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so it seems to me that as far as this journal is concerned - we've been *in* my head a lot lately... which trust me, has been a good place for me [ sidebar: uh, so apparently we haven't been ANYWHERE lately as far as this journal is concerned... with the exception of the 6 hours I spent last week adding the Whitman quote & updating the banner. Thanks to everyone who kept checking back anyways - I'm going to really try and keep it together this time around. Oh and I hate disappoint anyone, but I'm afraid the rumor about my "secret blog" was just a little wishful thinking on the part of a drama-starved fan.]- but I'm thinking it's about time I update you all on how all these things have been playing out in my life.

Namely... boy update.

Well, Charlie Brown is still with his little red-haired girl. So inevitably our level of contact has drifted off some, and with it - my level of interest (well, at least my more prurient interest). Which is a good thing, at least for my ego. There was a funny bit with the two of them a few weeks back that kind of turned into a comedy of errors of the Shakespearean variety - involving my well meaning, yet ill-informed publicist... but trust me, that's a story best told in person - it just doesn't translate as well online. Had another few "not dates" with the boy. Hanging out with him is incredibly comfortable, and feels really "safe" somehow. Plus I'm finally getting to see other sides to him... but that's people for you - just when you think you have them pegged, they'll surprise you. Still... I'm not holding out much hope for this becoming even remotely romantic. Things with The BMOC are back to normal... which is to say that we're friendly when we bump into each other, but no more accidental meetings of the mouths - as such encounters only tend to confuse things. ok well not really things, just me.

Which brings us to our latest boy adventure... the newly christened, "Dracula". Naming him has been quite the project for me... He was the "nice-not-exactly-Irish-or-Catholic boy" for a beat (for the benefit of Stew) I was thinking "The Player" or "The Biter" (to be explained shortly) but since I couldn't decide between the two... I decided Dracula combined both quite nicely. Ah, anyhow I suppose i should get to explaining my experiences with the prince of darkness... I met him back in January of 04 - and we've run into each other a good dozen or so times since then. He never remembers me. 'Course since he's been preoccupied with investigating the tonsils of a different girl nearly every time I've seen him... well, I can hardly blame him. Given those circumstances, I'm not sure *I* would remember me.

Anyhow, through a series of remarkably unremarkable events - we wound up spending a sizable chunk of time driving together a few weeks back. Already having him pegged as a player, I sat back and watched, incredibly curious as to how exactly this was going to go down. To my surprise, he was completely toothless the entire ride. Amiable and polite, he effortlessly kept the conversation steady - we traded stories and laughed a bit, but it was all completely devoid of flirtation... which of course, made me even more curious to see what would happen when we reached our destination. Sure enough, a few hours (and a few frosty beverages) later, he had developed a habit of lifting me up from behind and twirling me about - thus inciting me to shriek like a 14 year-old on a roller coaster. It was pure, unadulterated junior high-style fun. Our cat and mouse antics eventually culminated in my being rather publicly mauled on the sidewalk - which I have to say I was thoroughly enjoying, when all of a sudden... Ow! He BIT me. Actually BIT me. Not roughly tugging at my lip or a little ear nibble, but actual full teeth chomping down on my neck until I cried out in pain biting.

That's right ladies & gentlemen... I found myself a biter. Which is not really something I have a whole lot of experience with... and though I first I was fairly appalled, I started to find it disturbingly appealing. Of course I still found it necessary to announce to our public that I knew full well what I was getting into & that I wasn't buying a single honeyed word that dripped from his lips. And so it went for the rest of the night – basically one long continuous and very public make-out session punctuated by my alternate shrieks of laughter (due to the tickling, twirling, and ridiculous lines) and agony (more biting with a side of pinching). The next day my neck was so sore it was virtually pulsating and lets not even talk about the finger print shaped marks on my thighs... both of which totally sucked, and yet were incredibly hott at the same time. Every time I caught my reflection that week, I though of him and flushed with fever, often to the point where I started imagining what it would have been like if I had actually fucked him...

Of course since I refused to call him on principle, I had a full two weeks to think about that before I saw him again... which is another story for another day.

And since it took me an entire week to finally finish this entry, I think I ought to include at least a teaser about last weekend:
Memorial Day in Maryland? hell yes. Best barbecue EVER.
Trust me… there's really nothing like coming home fully sated & sore in all the right places. Especially after a 7 month fast ;)


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Jun. 4th, 2005 01:07 am (UTC)
niiice. I've been with a biter before.. and like you, at first I wasn't so sure about it but after a while I sorta was getting into it.. I looked like I had been in a fight when I went back to work after that weekend..bruises and purple marks on my neck and chest.. hell, even my EARLOBES were purple...

Jun. 4th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
yeah... after round two I had actual bite marks on my arm... upper & lower sets of teeth... it was pretty hysterical, and well, kinda hott ;)
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Jun. 4th, 2005 07:16 pm (UTC)
sure you can. I'm just being intentionally vague :-P
Jun. 12th, 2005 04:28 am (UTC)
Mind if i add you? I laughed out loud.
Jun. 12th, 2005 05:27 pm (UTC)
of course you may!
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