And since me bleeding is always an occasion for public comment, I figured I'd just belatedly turn my page red and talk about the oragami-sized (9.5"x6.5") feminine hygiene pads again. I had Deb buy me a new pack of pads last week, and these too are funky sized. They are 11 inches long with a wingspan of 6.25 inches. Those fuckers are so long I felt like I had a chubby wagging in front and a tail flapping in back. No kidding. I could use the front end to wipe my nose and the back end to hitch up a trailer.

Okay. Enough pad jokes.

But speaking of bleeding, here's how I hurt myself during a date while we were on vacation.

Unfortunately, I didn't write this up quickly enough, so a lot of my memory of the event is gone for good, now. Some of this info might be erroneous. Sara will let me know.

We were on vacation, and we were having an overnight girlfriend swap. So Deb was with Jake in the front bedroom with the kingsize bed, and Sara and I were in the back bedroom, which has a full and a twin sized bed. This was the second swap of the vacation and we'd learned our lesson about having sex in the bed we intended to sleep in. Nobody likes a wet spot, no matter how much fun it was to make it.

Anyway, we were playing with Julian and Eleanor. Julian was trying to throw El into a hypnotic state right off the bat. A big mental blitz meant to make her cooperative.

She fought it, but he prevailed eventually.

The underlying motive for the whole scene was to give me a chance to spend some time tying up Sara, and to give her the chance to enjoy it. On this particular night, we were both kind of tired and actually considered going to sleep and putting off sex until the morning. I told Sara that I'd been thinking up a way that I wanted to have Julian tie up Eleanor, and she didn't need much more convincing to give it a try.

Once I had her in thrall, I first had her undress. I placed a bed pad and a beach towel under us. Then I proceeded with the bondage. I used a long hank of white nylon rope to bind her ankles together ... but apart. Let me see if I can describe it. Imagine Sara, lying on her back. Her knees and feet are up in the air, but about a foot apart. I looped the rope around her ankles twice and secured that with a square knot. Then I wrapped the rope around and around the lengths of rope between her ankles from the first two loops. This kind of binding secures the feet at a certain distance apart. I did a little wrapping on each side so that the remaining end of the rope protruded from the center of the wrapping. I looped the rest of the rope around some handy curves on the headboard and tied the end back to the ankle binding. This left her legs suspended.

Then I tied her wrists together with a double strand black rope and wove those ends into the Vee of rope triangulating her ankles and each side of the headboard.

It was pretty cool.

But then I tried for the actual fucking portion of the evening. The angles were ... interesting. And, at one point I had my head next to hers and my hand reaching down between her legs. I was fucking away when I noticed the increasing pain on my forearm. See, the ends of the nylon rope are melted into hard little knots with the occasional sharp burr. One of those burrs was scratching the skin away from my arm as I moved back and forth and back and forth against it. But Sara was close to a really big orgasm, so I didn't stop until she was done with it. I had a road-rash type scab from that for a while. Ahhh, but love is painful sometimes.

It was a great date. We went to bed, woke up in the morning, and had more sex, but hell if I can remember what we did. I know we were still playing with Jules and El. It was raining. Maybe Sara can remind me. Maybe she can demonstrate.

I love my life.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

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Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11