'Holding out for a Hero'

This song has a tendency to get stuck in my head quite often. Some days I'll end up playing it several times a day just to get lost in the daydreams. Yesterday was one of those days.

A new fantasy intruded within seconds of the first playing yesterday. I step out onto the crowded dance floor, drawn by this song that resonates with me so, and alone I start dancing. I'm not alone for long though, as my own personal hero appears from out of the crowd and grabs my hand, and soon we're dancing together so wildly that the crowd has to step back. I don't even see them as he swings me and spins me, manipulating me with strength and passion, his lips brushing my neck as our bodies crush together, his hands exploring every curve. We might as well be having sex right there on the dance floor, and before the song is half-over I'm in tears for shear joy and release.

Where's my hero?

I'm gonna go daydream again. Maybe I should join a dance class.

HNT: Again with the Tying Up

OMG Southern Exposure was a blast. While I recover from the three late night parties in a row and finish the list of things I want to write about, here's something for you to perve at.

The Satyr seems to be getting me trussed up for something. 0: )

HHNT

Reporting on Bits and Bobs

I know I have been rather quiet lately. I do hope that this will end shortly, once I am freed from the demands of study. I do not want this blog to disappear, or fade into the obscure ether of the net (and I know my adoring fans don't want it to either).

My date last week was ... okay. We had been exchanging messages online for a while, and some things he said certainly resonated with me, but I had told myself quite firmly to trust my instincts on this one (as they have proved right on every prior occasion despite my best efforts, both to ignore them and try and make it work), and my gut instinct the moment I saw him was a resounding 'no'. It was a good meal, decent conversation, nice date, but beyond that ... neehh. Having missed my bus he offered me a ride home, which I really didn't want to do but I didn't have much of a choice ... wish I hadn't, the ride home was the worst part and would be the sole reason for lack of later contact. But that's neither here nor there.

I have been fretting over what to wear to the fetish ball for a while and have finally settled on the blue gown featured in my very first HNT, though my subconscious came up with a rather interesting alternative last week. I dreamed of going to the ball dressed as a fox furrie, but not in the traditional all-concealing fur-suit. Nope, all I was wearing were knickers with attached tail, shoe-paws, ears, and body paint. It's something that I would really like to try some time, but for this event I don't have the supplies or the prep time (or the confidence!). My furrie inclinations are not something that get much exercise, given the negligibly small local community, but I am determined to make a couple of suits and have some fun with it. BDSM is my life, but fur is fun.

I am getting exponentially more excited the closer I get to flying out to Southern Exposure. I have been largely trying to just not think about it to keep it from interfering with other work that needs doing, but I don't think I can stop it now! I have one more exam tomorrow, then I have to run for a bus, grab luggage and I'm immediately off to the airport!

I'm going to Southern Exposure!

Exhaustion

No, unfortunately this is NOT a kinky dirty sexy post. In fact it pretty much follows the general theme lately.

Exams are upon me, and after spending the semester cramming assignments around shortened me-time I am now considerably behind, so am running myself ragged trying to read everything I'm meant to read and do all the tutorials in time. I have ideas, but no energy or drive to write them.

Two weeks and it will be over. And then I will also be back from Southern Exposure with lots of juicy kinky stories to tell you all! Flying out hours after my last exam, and so excited.

Oh, and I have a date tomorrow night with someone I met on Fetlife. Wish me luck. (I'm so nervous.)