My ex-submissive called me up at the last minute to invite me to a BDSM play party her and her husband are going to. It’s tonight and me and the wife has spent all day shopping and getting lost in Atlanta. We’re a little tired and a little surprised but as the wife said, ‘Why the Hell not?’
That’s our motto, ‘Why the Hell not?’
So the wife is in the shower and I’m just processing. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been in a public BDSM setting and I’m a smidge nervous. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with my ex in a BDSM setting and I’m finding myself unsure of what that is going to be like. It does amuse me that my ex is inviting me to a BDSM party because it just proves the idea I’ve had lately that every female sees me more as a friend than anything else. Not that this is a bad thing, but it’s messing with my head.
The best part about the party is the moments before you get there. The imagination takes over and floods you with impossible situations. I can imagine sexy intelligent women recognizing some witty thing I say and asking if I am THAT Shon that they masturbate to online. I can picture that there will be a beautiful busty black woman who just has to throw herself before me. I can picture that the Devil will appear and bet my soul against his Paddle of Gold that he can whip ass better than me. And I win.
Why the Hell not?
Then once we get there, events and characters will appear that I will never have thought of. Every time I go to a BDSM party, I walk away a little shocked, a little intrigued and very horny. I can never predict these things and that’s what makes them so much fun.
I’ll let you know tomorrow how it goes. Well, as much as I am allowed.