Dungeon Sweet Dungeon maybe?

I had an interesting time last night. Although I was dressed ridiculously (because I had to be), I had quite a bit of male attention. A few of the men I've known for a while - but none that I have spoken of here before. A new gentleman moved in and the others took a wide berth. It was almost comical to watch as they watched me. One of my friends occasionally had a little sign language moment with me from across the bar to make sure I was "OK". Maybe he should have asked The Marine. A lovely young thing in uniform. A bit on the slight side but nice just the same. He tried so very hard, but I was in no mood to play with a new man. Besides, he is only in town for the weekend and I am not open to either a one night stand, or a long distance thing. I wasn't prepared for the night anyway. I experimented with something last night - a new scent. More research is required. I have very high hopes...

I will be unavailable for much for the next few weeks. I have closed on my house and have been busy moving in and cleaning up. The yard alone has taken many hours and I'm nowhere near done. The boxes are virtually gone. There are still a few things I can't find. I am having a housewarming party in a few weeks. The Prig has said he is coming. I'm wondering if he'll be bringing his new woman. It will be interesting. My mix of friends should be amusing. Well, to me at least. I hope they all obey themselves. I'm not sure if a room mate is in the future, so I have to be careful about extracurricular activities. A few alterations to the basement would be necessary for nice things. I've often wanted to host a party for those in the lifestyle. I'll have to start the networking soon...

New Homestead

Hello again. I've been inexcusably absent since February, I know. I've been quite busy. Lately my "activities" have been sparse to say the least. In other words, nothing to write to you about. I plan to change that when I can.

I saw The Scottsman last week but it was strangely anti-climactic. (No pun intended there.) Although the company was "nice", the magic is indeed gone. He is unusually astute when it comes to reading moods, and pretty much knew I wasn't interested in his game. I sent him home without and was relieved when he was gone. I haven't heard from him since. Pretty Boy has taken his leave and I've lost interest in him as well. The Prig has found himself a regular girlfriend I hear. I haven't talked to him in a long while.

While I was out of town, I received an email from a Mistress I've known for a bit. She and her husband are interested in renewing their activity with me I guess. I haven't answered it yet, but I dare say it will have to wait a little while longer. I am closing on a house on Monday afternoon. It's a lovely old house with lots of charm and a nice basement. Fodder for future escapades? Maybe. It's a single family home, so there are no neighbors very close to eavesdrop.

Feel free to scream as loud as you want...

Like the song of the siren, luring you in

I haven't abandoned you, I promise. I've been quite busy. I haven't been feeling well this week, so I've been reading quite a bit and trying to recover. Today I christened my new lotus china tea cup with the built-in tea strainer. I've tried two different kinds of new gourmet loose tea and some very nice honey. I need to make a mental note not to add as much honey to the last blend. It overwhelmed the taste of the tea which didn't need as much sweetness.

I spent the morning looking over real-estate listings sent to me by my agent. Yes, dear hearts, I am buying a house at last. I find that "Someone" is looking out for me "Up There" and I seem to be in the market at the right time. I've found several in my price range that have a garage or a full basement. That might afford me some future opportunities, might it not? One of the properties is newly renovated and even has a pool, but the location might not be right. There are even two in my price range that are over 100 years old. Now that just thrills me to my bones. I love an old house. I'll be scouting nine properties next week. I'll need one with some privacy...maybe some trees.

Pretty Boy has not contacted me in a while. Actually, I just realized that. I hadn't noticed until I decided to update this. I have heard from The Prig. A word here and there. He seems to be resurfacing. Quietly, so as no one would notice. I have. I commented on it to him. He says he's back for now. Maybe what he means is that he's back until he becomes bored with the little people again. Maybe we are more alike than we realize. He popped up on my IM the other night, to my surprise. Sometimes I liken him to a cat. You see, you can't track a cat down and pick him up. You have to sit still and wait for him to come to you. He will. Eventually. That's why cats always go to people who hate cats - they're the only ones not trying to pet them. (And there's my bit of pet psychology for the evening...)

As for me, I'm content. There's nothing I need. I've covered almost all of my wants, and I can wait for the rest to come. In the meantime, I'm "dressing me well" ala the Pussycat Dolls and my new mantra "Bad Girl". I just acquired a leather motorcycle jacket in a decidedly non-characteristic pink. Just sweet enough to be deceptive...

Veal or Bull?

I had lunch with a couple of girlfriends the other day. One that follows this blog, and the other does not. It's not that I don't want her here, it's just that she hasn't been invited yet. I compartmentalize my life. I don't think that anyone would be surprised. I just prefer for this to be a "free" space. I have to protect my vanilla self. She's the one with the job that would not support my extracurricular activities in daylight...

