"Bring Me Back to Life"

MMm, where do I start? Well, after a pretty difficult couple of weeks, I was looking for some uncomplicated fun this friday. And oh yeah..definitely got it!

Went round to B's in after work, got changed, and awaited the arrival of the others before heading off to DV8. I was very nervous because it was the first club going experience post break-up, and I was also anxious about meeting his friend, O. Had an ‘oh my FUCK, she’s GORGEOUS!’ moment as she walked in the door, and felt all stammery and stupid for a bit. Managed not to walk into any walls or have a Clumsy Incident, so that was a result.

Took us about elebinty gazillion years to find the damn place, but we got there in the end. Lovely venue, out in the middle of nowhere, with a lot of different equipment and soft spaces upstairs curtained off with veiled fabric. I was doing my social butterfly thing, just catching up with people, chatting and hanging out, when B came up to me and gave me this LOOK, and said ‘O can’t stop looking at your bottom. You’re a very popular girl!’ I was trying to give them a bit of space and not be the ‘just had a difficult breakup clingy friend who everyone is sympathetic too but also finding a bit irritating’. Especially since I had to firmly lock up the sadness which threatened to overwhelm me, being there without her.

He very quickly dispelled any ideas like that though, by putting his hand on my shoulder, underneath my hair, and doing this really simple thing that bypassed my conscious mind completely and turned me into submissive jelly…just digging his fingers into my neck, don’t know how it worked, something about it just dropped me utterly.

Had a comedy moment upstairs, just starting to get seriously into a play with him, when this ridiculous noise like Darth Vader snorting coke started right next to my ear. I couldn’t work out what it was, then realised it was a guy in a gimp suit breathing through his regulator, getting a bit….excited. I had to fight off a fit of the giggles…and unbeknownst to me, so was B… I was THIS close to turning round and saying, look, you know what? Go away and do some heavy breathing elsewhere, cos you’re really putting me off!

Was sitting downstairs having a cuddle and a come down, and O was talking about how she was a bit frustrated there wasn’t anyone here she particularly wanted to give a good spanking to, that she hadn’t brought with her. So I batted my eyelashes and before I knew it I was whisked upstairs and bent over her lap. Cue another comedy moment as we were just beginning, when she said - I don’t want to alarm you, but can you smell come?! Break for a quick check round to make sure we weren’t lying in a big pool of it…then back into the zone…for just long enough for B to come upstairs, and be so distracted by the sight of my arse bent over O’s lap that he tripped over my foot…it clearly was not my night for getting through a play without snorting and giggling to myself…

Plenty more play ensued, although not quite enough…next time we’ll need to get there earlier, we all agreed. Safe and snug in the back of the car under B's coat, I zoned in and out all the way back, where we sat up in the lounge deconstructing the evening.