Welcome back, my dear loyal reader! I have missed you and have stories to tell! Did you miss me? It’s ok if you didn’t. Because we both know you’re lying through your slutty little teeth!
Wait, what the fuck?
Anyway, I’m back from my trip to go see my most amazing slutty angel, and I had the best time. I don’t think I’ve ever had a happier stretch of consecutive days in my life! Hell, I’m not sure my 21 best days prior to this trip (not consecutive, just 21 best in general) can even come close to topping this.
Yes. 21 days. 3 whole weeks. It was supposed to be for 2ish weeks, but plans change and we decided to extend it a bit more. And I’m so glad we did! I’ll go through and hit some of the highlights.
I will not, however, go into too much detail on the… umm… more intimate things, as they are not just my stories to tell. We shared a lot of amazing moments together, but generally, the kinky details will be omitted.
So, I fly in and she meets me at the airport. I opt to surprise her with something cute because it’s what I do. As I’m walking through the airport, I’m recording a random message for her that also includes the moment we meet in person and that unforgettable feeling of the first hug. People can remember those things. She can listen to it all she wants.
You're right. I’m adorable. We go to a hotel room on a beach for the first couple nights. We were in our own little amazing private bubble. We walked up and down the beach collecting shells and cool rocks. We talked. We laughed. We smiled a lot. The only way it could have been more perfect was if we didn’t have to leave and could stay in that bubble forever.
She also made me try Thai food. I had drunken noodles. Fucking great! But!!! They taste weirdly familiar to me and I don’t know why! Like, it’s a common taste, but I can’t place it. So if you know, my lovely reader, please tell me!!
After the amazing beach trip, we went back to her house for the remainder of my stay. And let me say, never have I ever felt more calm, more at peace, or more at home than I did with this girl. She’s truly the best. There will be no arguments on that. From you, my loyal reader, or from her.
A little less than a week in, something interesting happened to me. We were having a particularly fun night, very intense and very enjoyable. Everything started to feel… different. The room, hell, the world faded away. I was focused purely on my beautiful angel. Everything was so different than anything I have ever felt. I felt completely intoxicated, yet still fully in control and in the moment.
The next morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It caused me to do a bit of research, and after a fair bit of reading, I’m pretty sure I had my first experience with Dom space. I didn’t even really know that was a thing until I started reading up on it. So that was pretty neat. It was a such a wonderful thing to have happen with this beautiful girl.
A couple days after that realization, I discovered something else that’s pretty new for me. For a few months, I’ve been trying to figure out what kind of Dom I am. There are so many different types and ways of doing things that I just wanted to find out where I fit into the lifestyle.
I’m not a high protocol kind of guy, I’m not the most strict or disciplinary, I’m not really a Daddy although I do have some of those tendencies. I’m not a brat tamer or looking for a slave or any of the multitude of other wonderful types. Where do I fit??
After a little talking about it, we figured out that I’m a Pleasure Dom. Apparently that’s a fairly newer thing that started over the last few years so there isn’t a lot information on it, but it seems to fit. One of the biggest concepts that I feel is accurate, is that I take pleasure from giving my partner orgasms just as much, if not more at times, than I get from my own.
Sounds fun, right? Well… we learned after a lot of forced orgasms… yum… that I’m also a bit of a sadist in that I’ll make you cum until it hurts. And then about 10 more times. Well, only 10 if you’re a good girl. Maybe 20. Or let’s see what happens when I put you on a clock. You have an hour, so I’m going to make you cum as much as possible. Let’s set some high scores!!
I’m not going to tell you my high score… but holy shit. I’m fucking proud of myself! You should be too!
So yeah, apparently I’m a Pleasure Sadist. I have no idea if that’s actually a thing or not. But I love how it sounds, so I’m taking it and wearing it like a badge of honor!
The trip was so amazing. I tried so many different things and we had so many different “firsts” that I’m still trying to process some of it. Some sexual, some just regular life, all of it was absolutely perfect.
The only bad thing was that it had to come to an end at some point. And that was today. I flew back home today, and I can’t (and won’t) try to explain the levels of sadness we both felt as I boarded my plane. It was rough.
But I suppose all good things must end so that we can look forward to the next time we meet, right?
I miss her already. Damn. This little slutty thing has me wrapped around her finger, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
