Dazed And Confused

While reading Devlin O'Neil's blog tonight, Gwen touched a nerve with me. She was talking about a "near miss" she had with one of her older brother's friends. Luckily (or is that unluckily) she escaped the situation unscathed and unspanked. I posted a response to her post in which I briefly described a similar close call at a keg party my freshman year. It was autumn, 1975 and I was a 14-year-old freshman at Central High School. In those days, there were definite "class distinctions". Seniors simply did not mix with freshmen. They didn't even talk to them unless it was necessary (like coming into their algebra class and handing them a call slip from the dean...but that's another story). Anyway, my friends and I found out about this party totally by accident. My friend, whom I'll call Beth, had a nasty habit of listening in on her big sister's telephone conversations. Her sister was a senior and dating a guy on the wrestling team. So Beth, Cigi and I and a few other braves souls decided that we would infiltrate this bastion of seniorship and attend. It was a brisk fall evening and there were a lot of people there. This took place at a very well known state park here in Illinois and there was a pretty good crowd when we arrived. The bonfire had already been lit. Just beyond the first bank of picnic tables, the kegs were set up along with stacks of plastic cups. Some people brought blankets and camp stools. The air was thick with smoke and loud music.

Now, I could go on and on about this, but it's not the real reason for my post. All of this reminiscing has me thinking about that great '70's coming-of-age flick, "Dazed And Confused". The pic above is a still from the film and many movie fans will recognize Ben Affleck as the dude holding the rather menacing looking paddle. The film came out in 1993, very early in Mr. Affleck's career. The movie takes place on the last day of school, 1976. The incoming freshmen are hazed unmercifully by the seniors. I loved this film but all of the paddling is male on male. One of the cutest scenes in the movie involves the older sister of Mitch (the kid with the longer hair in the pic) going to one of the seniors and asking him to take it easy on her little brother. Of course, the guy promises (and we are treated to slow motion shots of him wearing this poor kid out later in the film) and as she turns to walk away he gives her behind and playful but solid smack with the paddle he's holding. When she protests by squealing "Ouch!" her friend says "You know you love it."

Unless you were in high school in the '70's this film might not appeal to you. And as a "spanking film" of course, it fails. But it's easy to feel sorry for the poor freshman boys who seem to be getting "busted" at every turn.

And I have t0 say to anyone who hasn't seen the film that the girls are even nastier than the boys when it comes to hazing the incoming class of freshman girls.

The soundtrack rocks even if some of the songs were old even in 1976. Still, all the expected groups are represented---KISS, Aerosmith, Peter Frampton, Ted Nugent, and The Runaways, among others.

This film is a pretty accurate representation of the era. There were no cellphones in 1976. There were no video games (a rather rousing game of foozeball is shown). There was no text messaging (thank God!). And if you wanted to sit up front in a car, you had to call "Shotgun!". I get a little misty eyed and sentimental when I view this film. Probably the previous generation felt the same way about "American Grafitti". For those of us who enjoy a good paddling scene, this one offers a few. Would I rather see Ben Affleck swing his mean paddle on a girl? Yes, I would. But, as with most things in life, you can't have everything. Still, for spanking fans, this one sort of fits the bill. For people who survived the '70's, you might find yourself smiling knowingly at similar incidences in your own teenage years.

"Beautiful People"

