NSFW: Is she kinkier than me?

Let’s call the new lady in my life M. Actually, calling her a lady is sort of misleading. Not because she’s a man, at least not from what I’ve seen. And I have seen plenty. No, it’s because she is a babygirl. Not just a submissive, but all the way to baby slave (generally considered the ultimate level of submissiveness). Now I’ve done daddy-daughter play before, with J and with B, to various levels of roleplay. With both of them I had some fairly detailed chats… oh well, let’s share some with the boys and girls shall we?

exhibit A – sexting with B

1:52:10 AM B: And yes please daddy
1:52:36 AM B: Pleaaase fuck ME^ and make my mouth all better?
1:52:43 AM Me: good girl.. ok let me put my arm around you so I can pull you onto my cock
1:52:52 AM Me: just slowly don’t worry
1:53:04 AM Me: can you feel daddy sliding into you?
1:53:43 AM B: Nnn daddddy
1:54:08 AM Me: just relax baby. daddy will make you cum
1:54:18 AM Me: nice and slow and deep
1:54:46 AM B: just slowly and rub my clit, please daddy?
1:54:58 AM Me: of course angel
1:55:17 AM Me: you like it when i lick my finger and rub your clit in little circles?
1:55:44 AM B: Yess daddy
1:56:01 AM Me: good
1:56:11 AM Me: im pushing down on it just a little
1:56:37 AM Me: and sliding almost all the way out of your pretty little pussy and back in again
1:56:42 AM Me: all the way inside
1:57:00 AM B: Does my pussy feel good daddy
1:57:12 AM Me: it feels amazing baby girl
1:57:23 AM B: I felt how tight it was the other night

Exhibit B – Sexting with H…

9:43:08 PM honey: oh daddy
9:43:10 PM honey: i wish you would
9:43:14 PM honey: i want you to do everyrthing to me
9:43:18 PM honey: i’m your baby girl
9:43:50 PM Mei: right now I just want to feel your little girl orgasm on my fingers
9:44:19 PM honey: oh daddy, i want you to touch me and make me feel good
9:44:34 PM honey: i feel like with you i could be… i could be really a bad girl, daddy

Exhibit C – Sexting with H’s sister

1:01:41 AM P: yes – what do i call you?
1:02:02 AM Me: you will call me daddy
1:02:09 AM Me: and I will call you my little slut
1:02:15 AM Me: that seems fitting
1:02:58 AM P: yes daddy. I have done as instructed
1:03:08 AM Me: did it hurt?
1:03:22 AM P: yes
1:03:37 AM Me: and did it make you wet as well?
1:04:18 AM P: yes.  may I please touch myself, daddy?
1:04:21 AM Me: no

Anyway, the point is that I have some experience in this area. But I didn’t really know that there was a whole ‘babygirl and daddy’ community. Apparently there are lots of girls who characterize themselves in this way and like to play at being young girls (either pre-legal age or just their own age but dressed up as little girls etc.). Good to know that there are other people who enjoy the same things as me, I had no idea how many. The sexual aspect of it varies, but the point is that for some people, this is a 24/7 thing. And that is the case for M. She posted an ad on Fetlife.com looking for a micromanaging daddy, to tell her when to eat, what to wear, even when to brush her teeth. Some of the daddies are a little overbearing, and the dynamic being what it is, like to do what they like while strictly controlling their little girls. To me that is not a healthy relationship, so I’m going for something a little more open. There will be rules for me too if it turns into a relationship, and the chemistry is certainly there for that to be a strong possibility!

This micromanagement dynamic isn’t something I’ve come across before, but it turns out I’m enjoying it. Since Wednesday, I’ve picked out the clothes for her to wear every day (she has a blog with pictures of all of them). I’ve given her chores to do each day to keep her life in order, and told her a little of what to eat. I also made her a website so she can see what to eat and find meals by ingredient, and list her chores for each day.

What have I got in return? O.M.G. Probably some of the hottest sexting I’ve ever had. Promises of endless sex, anal sex, blowjobs and basically whatever I want. Annd she pays me lots of attention, which is perfect for me. She checks in each morning as soon as she wakes up. She may be kinkier than me. Let’s share again shall we?Little gems like this are what I mean:

i’m sucking on a pacifier right now.. wishing it was Daddy/s cock..

