Because I like lists, and because this week has been a little boring so far, I bring to you.... 10 random memories (mostly related to sex)!
- My First Ego Boost: I was in 1st year engineering, had this amazing crush on a boy, seduced him, blew him, got over him... but apparently I'm a good cocksucker... this guy kept tracking me down online for YEARS afterwards trying to hook up again, saying I was the best blow he'd ever received.
- My First Proposition: hmmm.. also in my 1st year of university... Had a pretty mediocre one night stand with a med student, who weeks later then offered to pay me to come over if I'd have anal sex with him. I declined.
- Slut Shoes of Doom: Are we seeing a trend here? My first year of university, I purchased my first pair of slut shoes... easily 5" heels, platform sole, etc... and the honest to god flimsiest, least substantial ankle strap. I'm not sure what I was thinking. I wore these things around the house for weeks, making sure I could walk in them, and they certainly got a lot of use at first... until the first time my weight didn't come down squarely on the heel and the ankle strap demonstrated how non-existent it was. Not learning my lesson, I wore these years later for a blind date, and while crossing the street took a header while holding a grande mocha. The scar on my knee took years to fade. Believe it or not, I still have these shoes, collecting dust. I can't bare to throw them away, but you couldn't pay me to put them back on.
- How I Met DH: DH and I 'met' on ICQ through the random chat function. One of those chat partners that you randomly talk with now and then, but never very seriously. One day I had an unexpected day off of work, and DH was planning on going to a kinky craft fair. He asked if I'd like to go, and I said yes. He was 45 minutes late picking me up, in which time I secured the phone number of an elderly plumber named Ishmael who was hitting on me in the parking lot I was waiting in. I made a number of purchases at that craft fair, many of the toys I still use lovingly to this day. The next day I made it clear to DH that I was not interested in him romantically. A week later we were dating.
- My Mad Midori Crush: Midori, for those who don't know, is a fantastic sex educator who focuses quite a bit on kink related topics... she used to be called Fetish Diva Midori, though I'm not sure if she's still using that moniker. Anyways, whilst in the middle of a terrible breakup, I went to see her workshop on 'aural sex' and instantly fell in love. I ended up volunteering for a demonstration and that woman got me squirming in front of a room full of strangers without even touching me! Years later, with DH, we were at a predicament bondage workshop with her, where I once again volunteered. As I was getting undressed, Midori complimented my boots and made as if to steal them. Honest to god I would have given them to her and gone home barefoot if they'd have fit her. Swoon.
- My First Master: Back to 1st year uni. I was exploring a more... formal... sense of kink and community and met a gentleman online. We began chatting, e-mailing, talking on the phone, etc. I was in Ontario, he was in Missouri. Did I also mention that I was 18, and he was 58? This man taught me so many incredible things, and then paid for me to come down and visit him for a weekend. Not being *completely* stupid, I set up periodic safe calls with a friend of mine, then hopped on a plane. This was an incredible weekend, and I learned much in the way of old-guard service. We lost touch shortly after that weekend and I really don't know what's happened of him, but I hope that he remembers our time as fondly as I do.
- Best way to learn a language: When I was in highschool, I dated a boy who was Dutch, and he and his family enjoyed teaching me little phrases and songs. Apparently, my Dutch accent is close to perfect immediately after I orgasm. The rest of the time it sucks.
- My Red Wings: Picture it Dear Readers - I'm in 9th grade and at the National Science Fair (ignore how geeky I was as a child please)... In the worst of my goth phase, I immediately sought out and clung to the other goths in the group, all of us feeling horribly out of place in the 'normal' clothes our parents made us pack. Housing was on a university campus and despite chaperone's best efforts, shenanigans happened. Hanging out with 'Paul', a boy a few years older than me, we ended up having a fling for the duration of the trip, which sadly coincided with my period. Talk about enlightenment when this darling boy didn't see this as a barrier to us fooling around!
- My Latest Pair of Slut Shoes: As a reward for hitting my 175lb goal (as an aside, I'm currently 168, which means that I've lost a total of 20lbs from my peak weight... that seem so incredible when I word it like that, when really I don't feel much different) Sir purchased me a new pair of slut shoes. Standing in Seduction, waiting for the sales girl to return with another pair to try on, I decided to give LD a hug. Before I knew it, He had a hand between us and I was using all of my concentration to stay *very* *very* quiet as Sir made me orgasm in the shoe section of Seduction. These new shoes started off their life with me with a very happy memory.
- My Career in Porn: When DH and I were first dating, I did a stint working in the porn industry... there are plenty of videos still floating around of me out there if you're so inclined to go find them. What I naively thought would be a big money maker ended up being a complete waste of my time. While the pay rate of $150+ an hour is great, you only get paid for the actual time the camera is on, not all of the prep beforehand. I couldn't complain too much though, I got to have sex with some pretty hot chicks. The money in internet porn, of course, is with the producers and guys actually selling/syndicating the films. Now THAT I'd be interested in getting in to... I could star and co-produce my own series of Rubenesque Brunette videos and make a killing. Whaddya think LD?