The Beatles asked the musical question "How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?" some forty years ago. I was reminded recently about this little turn of phrase a few days ago while chatting with someone I have never met. He wanted to know if I had done anything interesting over the previous weekend and I mentioned that I had been in Chicago at the Crimson Moon party. I thought he would be full of questions about the party scene since I'm pretty sure he's never been to one. He asked only one question, though---"Anyone cute show up?"
Now I could have handled that a couple of different ways. I could've said 'Well, of course someone cute showed up. I was there, wasn't I?' Or I could've said "We're all cute, you dummy." Instead, I said "You mean like a model? No, nothing like that." He went on the explain to me that he's picky about who he plays with. Apparently, it doesn't matter if the woman is safe, she just has to be cute. On that note, our chat pretty much ended. So this got me to thinking....
We like to say that we're accepting and tolerant of others. Even those who have preferences when it comes to playing. If a person requires their partners to be "height/weight proportioned" or "fit" how is that different from saying they have to be attractive? I've seen many people list non-smokers and drinkers as preferences when it comes to play partners. Is that so different from having an appearance requirement? After I got over being mad at him, I realized something. People have the right to their preferences. We may not like them. We may think the man is a pig for saying his partners have to be cute. But if a man's enjoyment of a scene hinges on whether or not his partner looks like Samantha Woodley, then that's his right. I would tell him that he's missing out on fun company by limiting himself this way, but, hey, if that's what he wants, who am I to say otherwise? I also have preferences when it comes to play partners. But a preference is a far cry from a requirement. I never limit myself to only playing with those I find attractive. In fact, I've played with people that others would probably classify as good looking and they turned out to be a waste of my time. I should note that this guy I was chatting with is younger than I am and probably at least partly into the scene for sex. Otherwise, just having a willing woman over his knee (no matter what she looks like) would be a big thrill for him. And he probably doesn't have a lot of experience either. He probably gets most of his experience from watching videos---those half-hour re-enactments of "real" scenes, usually starring young cuties like the aforementioned Ms. Woodley. And that's where he developed his taste for "cute" spanking partners. This is just a hypothesis, but I think it's probably pretty close to the truth.
So what should I have told this guy? To each his own? Come back when you grow up? Have a good time waiting for a model to show up? I think he was insulted when I asked him if the women he spanks have to be cute. But really, I wasn't. To be honest, it's pretty indicative of the attitude I encounter among younger men. They are mostly hung up on looks and appearances. They are inundated with gorgeous women on TV who really bear no resemblance to "real" women. By that I mean the average woman who wears a size 14 (or higher) and who, like me, has to use dye to cover her rapidly increasing gray hair and who doesn't spend a fortune having her nails done or going to a tanning spa. I mean "real" women who, between the times when she has to punch a time clock and go to the grocery store and do the laundry, likes to get spanked. Some men actually appreciate a woman who can juggle her vanilla life and her scene life. Now please don't get me wrong. Don't get the impression that I'm another middle aged woman going on a rant against young people. I'm not jealous of young people, OK? I wouldn't want to be 22 again for all the money in the world. I'm just saying this man I chatted with was a little lacking in the maturity department. Do I think he'll look me up again to chat? Highly doubtful. Am I disappointed? Maybe a little because I might have missed an opportunity to make a friend. And don't we all need as many of those as we can get?