And earlier today

[12-05-13 6:59:01 PM] taking Daddys cock all the way into my mouth… bobbing my head up and down as i suck harder…moving a hand to massage Daddys balls as i milk His cock..
[12-05-13 7:00:56 PM] sucking harder, my entire body rocking into each move.. You feel me gagging on Your cock as i gasp for air.. refusing to let You slip out of my mouth for even a moment..
[12-05-13 7:04:47 PM] sucking even harder.. feeling Daddys balls tighten.. moving her hand up to stroke Your cock as she feasts on You.. moaning hapily against the head of Your cock… using her tongue to beg for Your cum
[12-05-13 7:09:00 PM] -little kitten – sucks harder, loving the taste of You filling her dirty little mouth with all Your cum

So yeah… she’s good. But the 24/7 roleplay and the amazing sexting skills aren’t so much what makes me think she’s kinkier than me. It’s the things she comes up with. Here are this week’s highlights

  • Her going to work (at my instruction but her suggestion) with a butt plug in, Thursday and Friday. Friday without any panties on. On command, she would wriggle against it in her seat.
  • Her taking a picture of her shaved vagina and sending it to me via Skype. (not this pic)

  • Her suggestion that I cum into a popsicle mould and make her a cum popsicle to suck on while she’s here. Working on it at the moment!

  • Her suggestion that I get a remote controlled butt plug for her to wear during our date Thursday/Friday/Saturday/Sunday. I’ve never owned a remote controlled toy before, but it sounds awesome! It’s already been delivered, and it looks like it will be really fun to play with. I’m planning to meet her at the airport on Wednesday and bring it with to liven up the cab ride back to her hotel.

And plans for her time in the city

  • Fucking in the disabled toilets at the event we’re going to
  • Dressing her up in fuzzy pjs and cuddling with a movie on. It’s not all sex
  • Bondage, sex toys and spankings

  • Dressing up together!

Well… it’s going to be a busy week starting Wednesday. I have to go now, popsicles to make!

Life explosion (in a good way)

So herewithfollows the story of my random day yesterday. In the morning I was still mired in sadness at the definitive, absolute end of my romantic relationship with B. Checking my email, I was pleased to see a newsletter (I know, seems unlikely right) from one of my favourite clothing stores, Futurstate. They mentioned an industrial music festival, right here in River City… I mean Montreal. (Pool! No, I’m stopping now). One of my favourite bands, Combichrist, happens to be playing. So I signed up for tickets right away: my first big spend of the day. This perked me up so much I decided to go sex toy shopping (perhaps I’ll share what I bought later).

Later in the morning, I got an email back from a girl I used to see. That turned into a whole series of emails, which turned into us chatting online. She convinced me that I should use fetlife to try and find someone like minded to play around with, or a cuddle buddy, or someone to go to this music festival with. Fetlife is the social network for kinky people I guess. It’s generally less pointless than facebook (as there’s no games or ‘tagging’ pictures), and I have had an inactive profile on there for a while now.

Anyway, I ventured timidly into the foetid abyss that is the fetish world, and decided to join a few groups, put out an ad looking for a buddy to take to some events. As it happened, that post got deleted as I put it in the wrong place. But before I could even realize that, someone commented on my profile picture (nothing special, just me with violet hair). We exchanged a few messages, as I wasn’t sure if I knew her from Vancouver. We instantly clicked and also instantly lapsed into some fairly kinky talk. That migrated to text, then Skype, and before I knew it we were shopping for sex toys together. Random part one is that she’s coming to the Kinetik festival as well and was looking for a date. So I have a date. A date. Have I. Random part two is that she may be staying an extra week… a week which I have some days off. Fabulous.

She seems to be smart, and super cute and perky. She likes a lot of the things I like. So we’ll see if the in-person chemistry is as good as the Skype chemistry. If it is, there could well be lots of super kinky adventures for me to tell you all about. Can’t say I don’t envy you.