Pretty Boy has surfaced again. As is true to my nature, my interest has waned. He has proven himself to be...immature and unworthy. I saw him at our "office" Christmas party. I decided to be nice. Smiled at him, invited him to speak to me with a look. I'd wondered if I'd see him. I was dressed casually, but apparently succeeded in drawing a lot of attention. I'd chosen a soft, feminine leather jacket that fit like a tailored glove. I was propositioned by more than one young man that night, but I was not in the mood for Veal. Pretty Boy proceeded to get sloppily drunk and his ex-girlfriend hung all over him. I left early and did not think twice about it. He sent me an email a couple of days later requesting that I call him. Amused, I dialed the phone and left a message. We talked for a while, but I went to a party later that night, so I got the following text:

pb: I'm sorry I was a dick to you, that's not really me. I think you're a very cool and interesting person. You def didn't deserve to be treated the way I was to you.

I'm sure he was expecting a return "That's ok.", which of course he did not receive. I sent back "I appreciate that." Because, of course, it was not okay for him to be disrespectful. I have avoided contacting him, but have responded to his texts. On New Year's Eve he started with the overtures. I suspect it was because he was working and bored. I was neither. I mentioned that I would be drinking mimosas in the morning and needed some croissants to go with them, he offered to bring some over when he left work. And then he wrote:

pb: I can come over with the croissants and we can mess around.

I did not answer that. He did not show up in the morning. At least, I did not hear him knock if he did - I slept in very late, for me. Let's face it, he is unreliable. I can't really believe anything he says. He no longer really registers for me. His window of opportunity has shut. It would take an act of Congress to get me interested again. It amuses me to toy with him though. Yeah, "mess around". What imagination you show...

As for The Prig... I don't hear from him very often. I let it go for the holidays because he had family around. I will be revisiting him soon.

Hopefully the new year will bring new opportunities. I haven't decided if my tastes are leaning toward Veal or the wizened Bull yet. I'm not so sure that I need to make a decision at all. I can and will have both or either as I see fit. I'm in no hurry to break my streak. One year and seven months and I still have not had sex, but I am in no rush. But I do have a brand new box of condoms ready to be opened if I see fit. It's so much easier to say no when you don't remember what you're missing.

Circus

It seems inconceivable that Britney Spears could speak for me, but herein lies the proof:

There's only two types of guys out there.
Ones who can hang with me
And ones that are scared.
So baby I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship, so beware.

That's me. In a nutshell.

I would have traded in the cold...

I asked The Prig for a rematch...but alas. He has decided to go to the Bahamas for the week. *sigh* If he hadn't been with family I may have hopped on a plane and gone with him.

Maybe I misjudged...

Monday night I was on the phone. It was late. Well, it was late for me, around 11pm. When I hung up I discovered that The Prig had sent me a text message. Hmmm. That can only mean one thing. He must be out and in need of some companionship. I had other things happening and wasn't sure I was in the mood. I decided to see what was on his mind. He decided he wanted to make the 25 minute drive to me, so I let him. I had changed into a velvet chemise and had nothing else on but I was tired, so I decided to lie down while I waited. He knew where he was going, so I wasn't worried he'd get lost. I was not aware, however, that I'd left the door unlocked. I didn't hear him come in.

The Prig slipped in and startled me when he climbed into bed with me. he never said a word. The man was a man possessed. He kissed me hard, undressed me immediately (not that there was much to remove) and then proceeded to undress himself. What I found most interesting is how the whole scene played out. He set out to pleasure me as if were his job. There was no sex, no pleasuring of him whatsoever. I barely touched him. He spent the next hour with his tongue attempting whatever maneuver he could think of that would make me cum. He took me by such surprise that I did not cum. I came so close that I think it scared me a bit. In the end, he wrapped his arms and legs around me and apologized for not being adequate enough. "?"

This man has given me quite the opposite impression of what he might actually be. He has never given me any reason to believe that he was interested in me other than maybe an occasional fuck some day. But some of the things he said, the way he acted? I was left utterly confused. He made this all about me. Why? Why does a man do that? When I got up in the morning I left him in bed to sleep. I was surprised he stayed. Again...why? I was under the impression it was a physical thing and there was no reason for the formality. When he left he told me not to be a stranger and then commented that my place was very clean and that was good. He liked that. "???" Okay. So what am I to make of this??

As for Pretty Boy...I was a bit surprised that he does indeed have quite a reputation in town. He even has a nick-name. I had to laugh. And indeed - bullet dodged!