October Party-Part II

I woke up Saturday morning with an extremely sore bottom. I went to the mirror and examined it closely for bruises or other marks, but aside from a few places where the skin looked scuffed, nothing. I was sort of disappointed and relieved at the same time. The better shape your butt is in the second night of a party, the more play you can get in. Since Cigi and I hadn't been that impressed with the breakfast the hotel serves when we were there in July, we passed on it. Instead, we heated up some Lean Cuisines. I told you, we live off those on these weekends LOL.
After breakfast, even though I didn't have my party clothes on and was feeling a bit scruffy, I decided to see if anyone wanted to play. To my delight, I ran into "Tex", the man who had given my friend her first party spanking the night before. He was more than happy to try some of my new toys on me. Because I forgot to put the Do Not Disturb sign out, as often happens, Cigi came into the room just when Tex was getting out the canes. Since he has a great sense of humor and doesn't mind those kinds of things, he let her stay and even humored her while she shot some video of him caning me. I think she was a little mad that I didn't play up for the camera. I usually get very quiet when getting caned. When the scene ended, I decided to take a shower and get my party clothes on. Now, I had just had a pretty hard scene that involved all of my favorite toys, especially straps and canes. Why did I think taking a hot shower was going to be a good idea? My decision to take a shower had come right at the end of the scene, not an hour later. As soon as the hot water hit my bottom, I knew it had been a very bad idea. I'm not a "jumper" (someone who reacts dramatically to pain) but I did bounce around the shower a little. I was also thinking about a story my new buddy (the one we had driven up with) had told me the night before during our session about a woman he knew who literally died from being spanked. Apparently, she had been paddled extremely hard and then decided to soak in a very hot bath for an hour or so. The hot water, the blood from the bruises on her butt and the drugs she'd been taking all combined to start a chemical reaction in her body that made the fat in her buttocks begin to break down. I guess some of the broken down fat traveled to her lungs or something and she died. So I was beginning to think 'Am I going to die now?' I know it seems absurd because our situations were totally different. First of all, I wasn't doing drugs. Secondly, I was in a shower, not a bath. And third, I wasn't going to stay in long enough for any chemical reaction to occur. This was just a totally irrational thought on my part. And I was somewhat unnerved. After my shower, I gave my bottom some nice body lotion to help soften out the hard spots I still had even after eight hours of sleep. I took out the clothes I had planned to wear that day and realized that my 100% cotton shirt had wrinkled considerably despite the extra precaution of hanging it up as soon as I unpacked. So I had to haul out the ironing board and iron that come with every suite. Thank God they do! I've said in a couple of other blog posts that I'm meticulous when it comes to my grooming and hygiene at parties. Now I know that my shirt was eventually going to wrinkle from being tucked and untucked during the course of the evening. But I wanted to walk into the party room that first time looking like someone who cared about her appearance. I ironed that shirt with all that was in me, even creasing the sleeves as my grandmother had taught me years ago when ironing was still something housewives did at least once a week. I tend to fret over my appearance. My hair, clothes and make up have to be "just right" before I'll leave the friendly confines of my hotel room. I don't know if this is just vanity on my part or if something in the way I was raised made me extra conscious of this. Anyway, whatever the reason, I worked on myself until I finally looked in the mirror, took a deep breath and said 'This is as good as it's going to get.' So off I went. The first person I played with was someone I hadn't played with in two years. He lives out east and so doesn't get to come to every party. He brought along a very sweet young lady this time. I don't know if she was a sub or if he was just mentoring her or what their relationship was. I didn't really want to ask because I was afraid the answer would be one of those tiresome "he's-helping-me-grow-and-become-a-better-person" type of explanations that I just don't have time to try and sort out. I'm not putting down anyone who is in a D/s or mentoring situation, believe me. Nor am I putting down people who do the mentoring. I think, for some people, it can really help. I just don't care for that aspect of the scene. At any rate, she was too shy to talk to anyone and would usually lower her eyes if someone caught her looking at them. She was very young, too and might have been a bit overwhelmed. This particular Top had been too worried about bringing toys on his flight to Chicago, so all he had besides his hand was his belt. Now I came to terms with belts as being part of the scene a long time ago. But for awhile, I just couldn't do them. There were just way too many bad memories there. Well, maybe not bad, but certainly unpleasant. I was surprised by how much we laughed and enjoyed ourselves during this session. The last time I had played with him, he'd struck me as uncommonly serious. Maybe that was just his mood at that time, but for whatever reason, he had totally lightened up and we had a great time. Man, can that guy swing a belt!