In other good news, I found out that me ex roommate/friend/former lover is moving to the city in the summer for school. So I will finally know someone here. Someone who is good at talking to people. Isn’t it strange how life can seem to turn around a single point so very quickly? Perhaps I should say thank you to fetlife. Thank you fetlife :p

 

 

BC – AD: Getting laid in the modern world

If there’s one thing that the last couple of weeks have taught me, it’s that C is definitely not interested in any kind of relationship with me. When someone would rather press their face into the wall than risk contact with you, that sends a sort of message (even if it’s sent from the back of their head). Received and understood.

So last night I was hanging out on messenger, and B came online. We had a talk, although if we’d been dating I’d have had to call it ‘a talk’. I’d known that it was all over for a while, but it still hurt to hear it. Of course, B being B, she wasn’t definite about anything… let’s take a look at some extracts:

7:04:47 PM Me: we hadn’t been talking much lately though so I figured we were done. am I being ridiculous?
7:05:16 PM B: no, and yes.

 

You can actually pinpoint the moment when my heart breaks!

7:07:50 PM Me: be honest though… do I factor into your plans for the future at all?
7:07:58 PM B: things change but we can still be close, no matter what happens though

Seems pretty clear to me…

7:15:55 PM Me: would you still want me to visit later in the year?
7:16:17 PM B: im not sure.

So that’s over. I mean, we may still be friends, but I no longer have a potential visit to look forward to, or anything else really. So B and C are definitely gone, it’s time for A and D. So if your first or last name begins in A or D, and you’d like to have cuddles/sex/a platonic relationship involving lots of poetry in the Montreal area, call 1-800-cuddles (don’t really call that number, I bet it’s some weird sex line)

So, I hear you ask, what’s my situation now in re the romantical arts? Well, this morning I went kink toy shopping and bought a bunch of toys that I will hopefully get to use with someone one day.

Metal Restraints

My number of unused sex toys is now disturbingly high. I just can’t help it. This time though, I did pick some things that I can play with alone, such as cupping equipment (super fun and not really sexual at all). 

Yes, shopping is the classic cure for the blues, and if your blues are relationship related, you can buy relationship toys! Don’t worry though, I haven’t resorted to any sort of inflatable boy/girl yet. Ha that reminds me of Billy Connolly’s tale of Sexy Sadie and Lovely Raquel. So cute, his wonder at the world of sex toys.

Aside from shopping though (and my tumultuous relationship with my credit card), I’m 100% single with no potential relationships for the first time in years. It’s a weird feeling. Let’s see if I can take this opportunity to refocus myself and shift the locus of my identity inside myself. No that’s not some kind of euphemism. What I mean is that I do things for other people. And only other people. Even the things I do for myself I do for others. For example, when I try to work out every day, or when I leave the house, I’m doing it because whoever I’m talking to would be proud of me for those things. And that’s why I work better in a relationship. It motivates me.

It’s weird because I hate relying on people for anything, to realise that I rely on other people for my emotions all the time. But then I thought.. screw that. Instead of working on those things alone, I’ll work on them while trying to get laid. Usually I don’t care about getting laid (hence not caring that I haven’t had sex in seven months), but this week I’ve been super horny. That sometimes happens when someone is teasing me, but that’s not the case right now… if anyone is teasing me I hope that she’s doing it accidentally, because I tease back and I am far better at it. Perhaps it’s all to do with spring and the mystic cycles of nature. Or perhaps it’s all the porn I’ve been watching.

Finally we come to the point then… how to get laid in a city where I don’t know anyone? The modern world has a huge number of options for meeting people, however very few of them involve actually meeting someone in person. For some reason this goes under the name of Social Networking, although I can’t think of anything less social than sending a tweet to some random person on the other side of the world. I’ve tried Craigslisting people (is that a verb?), messaging people on POF (poffing sounds filthy), and even the nearly unprecedented talking-to-people-in-second-cup (let’s call that ‘cupping’). None of these seem to have paid off in terms of new relationships, making new friends, or even a quick grope in the cafe bathrooms (coincidentally, also sometimes referred to as ‘cupping’). They have however created huge amounts of awkwardness. So huge in fact that they may be causing earthquakes on the other side of the globe.

