May 25, 2008

More lovin than you can poke a pointed phallus at

Sorry I’ve been awol for a while. A whole bunch of sexy things happened and I didn’t really know where to start, and I still don’t. But I’ll give it a shot.

I’ve been living with PVC since the beginning of March and it just gets better. After a bit of a shaky start (with me basically having a giant panic attack that it would ruin the relationship and he would get sick of me and things would become altogether too similar to a different living relationship I had four years ago) we both have started to settle into it, and now it feels like we’ve made a very logical decision. It did change the relationship, but I think it’s for the better. It’s a bit more ‘real’ – I’ve stopped feeling like I have to be perfect all the time, and finally it feels like we’re partners as opposed to friends who have a lot of kinky sex. Our place is big enough to move around in without annoying each other, and we’re both encouraging each other to actually pursue our creative pursuits.

And there are just so many barf-worthy romantic things that make it so worthwhile – I cook for him, he sorts out my IT and technology woes, we bring each other little presents (he bought me pink hair dye the other day – so sweet!), we complain about our jobs, we fight over the blankets and toilet etiquette – haha, oh my god. The best thing is sleeping in the same bed – he is the first boyfriend I’ve actually enjoyed doing this with. It helps that he is easy to sleep with (he is so quiet and still that it’s basically like sleeping next to a corpse), but I just love that I know no matter how shitty the day is, at the end of it I’ll be lying next to him… ahh.

(Ok, ok, barf barf barf I know.)

Anyway, the sex. Well, I feared that living together would kill the passion, but if anything it seems we’re feeding off each other’s depravity, to the point where it’s probably going to reach this critical mass and our genitals will explode. But until then – wheeheehee! There are a lot of good things… and it’s hard to actually articulate what those are, so I feel I’m going to have to resort to the good old dot point.

  • Sleep sex (waking in the night spontaneously fucking)
  • Hypnosis sex (like having any fantasy made real. The other day I got to experience what having a cock is like.…!)
  • Group sex (got wasted with a couple of good friends of mine, and we ended up having sex while they had sex, which was insanely sexy, and PVC took lots of arty photographs)
  • Porn sex (PVC has some very good quality porn)
  • Morning sex (an oldie but a goodie – and about to increase as I start night shift at work this week)
  • Massage sex (nothing beats a happy ending…)
  • Making luurve (um, yeah…)

Ok so this takes me up to all the kinky shit we’ve done of late. Which will need its very own dot point listing:

  • Going to Melbourne for a party at a specialised fetish bed and breakfast. I ended up getting wrapped in cling wrap to this pretty guy with a rubber fetish, while PVC and the rubber fetishist’s partner tormented us. PVC also was an extremely good sport in terms of getting in there with the bi-curious action – by kissing and fondling the other bloke. Of which I have photographic evidence…
  • Experiencing what it’s like being on the OTHER side of the cane/flogger/etc. Something I never thought appealed to me, but it’s getting more interesting.
  • Getting promoted to joint-moderator of the Under 30’s group in Sydney. This has a few perks, and I’ve been working hard at expanding the group beyond the usual assortment of freaks. I feel like I’m finally using my lame organisational skills for good instead of evil!
  • Helping PVC construct a ‘dungeon’ in the spare room of our house, and throwing our very own fetish party! Which was a rip roaring success! It’s a bit of a long story, but basically the Under 30’s group got approached by a reporter from Triple J. He was doing a story (for the ‘Hack’ program) about young people and fetish, and he wanted to meet us and to attend a private party so he could interview people and get an idea of what goes on. So, in a whirlwind of organisation (and a lot of trips to Bunnings) PVC and I managed to construct a ‘spanking frame’ out of bamboo and set up lights and massage tables and such to transform our apartment into a den of sin. About 15 people showed up, which was massive. So our house was packed out, and I was resplendent in rubber, and we put on a show for the reporter dude, who incidentally happened to be outrageously cute, and who also appeared to be suppressing an erection for the entire night. He interviewed me for about 45 minutes, where I totally spilled my guts, and it was an amazing and actually quite intimate experience. It will be going to air sometime in the next week – the program itself if on at 5:30pm every weeknight, or the podcast can be downloaded from http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/hack/

Which somewhat brings me to the end of this giant essay about what been going on in my sex life lately. Phew.

Bees out.

p.s. Is it wrong to have sex while your neighbour’s cat is sleeping on your bed?

1 comment:

Agent Y said...

Well WOOT WOOT to you!

hehe den'o'sin - will be interested to catch the interview actually, see what kind of light he throws onto it.