My next scene was also with a "belter". I don't know what it was (maybe something in the water?) but I saw a lot more belts at this party than I normally see. I don't know the reason for it. Maybe because a lot of the men wore costumes that seemed to feature them? Could be. Anyway, I went to this guy's room and as soon as I was over his knee, he said 'So...another naughty girl who needs a spanking!' I literally couldn't keep from laughing. I said 'Is that really the line you're gonna go with?' He said something like 'Well, it's true, isn't it?' And I had to say 'Look, I just get spanked because I love it...please don't ruin it for me by calling me a bad girl. I'm sure there are plenty of other women here who faint when they hear that, but I'm just not into scolding at all. So would you please just spank me and cut out the quasi roleplay?' I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but if he wanted to roleplay, he should've said so before we went to his room. He went out of his way to try to impress me with how hard he could spank. I got the impression that he didn't play like this very often because he was soon so out of breath he had to stop for a minute. Perhaps I was being punished for my quasi roleplay quip? I can't say for sure but although I enjoyed the session, I don't know that he enjoyed it that much. When he finally couldn't take anymore and ended our session, he helped me stand up and said 'You're hard work!' He wasn't laughing when he said it either. I thanked him for the session and headed back to the party suite. There I ran into my blogging buddy, Dr. Ken. Playing with him came about because the person I was looking for was nowhere to be found and Ken was right there. I had put Ken on my "must have" list for this party and was determined to stick to it, even if it meant he would be the last of the night before I went to bed. Now because I had just played and was still sore, we played pretty lightly. Ken isn't a bruiser and I don't mean that in a bad way at all. Ken knows I like to play hard and I know that that isn't really his style. But I enjoy his company so much and he spanks so nicely that I can never let a party go without playing with him (although it's happened more times than I want to admit). In the instances where we haven't been able to play, we have at least spent some time talking to each other.
As we walked back to the party suite, I could smell something wonderful cooking. It was beef stew made from scratch by our leader, a retired chef. I couldn't wait for dinner. I also played with a Dom friend of mine who I've known almost since the very beginning. He knows as long as he doesn't try to boss me around, we'll be fine. He also knows that when he's in the mood to really pound on someone, all he has to do is come find me and I will oblige him. He spanked, strapped, paddled and caned me incredibly hard and I didn't have any lasting marks to show for it. In some way that I'm sure will strike some as perverse, I miss the days when I marked. Now I think about the only way to leave lasting marks on me is to go right to the cane and skip the warm up, something I'm not willing to do no matter how much I want marks.
I met some very interesting new people at this party, most of them quite young. It really did my heart good to see this. I really thought our group was getting a bit old and a nice injection of youth can only help. I sat and had very pleasant conversation with them. But it only made me wish I had started in the scene when I was that young.
I sat and rested (really rested this time) and talked some more and pretty soon they were announcing that dinner was served. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that stew. For me, it's the ultimate comfort food. However, because I'm German, I had to pour my stew over bread and butter because the meal just wasn't starchy enough for me. The meal was hot and very satisfying. Of course, I think spanking is like swimming--you should wait at least 30 minutes after eating before doing it. So I went back to my room to get a drink and wouldn't you know it? Everyone and their kid brother was in our room, it seemed. It was almost like a public room. You couldn't get another person in the room with a shoehorn. People were stopping by to show their costumes and to see how the night was going for us. It was just very nice. We took some pictures and then I decided to see