Playdate nerves
May 2nd, 2007Here the euphemistic lexicon is at its worst. Tomorrow I expect to have coffee and then get the crap beaten out of me. This, I can only call a playdate. I vacillate between finding the term annoyingly twee, and delighting in the irony of it.
Rob is one of the few people I play with privately and don’t fuck. We have such good play that I am disinclined to even consider it. After all, what if we had sex and it was bad? That might ruin it for me.
When I bother to play, I’m usually out for something more exotic than spanking. Blood, sobbing, annihiliation of consciousness, things like that. Rob is good for that stuff.
May 9th, 2007 at 10:11 am
I like that phrase, “annihilation of consciousness.” It strikes a chord for me.
May 10th, 2007 at 3:50 am
Oh, god, yes - what Casey said. Is it all right if I use that one on my sub next time I see her? It should create just the right kind of shiver.
May 12th, 2007 at 9:24 pm
It’s all yours, Maxim.
May 21st, 2007 at 7:20 am
I like “annihilation of consciousness”, too. I’ve seen someone call it a shamanic out of of body experience, which strikes me as an attempt to describe the same thing.