Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

Many moons ago I attended a women-only play party. I was supposed to go with a friend of mine, but she bailed, and I ended up attending on my own. While I was there, I started chatting with this girl and we had a conversation that was literary geek heaven. We compared favorite books, and then we started plotting a children’s book at the table while everyone around us pretty much sat and rolled their eyes. I had insta-crush, because she was all cute and smart and dorky and stuff*. After about 2 hours of chatting I got up the nerve to ask her if she was a top or a bottom, and she admitted that she was a top, but that she was nervous about playing at the party because she hadn’t actually really had a chance to top before. I volunteered that I was an experienced stunt-bottom, and told her that if she ever wanted someone to practice on I’d be happy to throw myself beneath her. She said “how about now?” and we wandered off to find some place to play.

I don’t remember all that much about the scene, the feel of her hands on my skin, my telling her it was okay to hit me harder, and making really stupid literary jokes at each other, but one thing sticks in my mind. I didn’t just want to play with her. I liked her, and was quite attracted to her, so I asked her “Have you seen The Princess Bride?” and when she said yes, I asked her “Is this a kissing scene?” in the voice of the young boy. After she stopped laughing, she asked me if I would like it to be a kissing scene, I admitted that that was the reason I had brought it up, and then she kissed me**.

Afterwards, several of her friends came up to her all excited, because she’d been going to parties for months and months and had never played. I felt all gleeful in a “corrupter of the innocent” way, and we ended up dating for a few months until I had my surgery and dropped out of circulation to freak and then heal. Oddly enough, the friend I was supposed to attend that initial play party with is now madly in love with one of the girl’s coworkers and friends (who she didn’t meet in a scene context). It’s a very small world.

Even though the relationship has faded away, I’m really glad it happened, and I don’t know if it would have had I not had the guts to ask her “Is this a kissing scene?” I need to take myself as an object lesson and remember to use that line next time I’m out with a geek and feeling disappointed that it isn’t.

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*So sue me. I have a type.
**I really like kissing. It’s one of my favorite things. Huh. Along the lines of my previous post, I’ve just realized that you can actually sing “Cock sucking, kissing, and cookies, and napping” to the tune of “these are a few of my favorite things.” It scans! I can’t decide whether to be happy at the fact that it works or horrified at the thought that some day I’m going to catch myself singing that out loud. In public. Oh gods. It’s started already… “Cock sucking, kissing, and cookies, and napping, beating and biting and fucking and slapping, knives that are edgy and canes that go sting, these are a few of my favorite thiiiiiiiiings”