if I could find someone to play with me. I found a Top from Indiana who I hadn't played with in quite some time and asked him to play. He was dressed as a college professor in robe and mortarboard. We had a wonderful session in his room. I asked him if he had been playing a lot and he said he hadn't. This astounded me. An excellent Top like him and he wasn't playing very much? Why ever not? He told me in all seriousness that he's picky about whom he plays with and that me and Cigi are on the shortlist of ladies he will never turn down. To say that I was flattered was an understatement. I told him I appreciated the compliment. We shared a hug and he led me back to the public room. Just as I was rounding the corner, I saw another Top I had been anxious to play with. I had first met him at the July party and he had come down to Peoria the very next week to play with us. It had been a blast and I told him whenever it was possible, he was welcome to return. He asked me to play and I had to turn him down for the moment. I explained that I had just played hard and needed about a half hour to rest. He said he would come back then, but I had a funny feeling this was going to be one session that wasn't going to happen. At parties, things move at an unbelievable pace. He might find someone to play and then, when I'm fully rested and ready to play again, he might be tired from playing and need a rest himself. But precisely one half hour later, he peeked his head around the corner and asked if I was ready. Oh, was I ever! Of course, he used a mix of his toys and mine. He added something I hadn't felt before. Most of us who have felt this devilishly stingy toy simply call it the "bitch switch". It has another name, but I don't remember what it is. This thing is a small piece of very thing metal of some sort. You hold it up against the target and let it go. This thing is pure sting. Another Top is threatening to get one since he's seeing all the reaction it's getting from us brats. It did leave some very pretty marks though. I went back out to sit in the hallway on a row of chairs when someone told me Cigi had just gone off with one of our favorite Tops. I hadn't seen this guy since that morning when he had returned from shopping with his girl. I was dying to see his costume. About fifteen minutes later, Cigi came around the corner. She had a huge smile on her face, but admitted that this Top had ended her. It was time to call it a night. I wanted some of that and asked her what room he was in. She was so floaty she couldn't remember, but someone else supplied the room number and off I went. When I got to the room, I knocked on the door. His girl answered. She's an adorable lady although I don't know her very well. She informed me that her Sir had just finished off my sister. To which I replied 'I know. I came for the same thing.' He must have heard me because he came to the door, tipping his cowboy hat. 'Step right in, ma'am.' Yeah, I know it's corny but he was so cute I couldn't say anything. I admired his Stetson and the cowboy shirt he was wearing. He said he had gotten it from a real rodeo he had attended the previous month in Oregon. I had no idea he was a rodeo fan. He determined that I was already sufficiently warmed up (he made the old joke about frying an egg on it...again, corny but sweet) and began a very intense strapping that made me wish I had waited a little longer playing with him. It didn't last too long because he soon spotted blood and decided it was time to quit. I asked if it was bad and he inspected the damage and proclaimed the spots as minute. I asked his girl if she would please go to my room and get my first aid kit out of my purse. I even reached into my jeans, which were down around my ankles and gave her my key card. I never go to a party without my first aid kit just for this reason. She was only gone a second as we were right down the hall from them. This Top put some arnica on my bottom and fussed and fretted over the damaged he'd caused. I told him not to worry, it happened to me often. Then I told them both they had a standing invitation to come to Peoria anytime they wanted to and we would roll out the red carpet for them. They both seemed intrigued but I don't know if this will ever happen. I hugged them both and headed off to bed.
I was awake and had my breakfast and a shower before Cigi was even out of bed. We had decided to meet our ride by the elevators at 11:00 and as the time approached, I felt more and more like I didn't want to leave. Cigi shot a very cute short film while touring the room just before we left. We said our goodbyes the those that we ran into as we headed to the elevators to meet our ride. We hit the road on time and made good time getting home. We saw an SUV turned over in a ditch on the way home but that was the only damper to a perfect ride.
Now all I have to do is wait eight more days for the Our Need And Desire party. ON&D is run by my blogging buddy, Purple Angel. Of course, I'll write a full report on that weekend as well.

