Tonight we're going to the Chamber with Anat. Sara is going to stay home, but I'm still going. I'll be wearing my chaps. Maybe I'll hang the razor strop from my belt as an accessory. The only thing I worry about is being ready to go home about three hours before Anat is. I can't stay up like these young whipper-snappers.

Thursday night Deb said, "Do me on the couch." Or something to that effect. Pointing out that we haven't really christened most of the rooms in the house. It was worth trying, but a little difficult; the couch is kind of narrow for the two of us.

Last night we got way more adventurous, draping towels and sheets over a couple windows with sheer curtains, clearing off the dining room table, laying out a drop cloth. I harnessed one of our smaller dildoes (Deb's choice for the evening) and put on my butch boots. Deb was wearing clothes that were easy to take off, including a nice zip-down-the-front sweatshirt jacket. All she was wearing underneath was a lacy black bra. Very nice.

We kissed and I played with her body for a long time before I bent her face down over the table and placed four white glass-jar candles around her. I teased and caressed, getting her more excited, preparing her. Then I lifted the first candle high and started to pour the wax on her in short, thin streams. We haven't played with wax in a long time, and I remembered how much I like it. Deb would squeal with every splash that hit her. And squirm. Some more than others.

I worked two fingers into her and stroked while I kept pouring, bringing her to come hard. Then I worked into her with the cock. I haven't used a dildo with Deb for probably way over a year because my style of wielding a dildo and her style of taking one got out of synch somehow. But last night it worked great.

When we were done, I got to remember how much of a mess wax makes. I started to peel it off of Deb by hand and mentioned that the wax removal is more fun when I use my knife. Deb asked what was stopping me. I asked if I should go get my knife from upstairs. She said, "Oh, just get one of the butter knives." And then added, "This is the difference between having a scene with your wife and doing one with your girlfriend." It definitely had a domestic air by that time in the evening.

Once I had all the wax scraped off of Deb, we headed out to the hot tub and soaked for a while. Perfect end to a really good day.

Casualties: 2 towels, 1 condom, drop cloth, 4 candles