Dom #1

So - those of you who read regularly - know that I have 2 dates in 2 nights.

Dom Date # 1 aka FashionMan -- who will need a new nickname (please submit your recommendations by January 12, 7pm CT on a 3 x 5 index card addressed to Zoom Box 350, ,Boston Mass O-2-1-3-4 (send it to Zoom!))

ok

spoilers

I've been fucked silly.

but first things first.

FM (for now - until he gets a real name) lives  - I kid you not - walking distance from my house.  So - once we identified that, and chatted a bit

things got - maybe a bit too familiar

because all of a sudden, I realized that I was breaking rules
lots of rules

I let him pick me up

AT MY HOUSE

(what  a moron -- yeesssss let the sadist know where you live - because none of them ever turn out to be psycho killers)

He came by to pick me up and I invited him in -the houses on my street have a slightly different style than his area -- I showed him around and he looked at me

he looked me up and down
surveying me

and smiled
that proprietary Domly smile
and reached out a hand

his thumb on one side of my jaw
and his long fingers on the other
and held me there
and kissed me
very very completely
eventually walking me backwards until my back was against my pantry

and I started to realize that dinner might end up optional
that as he moved my hands over my head
that I was a goner.

fucked

I asked meekly if we could go out for dinner and we laughed a bit - and we headed out the door

you'll remember the greek place with the waiter who had a crush on me

we went there
crush extinguished
poor man

and had a nice dinner
he's a sit-on-the-same-side-of-the-booth-man

which is so grating with a man you don't care for
but cozy and nice with a man you like

and I drifted back over dinner
back into control

He drove us back and invited me to his place

and again
I threw the rule book out

and before I knew it -- I'm at his house -- and he's pinching my sides -- that spot that our Nilla calls her kitties

and the bastard is pinching and exploring
and I'm hanging on to the illusion that I'm still in charge

but I'm not

not even a little
and before you know it
your friend
has thrown caution to the wind

has risked being a convenient fuck
the epitome of a convenient fuck

the fuck around the corner

and was taken home
cum covered
and worn out

and covered
covered
covered
with fine bruises
that are going to be twice as bad tomorrow

leaving no chance in hell that Dom # 2 will be getting to 2nd base
as I hadn't planned to discuss Dom # 1 with Dom # 2.

So - I bet you're wondering if FM is going to be the Dom for me?

well

we'll see
we'll see if throwing every rule out the window is ok

because after all -- I've often joked that I was perfectly willing to share a zip code with a man - just not my house.

Yeah

FM needs a new name

and just in case I forgot who's in charge?
he gave me permission to masturbate one more time before bed
what a gentleman.

(I need some dang ice packs)