October CM Party

Well, the October Crimson Moon party has now passed into history. As usual, I managed to have a great time! Cigi and I made arrangements a couple of months ago with a new guy in the group to ride up with him since my friend, Purple Angel, was sitting this one out. He came up on Thursday (a day early) and checked into a hotel that I recommended to him. It's a hotel I used to play at frequently, however we both agreed that playing at my apartment was a much better idea. I got home from work a little bit later than I wanted to, but I had to have a shower and change clothes since I had been in my work clothes all day. Cigi and I made plans to pick him up in the lobby of his hotel at about 6:30. When we pulled up, he was actually waiting outside for us. I think he worried we might miss him or he was just really anxious LOL. Anyway, we were talking so excitedly that Cigi missed her turn and we ended up taking the "scenic route" back to our place. Once we got there, we couldn't wait to show him our new toys, especially a couple of wood paddles that we had purchased recently. He loves paddles of any material I found out. After that was done, it was time to get down to business. This guy was a pretty awesome spanker, I'll admit. He realized that there was a party coming up and that I didn't want to arrive already marked up. So we played a bit lighter than I normally like to play. It was still fun. He spanked us both and then Cigi spanked him. It was a very nice evening but it ended too quickly. He had been driving most of the day and had another three hours' worth to do the next day, so he called it a night. We drove him back to his hotel and then went on a quick burger run. I hadn't eaten since about noon and my stomach was growling. Besides that, I usually am somewhat hungry after I play. It's pretty normal for me to want something to eat after a session. I was too excited to sleep, as usual. It was partly the weather's fault. It was unseasonably warm and I would throw my blankets off. Then a few minutes later, I would get cold again and put them back on. And on and on it went. We had set the alarm for 8:30 and once it went off, there was no hitting the snooze button. We had last minute things to do. We had to run to the bank and get some money for the party, then off to the pet store for a couple boxes of food for my babies. Then we stopped at the store for the Lean Cuisine dinners that would constitute the bulk of our diet during the weekend. Unfortunately, we forgot the Mountain Dew and had to make another stop before getting on the road. This always happens--we think we've thought of everything, but we always end up forgetting something. No matter how careful we are. We even downloaded and printed a pre-party checklist and still managed to forget something. The drive up was gorgeous, just a perfect fall day. It was warm and sunny, which of course, played havoc with my wardrobe choices. I had planned to wear sweaters both nights since we had had weather in the 40's the previous week (about the usual time I begin to think of what I'm going to wear). But that problem was quickly solved. At least I didn't forget anything important like the camera or my razor, which I have done. When we arrived at the hotel, Cigi had forgotten that it was a rather large hotel. She said she couldn't remember it being that big in July. Uh, Sis, they usually put us on the seventh floor LOL. We usually get the seventh and eighth floors to ourselves. There were other CMer's arriving at the same time we did. We hugged all of them and promised to make time to talk and play later. I love this time of a party--when everyone is dragging their luggage in and getting checked in. It's a nice reminder that the whole weekend is ahead of us.
Once we got to our room and got caught up with our "roomies", Cigi and I decided to take a quick rest. It turned out to be a very quick rest. No sooner had I laid down and got comfortable than Cigi said 'I'm not gonna be able to rest. I'm getting a shower.' You could already hear the familiar "party sounds" coming from across the hall. Who could sleep when someone was already giving out spankings?
Now I hate to admit this, but the first person I played with at this party was someone I usually end up playing with because he won't leave me alone until I do. He has been coming to parties for about ten years and he still hasn't grasped the concept that a bottom gets to choose whom she plays with. She isn't obliged to play with every person who asks. But I wanted to enjoy myself and I knew he would simply follow me around until I played with him. So I got it out of the way. The man is pleasant enough to talk to, but his technique leaves something to be desired. First of all, he spanks in that annoying left cheek-right cheek style that I really don't like because it puts me to sleep. Secondly, he doesn't spank hard enough for me. He's fine for a warm up though. I like to have fairly quick scenes at parties, but he had me there for 45 minutes. I finally had to ask him to finish up because I felt like if I didn't, I might spend the whole weekend there. He huffed a little, but complied with my request nonetheless. I think I'm going to have to stop playing with this particular guy because his attitude is beginning to grate on me. I think he knows that I prefer the harder spankers and it galls him a little. I think he was even more insulted when he saw me going off to play with someone else right away, without needing a rest. The next man I played with was someone I've known since my first party. We had a very enjoyable session in his room. He's a switch, but I think he's more of a submissive than a bottom. But he tops very well. He has a number of very interesting toys.
Next, I met some new friends I had been chatting with recently. This was her very first party and she looked extremely nervous. In fact, I wasn't so sure she wasn't going to pass out. She's really adorable, with a cute Irish accent. He's a handsome guy who I discovered spanks really well (read:hard). Cigi wanted the new girl to get some playtime so she made arrangements with one of our all-time favorite Tops. He and his wife came all the way from Texas for this party. Now I know that it says in the bylaws of CM that no one will pressure you to play if you don't want to. But I don't think what Cigi did constituted pressuring. In fact, the lady thanked her later because this guy is a wonderful spanker. I had my own session with him the next day. First off, the new lady watched while "Tex" spanked Cigi. He only used his hand and kept up a running commentary during the whole thing, explaining to her how party spankings usually go. She and the Top she was with had been playing for awhile so she wasn't new to spanking. She was just new to parties and getting spanked by others. Once "Tex" finished up with Cigi, he asked the new lady if she wanted him to spank her. Her Top stayed in the room, but Cigi and I left so they could be alone. A little bit later, I played with the new Top. He was a lot of fun and a complete gentleman. He only spanked me with his hand, but considering the wallop he packed, that was enough. We discussed playing again at some point during the weekend, but that never materialized. Unfortunately, that's a common occurrence at parties. You make plans to play with someone (or plans to play a second time) and it just doesn't pan out for whatever reason. I went back to my room to grab a soda and to rest for a few minutes. There was no one else there (a situation that didn't happen too often that weekend) and I sort of sat there basking in the peace and quiet. After about a half hour, one of my roomies came in with another Top and wanted to play so I left. As soon as I stepped into the hall, I spied a Top I wanted to play with. This guy was a relatively new discovery for me. He had been coming to parties for a few years now, but I had never played with him until the previous March. He wanted to try my new straps and wanted to try a new one he had bought since the last time we'd played. This guy has a lot going for him. He's fun, attractive, spanks really hard (if you want him to) and has a bunch of nice toys. He knows that I laugh a lot when I play and doesn't take it wrong the way some Tops do. He laughs along. He's becoming very popular and in great demand. I was lucky enough to play with him twice. After trying almost all of my toys and most of his on me, I needed a rest---a long rest. I have become very careful about who I play hard with. I used to just play hard with everyone, but I have been injured a couple of times by showoffs who didn't know what they were doing, so now I limit my really hard play to those who I know pretty well and who I know won't injure me (at least not on purpose). After a nice long rest, I played one more time before calling it a night. It was with a Dom friend of mine who knows that I'm not submissive and so we play the way I want to. He's always willing to oblige me. He also wanted to try some of my new toys on me. Believe me, they got a workout that weekend. I was pretty sore by the end of that session and becoming a bit sleepy so I headed back to my room for some shut eye.
Part two will follow shortly.