So we started of the date last night in a fairly low-key mood. It was after eight and I was feeling languid and drained from my all-day meeting. We crawled under the covers and talked about everyday stuff for a while. And then I remembered a fantasy I'd had about Sara on Sunday.

I told her that I'd been thinking of the three days we would have together soon, and I'd imagined laying her out on the dining room table and having her there. She made an "ungh" noise and asked, "Face up or face down?"

Since it was a fantasy, I'd done it both ways, I told her, talking about the benefits of each position, whispering it in her ear. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so languid anymore.

Though we had initially planned to do a Julian/Eleanor scene, we decided from the start of the date to just see who, if anyone, popped up. So a scenario just started emerging.

She was wondering who would take her on the table like that. Masta Chief? Joe?

I told her I wanted it to be a stranger, anonymous. The house would be dark so that no one could see inside the windows. We have translucent curtains in the living room and dining room. With the lights on, anyone passing by would be able to see.

We talked about a woman who began to have a lust for anonymous sex. Who wanted to follow men into a deserted restroom, touch someone on the train and follow him home at his stop, sit next to a man at a movie in the middle of the day when the theater was empty except for the two of them. And that's the one we ran with.

She would touch him, stroke him, fold back the dividing arm rest, lower her head and take him into her mouth. And then follow him to his car when the film was over. Pushing him down into the back seat, pulling her skirt up around her hips, straddling him and fucking him.

It took several tries to perfect her technique. Her first seductions involved too much risk. One man tried to follow her as she drove out of the parking lot. Then she started taking their keys from them when they would get in his car.

Most men were just grateful. Not believing their luck. Some would slip their phone number into her purse, her bra. But she never contacted anyone, until now. She called this one (me) back. They met at a coffee shop, she followed him to his apartment. He asked her questions. I had a lot of fun during this part�asking her about the other men, her methods, if she ever saw any of them on the street. She said she didn't look at their faces, she didn't want to, and she wouldn't recognize them. But she knew his voice. His voice, the way he spoke to her that first time, that was why she had called. They fucked like mad, and then she wanted to go home. He didn't want her to leave. In fact, he got off on her stuggles.

She told him that lots of people knew where she was, that the police would come if she didn't check in by a certain time. He called her bluff.

And then it morphed into a vampire scene. He bit her. She thought he was a vampire wannabe freak. Sara gave me some pretty stiff shoving and fighting at this point, so I may have some bruises showing up later. He hypnotized her. Got her to admit that there was no one who knew where she was. Told her he would come to her again. And he advised her to leave the apartment as soon as she woke up, before the real residents arrived home.

Pretty damn fun. We did the whole thing in the dark. Usually we've got candles or a lamp on. The first time I checked the clock, it was 10:10, time for us to wrap up. Okay, one more quick one, but that's it. I told her to come fast and hard, and by god did she. Whew. I love having sex with that woman.

Casualties: two towels, one bed pad, the fitted sheet, and the foam underpad. I know I should try to be neater, but dammit, right when I'm in the middle of everything, I just don't want to go grab another pad and towel and do all that arranging. I'd rather do laundry.

I went to bed and woke up with the scent of sex on my hand. Mmmm. Love that part, too.

I'm afraid I've fallen way behind in keeping up with everyone's lives. I just don't have as much time to read anymore. And I keep running into new and interesting diaries. I've got 68 people listing me as a favorite, 24 sluts, and then my own buddy list. Damn.

So some "hey"s go out to Kenraie, who kindly offered to kill me, as requested, yesterday, but in the interest of her own self-preservation donated some drugs and a cattle prod instead; to the Italian witch, who fessed up to lots of Badsnake reading without having to be publicly shamed into it; to Beight, who might just make it to the Angela Motter show in Northampton�lucky girl; to Oblivia, who seems to be in one of the most sane/safe/ethical/fun poly/kinky male-dom, female-subs, Master/slave relationships I've run across. Her Master, William, also joined the Sluts ranks, so you can read about it from both sides; and finally, to Alindala, who sent me a little special sumpin' in the mail that made me grab for my vibrator. If I left someone out, it's not because I don't love you. Honest.

That's it for now.

On my way home I'm going to take pics of the fire-gutted bowling alley, plus, take special surprise bonus photos for my readers tomorrow.

Tonight, Deb's making chicken ravioli with a tomato sauce (and lots of it, I hope). We'll watch Buffy and Angel, and I plan to go to bed early for my morning Spa Girl walk.

P.S.

Dear Patron Goddess of Underappreciated Creative People,

Please help the good writers in Hollywood get what they need quickly so that a long, arduous strike with devastating fall schedule consequences is not necessary, and everyone can get back to writing my favorite TV shows (particularly Buffy, Angel, Gilmore Girls, Malcolm in the Middle, and The Simpsons). You don't have to take care of the people who write the shows I hate.

Love,
Badsnake

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