It’s interesting to live in two different worlds. That is what we do….john and I have the special and unique pleasure of getting to live different ways at different times. For much of our time, we live as “that couple”. We are the pair of friends that probably everyone has. Or, at least, we come close enough. We have an impressive group of vanilla friends. Long term relations, close proximity, lots of fun to be had in all kinds of ways. Everyone knows about our kink. We don’t hide it. We don’t flaunt it, either, but we certainly do not hide it. Everyone knows we take kinky vacations. We go to clothing optional places. We pack more toys than underwear. We are the ones who get the kinky cards at Christmas time. We get the gag gifts. Literally. We even got a “Fifty Shades of Chicken” cookbook from a giggling friend. How can anyone resist a recipe called “Thighs Spread Wide”?? Might actually make that one today.
So, yes….we live a solid and grounded life among the vanillas. We are vanilla when we need or want to be, although john never gets to stop being attentive to me. That’s a rule for life.
We also have regular opportunities to shoot on over to a neighboring planet, where all kinds of people from every walk of life get to get their kink on and live it 24/7 for the days on end. And for most events, I’m not talking a small group. I’m talking hundreds. Like, sometimes twelve hundred. That’s a lot of non-vanilla’s in one place.
During the next six weeks, we will be taking two kinky trips. One of them is 10 days away, which is why I am thinking about all of this, turning my thoughts to words. Here’s the naked truth: I am not sure I am great at planet hopping. Jumping from one world to the next, then back again. I’ve learned over the past 10 years that we’ve been doing this that I am pretty much Me at all times, in all places. I am equipped with a volume button and I can dial myself up or down when I want. Or need.
Here’s the upcoming scenario: Two dominant, demanding, bossy, assertive women sharing a big hotel room with two submissive, humble, attentive men. Two couples, sharing one room at one time.
It’s easy to think about the fun parts of all of this. I picture Ms J and I, sitting overstuffed chairs, wearing white robes, sipping coffee in the morning, perhaps using one of those boys as a footstool. I can envision massages, toes being painted, clothes being ironed. I feel the sting in my hand from spankings. I can see the drool from gags. I can taste the whimpering. All better-than-good stuff. Volume at high.
But then there will be the social moments in the public areas of the hotel. We will bump into kinky friends, see old acquaintances, flirt with new people. And in all of that, I will be Me being me. Chatty. Outgoing. Social. Sometimes funny. Occasionally awkward. I’ll want to talk about sports (Go Pats!). I’ll avoid politics because it’s a disgusting topic for me these days. I’ll ask about holidays and kids…..dogs and work. I’ll have my boy nearby. He’ll likely be plugged. Caged. Locked. Those sorts of things keep him in a mindset that is a hard place to escape. It’s in these social moments where my interplanetary travel can lead to complications. I will do terrible, wonderful things to him in the privacy of our hotel room. To both him and the other boy as well. Two women, yielding canes, unleashing erotic, electric chaos.
The lobby will bring a different kind of chaos. Unorganized, jostling, public. I will adjust. Adapt. Enjoy, even. But I don’t want to lose sight of my boy. The boys. I want to stay deeply connected to my john. I want to talk with others and yet at the same time, I want him to feel and know that he is my source of gravity that keeps me within reach of my home planet.
I’ve often set standards for my own behavior that are too hard for me to obtain. I go into an event having high expectations of myself. I picture myself looking and behaving a certain, sexy way and I picture myself executing all of these things with a poised perfection that is unrealistic. Give me a happy hour setting with a glass of wine in one hand, and a paddle in the other, and it’s a pretty sure bet the wine glass will see more action than the paddle. Not to say that I am an advocate for drinking and playing at the same time, for I am not. That’s an example of worlds colliding. I can’t travel between worlds if they are crashing into one another.
Knowing is half the battle, as they say. I know this upcoming event will be many different things taking place in a variety of settings with vacillating degrees of intensity. The bigger event 4 weeks later will be no different.
What I want is to be as good as I can be at all things. Communication is the key. If I need john to simply be my sexy dinner date for the evening, then he will still be providing a desired service. We know how to travel these galactic highways. Those back roads.
Bob Seger has just infiltrated my brain as I write this. Here is what he is singing to me:
And we’d steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin’ our share
Workin’ on our night moves.
Every planet I’ve ever visited has a backroom. An alley. A trusty woods. My boy makes any place feel like the home planet. Our planet. Because….as they say….home is where the heart is.