So what next? Where does one go to either get laid or find someone new to talk to when one is an anxious person in a new city? Or should I just keep trying on the POF? TheIntrovertGirl made an interesting point, that she is sometimes convinced by people who are persistent. Bad news for me, as I am easily discouraged and I hate playing games. But I did find a girl last night on POF who might be great for me. So perhaps if she doesn’t reply, I will try again… I did go out of my comfort zone and purchase tickets to an industrial music festival this morning as well though, let’s see if I can meet anyone there!

My recent sex life

Ok so here it is by almost-popular demand: details of my almost-sex life.

Remember in school when we had to ‘compare and contrast’? Let’s give that a try. Rewind to last summer. Here’s what I had going on all up in my stuff (or possibly up in other people’s stuff):

C (the green girl). My relationship with this girl was supposed to be secret, so no real names and no discussion of how we met or how we know each other. But she was fun. I cooked for her a lot and we got drunk many times. More than once we went through over a bottle of gin in one evening together. Yikes. Highlights of our summer include me giving her Ecstasy for the first time, GHB for the first time (with her consent of course) and spending three hours just touching her in a very PG way while she moaned (three separate events btw). So fun. She didn’t really have any exposure to BDSM and I am pretty kinky, so a little introductory pain was in order, which she really really enjoyed.

Apparently her regular boyfriend is very vanilla and unexciting in the bedroom. I was sort of into the idea of having sex with her, apparently she has a ‘magic vagina’ and most boys can usually only last a couple of minutes. I generally have the opposite problem (I often don’t get off at all), so I thought it would be an interesting experiment. But the only time it was really an option was one night when she was super drunk and I didn’t think that was a good idea (although she literally begged me, which was sort of flattering).

P (The sister). She’s the sister of someone that I almost-dated a few years ago. When she broke up with her husband, her sister suggested that seeing me could be fun. Yes, I got a sex recommendation from someone’s sister. I cannot quite get my head around that. I sort of felt like I should have a resume or something. Anyway I’d always liked her, so we hung out a few times and started sleeping together. She is probably the most sexually submissive person I’ve ever met, and she has an unbelievable pain tolerance. To the point where it’s a little scary. Highlights? Probably more weekends of drugs and sex and delicious food. I think Foxy may be my favourite sex drug. GHB is good for cuddles and relaxing, but Foxy is just… crazy.

J (The screamer). Sigh. My ex-girlfriend. I’m not sure if I miss her or if I miss having a girlfriend, or if it’s a little of both. We broke up at the beginning of 2011, but then got closer again during the year until we both thought we could be together again when she got back into Vancouver at the end of the summer. So I broke off my other attachments and we gave it a go. That relationship is worth at least one post by itself, but in sex terms we were a pretty fabulous match. She is into pain and things as well, and kinky like me, but in a fun way. I left her bruised almost every time we were together. She also makes a lot of noise. Like more noise than anyone I’ve ever been with. To the point where I spent most of my time when we were having sex with my roommates in the house trying to keep her quiet. It was a little distracting. Although sort of fun to have someone scream your name ridiculously loudly when the roommates are out.

B (the young one). If you’re reading this darling, I apologize for referring to you as the young one. Perhaps ‘the artist’ would be better. Anyway, B and I first connected last year on Tumblr, and immediately hit it off. We started texting each other every day, and I don’t think there’s been more than a few days since that we haven’t texted. We also had some amazing role-playing sext bouts. Yes that’s a confusing sentence. I mean that we were sexting each other and role-playing in our sexts! I won’t talk about my feelings for her here, because this is supposed to be a sex post. We haven’t done any sex things lately as we’ve both been pretty depressed, but she is cute as hell so I would be up for more of course ;). The only problem is that she’s young. Very young. Life is cruel sometimes, isn’t it?

So there is is. Nothing much since I moved in November, but add the above to my rave fun, and a couple of threesomes (I’ll write about those later if anyone’s interested) and it was a typically eventful summer.

Please comment if you want more details on anything 😉 . I may not supply them, but asking is the first step!