The world.... let's be honest kinda sucks right now. We're all a little lonely, a little stir crazy, a little sad maybe. Even those of us, like myself, who are lucky enough to be with the one they love are feeling and maybe struggling with the tension created by this whole situation.
Today, actually over the past couple days, I've been reminded of something important. Laughter. Life can be funny, sex can (and should sometimes) be funny, kink can DEFINITELY be funny. Here on the cage we've got a whole group of people with dirty minds, too much time on their hands, and absolutely no sense of shame. If that's not a recipe for hilarity I don't know what is.
This is all a big lead in to let me tell you some funny stories, because I think it's important to remember the levity when life gets serious. So lets get a little funny, a little sexy, and definitely a little weird.
The butt.
This was years ago(like early college), rather early-ish in Sir and I's kinky days. We were house sitting for my husbands parents. It was our first go with over the door cuffs (and no I didn't fall on my ass, thought that's a fair assumption). The session itself went well, fun with dildos was had, butts were plugged, nipples were clamped, etc. Anyway we wrap it up, after care, go to bed. The next morning we're up going about the day when at some point we notice the.... silhouette. The distinct butt shaped mark on the back of the door. A mark that WILL. NOT. COME. OFF.
That was the day we learned an important lesson, that lube+wooden door=stain.
The room that was my husbands bedroom is now an office, and the butt mark? Still there. Awaiting the day someone besides us looks at it just right and realizes....
Existential Hobbes
We've all done it at least once I think. We've all had that moment where we think, let's film ourselves having sex. It could be fun to do, and fun to watch later right? So we set up our shitty phone camera off to the side, and get about the fun business. At some point the camera gets knocked over, but whatever we still watch it afterwards. On the wall we have a piece of art that's Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes drawn in stuffed animal form (We're dorks we have a lot of weird nerd art.) and the camera fell in such away that it was angled directly up at Hobbes face. His serious, stuffed tiger face. Combined with the ongoing noises of sex in the background, creating some surreal image of existential absurdity that I'm greatly failing to describe the hilarity of. It's been years and existential Hobbes is still an inside joke between us.
Yakety sax.
Some miscellaneous nonsense here.
Anybody else ever chased down a kitten with a condom in it's mouth while completely naked? That one kinda speaks for itself.
Picture this if you will. I'm leaned over the bed, in a corset, hands tied behind my back, just finished being a little mouthy. Sir is behind me with the paddle "You're going to count to twenty with me kitten. One..." Right then after the first whack my brother calls me. My brothers ring tone is the Looney Tunes theme song. Laughing hysterically in a corset is hard.
There's plenty more, but I'll save a few for another time. It's a strong possibility that these aren't funny to anyone but me. In which case everyone gets a good chuckle at how funny I THINK I am.
Either way these are important times to remember to smile and laugh where we can.
