!!

I'm flagging. I'm going to get off the keyboard and watch the rest of Dr Who now - have caught up as far as Father's Day - I think that's six out of the obligatory ten now, myrystyr. What a sodding good show it is, to be sure.

K is coming to see me tomorrow. That's not the only reason I'm happy tonight... but still so very tired. Goodnight, all.

By the look in her eyes, she was giving what she got

...and so, after some pleasant sex-based fun at my place, we headed off to the munch. I was struck, once again, by what an excellent group we have here in Bournemouth. No, I don't have anyone to compare it to, but K agrees with me and he's been going to the London and Watford munches for years, as well as hanging out with various local groups wherever he happens to be working at the time, so I'm right. I always am, you know.

We usually get together in the upstairs room, but my beautiful thunderstorm had leaked through the roof and made it unusable, so they put us in the beer garden and roped it off with "private party" signs so that we didn't have random people wandering in. It was damp but not raining, and we all sat in a big circle and talked about dirty things. The nice part about the beer garden was that because there wasn't a roomful of little tables, we felt more like one big group than a whole bunch of little ones, and I got to talk to a few people (like manicmiranda) that I hadn't had the chance to last time.

I still hardly know anyone's names, though - I'm thinking of them as Leather Trousers Dude, Whip Man, Corset Lady, Tall Blonde, Pervy T-Shirt Guy, Tangerine Bloke et al... I dare say I'll pick them all up eventually, though. Either that or I'll invent silly names for them all and the silly names will stick for good - that works too.

Kev started the fun and games with his big bag of tricks, showing off the green plastic stingy thing and the black rubber slappy thing he'd used on me - I still can't remember their right names, and hey, who cares as long as they slap and sting right? Then he started with the ropes - first a bit of hair bondage:



That was surprisingly erotic for something so clothed and decent - partly because the back of my neck is very sensitive and erogenous anyway, and partly because he tied it very tightly, so it was very reminiscent of being grabbed by the hair, which is a thing he does in less decent and clothed circumstances.

He also did an amazing ropework "corset" in pink and blue on Sue - I don't have her permission to post the pics, so I won't - from the front she was completely wrapped in even coils of alternating pink and blue, and from the back it was all ornamental knots from her buttocks to her shoulder-blades - absolutely beautiful.

And manicmiranda and I both got to play with a big whip. Whip Man had several, but he wouldn't let anyone touch the really big expensive ones - he did amuse himself by cracking it like a gunshot in the beer garden all evening, and I honestly wouldn't have been too surprised if someone in earshot had called the police. Even when I was expecting it, the cracks still made me jump every time. I found, with the smaller whip, that they're harder to crack than you'd think - but such a thrill when I did!

Such a good time, and more good times to come. I mentioned parties - and everyone bitched like mad about having nowhere to have any. So I'm going to have one here. It'll take a bit of emailing about to fix a date when everyone I want there can come, but it's on! Yayyy!!

I'm flagging. I'm going to get off the keyboard and watch the rest of Dr Who now - have caught up as far as Father's Day - I think that's six out of the obligatory ten now, myrystyr. What a sodding good show it is, to be sure.

K is coming to see me tomorrow. That's not the only reason I'm happy tonight... but still so very tired. Goodnight, all.