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kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

Last weekend…oh, last weekend.  Last weekend was, as Garnet predicted it would be months ago, a drunken fuck mess.  In that there was lots of fucking, and that I was occasionally a drunken mess.

We went to an event, Garnet and me and her boyfriend, and her on-again off-again fuckbuddy type person was also there (goddamn it they both need pseudonyms…do I use the same ones she uses for them on her blog, for the sake of consistency?) and, well, commence the juggling act.  I went to a drag show, and she went to have sex.  The next day, I went to a burlesque show and she went to have sex.  I was actually really pleasantly surprised by how smoothly this all went, and I got to watch drag performers/attractive people taking their clothes off to music.  It would have been even better if I were not so painfully socially awkward and had, like, met people/made friends to hang out with…but still.  It went well.

Highlights included Garnet’s boyfriend offering to be my social wingman and help me make friends, Garnet and I getting a signed copy of The Big Book of Pain (the co-author who signed it for us wrote “This is not intended as an instruction manual”), shopping (I bought pretty earrings and a fancy comb with bats on them!), and going out for sushi.  Also, being surrounded by attractive people, many of whom were wearing wonderful costumes, caused me to have feelings.  Basically, I realized that I am actually still attracted to boys (apart from Garnet when she is presenting more boyishly) sometimes after all.

The other highlight, of course, was when Garnet and I got some time to ourselves in the hotel room.

Several months ago, I ordered the Drac and Frankenstein dildos from Fleshlight.  And they arrived right before we were due to go away for the weekend.  So obviously I had to bring them with me.  And really, they’re gorgeous.  The photos on the Fleshlight site don’t do them justice, the Frankenstein especially is really amazing looking.  The silicone has this iridescent sheen to it…but anyway, the Frankenstein is for Garnet (and, probably, for her to threaten and scare me with, because it is scary huge) and the Drac is for me.  Since I was annoyingly bleeding profusely from my bits all weekend, it seemed only fitting that we give the Drac a taste of blood.

Garnet laid me down on the bed and lifted my skirt out from under me, saying she’d rather get blood on the sheets than on my skirt.  She pulled down my undies and bit into my hip, a long, delicious bite that hurt and felt wonderful all at once.  Then she pulled on a glove and slipped her fingers inside me.  I wriggled and gasped and moaned at how good it felt…I’ve been buying so many toys for us to try out that we don’t have manual sex nearly as much as we used to, and it’s kind of too bad because I absolutely love the way her fingers feel inside me.  I asked for more, but she told me my body was not really on board with the request (I have got to figure out what to do to get back into fistable shape…I really miss taking her whole hand) and she reached for the dildo.

She pushed just the tip into me, sliding it in and out so that it gave a little pop every time as it slipped out each time.  It felt really wonderful.  I wiggled my hips and told her how good it felt, and she grinned.  ”I know, isn’t that the best feeling?”  She said.  Then she pushed it as deep as it would go.  ”You’re desperate for cock, aren’t you?” she said as she watched it slide inside me.  ”All these boy crushes…your cunt is hungry to be penetrated.”  This is apparently what happens when I tell her I’ve been checking out cute boys.  I really can’t complain.  I managed to say something about my cunt only being hungry for her to penetrate it, which was tricky, as the feeling of her pushing and sliding and twisting the toy in and out of me was rather distracting.  At one point she commented on how wet I was, then pulled out the dildo so I could see that it was, in fact, slick and completely coated in my own wetness as well as lube.

Then she got out the clothespins.  I had put a bunch of them in a little plastic box, with my gloves and lube and condoms and dams.  I had forgotten how much Garnet likes clothespins.  She put several on my labia, commenting on how well-suited to clothespins my bits are, then she clipped one to the base of my clit.  The whole time, she kept fucking me.  It felt amazing.  Much, much better than when she has me put clothespins on myself.  She played around with them for a bit, tweaking and flicking them, making me moan and squeal, then she took them off, one by one.

The Hitachi was still plugged in from when she’d been using it earlier, and she had me get it.  She flipped it on and pressed it against my clit.  It is so different when she uses a Hitachi on me from when I use it on myself.  I’m much more…careful myself, holding back, moving the vibrator to keep it from being too intense. Garnet just presses it against me and watches me squirm.  It was overwhelming, and I almost tried to wiggle away, but she wouldn’t let up.  If not for my difficulty squirting when there’s something inside me, I definitely would have squirted.  I sat up almost involuntarily, whimpering and biting my lip, on the edge of coming for so long that I felt like I was going to completely fall apart.  And then, suddenly, I was coming and coming and coming…I fell back on the bed shaking while Garnet purred at me and told me what a good girl I was.

I laid there for a long time after, and we cuddled a bit.  It was really delicious.  I’d been biting my lip so much and so hard before I came that it was a little swollen after.  And I kind of love that it was something we hadn’t really done before, her fucking me all hand-held like that.  I like that we’ve still got new things to try after a year.  Also, remarkably, the softcup I was using held up through all of this and didn’t leak and I didn’ get blood everywhere.  Hooray!

I could write a bunch more about all the stuff I learned about taking care of myself at cons (eat regularly, try to get sleep, don’t drink lots of gin on an empty stomach) or lots of things about feelings…but I think I’ll just leave this for now.  It was wonderful, and I am a very, very lucky girl.

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