Eros & I are off to Naughty Revival mid-month November.
We were Married on the Night of Hekate, November 16, and we went to NR as part of our Honeymoon celebration. Eros is a talented maker of Mead, libation of the gods (definitely gets my heads spinning), the honey-based wine that was the basis of the original fortnight-long Honey Moon of old.
Now we are celebrating our anniversary. I have to say, I, as a neurodivergent and anxiety/social anxiety person (past life trauma-getting burned at the stake and pitchforked repeatedly will do that), am still getting used to being kinky (and half undressed) in "public". I put that in quotes because although it is a hotel takeover that's closed to non-participants for the weekend, it's a big hotel!
Eros is a bit of a naughty little exhibitionist. It brings out his Cupid energy, and then his Eros energy is always close behind. And since I can't get enough of that good ol' Dominant Eros fire, I enjoy the "public" kinkiness by proxy. Never with regrets, always with butterflies. Part of the fun. His latest micro-batch of mead had better be ready! Not to be crude, but it happens to happily coincide with being NNN because some of my favorite things are orgasm control, tease, edging, and denial. Good thing Eros is also a Pleasure Dom and quite the Sadist in all ways, and he knows all too well how to filigree that pain into edging at all the right times.
So that will be me on the way. So by the time I get there and after a glass of mead, with any luck, the PDA won't bother my uptight a$$ any. I blame my parents. And also rather enjoy it in my twisted masochistic kind of way. It makes me wonder how my Switchy Witchy selves co-exist in my body.
Happy November!
That will be all,
Hekate
