Sometimes I think that garter belts are really not worth all the fuss. But then again, that little smirk observant passersby make when they catch a glimpse of skin between the stocking and the slit of my skirt makes it all worthwhile.
The other day, as I was dressing for work, my favorite garter belt broke -- the little clasp thingee just gave way as I was hooking it to the stocking. I really had my heart set on wearing stockings as opposed to more boring tights that day, so I visited three of those 24/7 "adult novelty" stores on my way into work in hopes of finding a substitution that would do in a pinch. No such luck, although had I been looking for a working model of Juli Ashton's ass, I would've been in hog heaven.
So, this weekend I went to Frederick's of Hollywood, which despite it being so cliche, really does make the best lingerie, and found a cute little black lace and ribbon replacement. Granted, I also have a red lace garter belt in my possession, but I've lost a bit of weight since I bought it and it's way too big. So, anyhow, I am wearing the cute little black number I purchased at Frederick's, my favorite cleavage baring black shirt (I think it may be filthyrich's favorite as well) and a slightly too big denim skirt with a great slit right up the front ... oh, and a red leather "collar" -- which has already garnered comments from two of my co-workers. They thought they were teasing with their veiled references to me leading an S&M lifestyle ... if only ... if only ...
I used to work with this cool ass chick that sat in the workspace adjacent to mine. We'd worked together for over two years, but until we moved offices and were seated next to one another, we never really spoke. Every day, I'd come in and she'd ask me if I did anything interesting the night before ... regardless of what I actually did, I always replied, "Nope. I'm boring." Finally, one day I felt we had grown close enough for me to answer her honestly, and when she asked what I'd done the night before, I looked her dead in the eye and said:
"Well, I went to a Kink party in Chelsea, where I was tied to a bar and spanked by a dominatrix. My ass is all bruised now, wanna see?"
She got all hysterical with laughter and replied "Q., the next time I ask you what you did last night, don't you dare just lie and tell me 'nothing'." That really helped break the ice between us and I learned, among other things, that she used to be into BDSM. Anyhow, she moved to LA to pursue her acting career and I am sure our dominatrix conversation is part of her stand up routine now. My ass really was bruised, though. I mean, for days, I couldn't sit down without wincing and it really didn't hurt all that much while I was being spanked. Mistress Mir is the best!
So, hmm, where was I before I went off into this talk of spanking and dominatrices? Hmm ... I went to the gym last night. Mind you, I've belonged to the gym for ages and haven't gone in just as long. Anyhow, so I went to the gym and did 40 laps in the pool and then relaxed in the steam room, which I just discovered last night. I rather liked it ... all those naked bodies sweating together in a steamy room. It reminded me of the women's college in California I went to.
And THEN, as if going to the gym weren't enough, I was in bed by 11:30 for the fourth night in a row. This was the first Tuesday in over a month that I didn't spend drinking the night away and I think my body went into rejection. I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep. I even masturbated and instead of wearing me out, it made me even hornier and I kept fantasizing about Tristan Taormino and the lovely Perversia and well, that didn't do much for my sleeplessness. I think I need to go back to drinking.
Okay, all this babble and still no smut. Never fear, I am working on the continuation of my story about my friend Kim. Stay tuned ...
The other day, as I was dressing for work, my favorite garter belt broke -- the little clasp thingee just gave way as I was hooking it to the stocking. I really had my heart set on wearing stockings as opposed to more boring tights that day, so I visited three of those 24/7 "adult novelty" stores on my way into work in hopes of finding a substitution that would do in a pinch. No such luck, although had I been looking for a working model of Juli Ashton's ass, I would've been in hog heaven.
So, this weekend I went to Frederick's of Hollywood, which despite it being so cliche, really does make the best lingerie, and found a cute little black lace and ribbon replacement. Granted, I also have a red lace garter belt in my possession, but I've lost a bit of weight since I bought it and it's way too big. So, anyhow, I am wearing the cute little black number I purchased at Frederick's, my favorite cleavage baring black shirt (I think it may be filthyrich's favorite as well) and a slightly too big denim skirt with a great slit right up the front ... oh, and a red leather "collar" -- which has already garnered comments from two of my co-workers. They thought they were teasing with their veiled references to me leading an S&M lifestyle ... if only ... if only ...
I used to work with this cool ass chick that sat in the workspace adjacent to mine. We'd worked together for over two years, but until we moved offices and were seated next to one another, we never really spoke. Every day, I'd come in and she'd ask me if I did anything interesting the night before ... regardless of what I actually did, I always replied, "Nope. I'm boring." Finally, one day I felt we had grown close enough for me to answer her honestly, and when she asked what I'd done the night before, I looked her dead in the eye and said:
"Well, I went to a Kink party in Chelsea, where I was tied to a bar and spanked by a dominatrix. My ass is all bruised now, wanna see?"
She got all hysterical with laughter and replied "Q., the next time I ask you what you did last night, don't you dare just lie and tell me 'nothing'." That really helped break the ice between us and I learned, among other things, that she used to be into BDSM. Anyhow, she moved to LA to pursue her acting career and I am sure our dominatrix conversation is part of her stand up routine now. My ass really was bruised, though. I mean, for days, I couldn't sit down without wincing and it really didn't hurt all that much while I was being spanked. Mistress Mir is the best!
So, hmm, where was I before I went off into this talk of spanking and dominatrices? Hmm ... I went to the gym last night. Mind you, I've belonged to the gym for ages and haven't gone in just as long. Anyhow, so I went to the gym and did 40 laps in the pool and then relaxed in the steam room, which I just discovered last night. I rather liked it ... all those naked bodies sweating together in a steamy room. It reminded me of the women's college in California I went to.
And THEN, as if going to the gym weren't enough, I was in bed by 11:30 for the fourth night in a row. This was the first Tuesday in over a month that I didn't spend drinking the night away and I think my body went into rejection. I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep. I even masturbated and instead of wearing me out, it made me even hornier and I kept fantasizing about Tristan Taormino and the lovely Perversia and well, that didn't do much for my sleeplessness. I think I need to go back to drinking.
Okay, all this babble and still no smut. Never fear, I am working on the continuation of my story about my friend Kim. Stay tuned ...
I never worked anyplace where I felt comforable sharing the intimate details of my sexual exploits, especially in my swinging bachelor days where I was enjoying more of what NYC had to offer.
Somehow "Well, I went to a punk rock show, then went with the headlinging band to an underground S&M club, watched the guitar player get a handjob from a transvestite in leather, made out with a girl dressed up like a boy, saw people get whipped and spanked, thought about taking home a cute asian person of undetermined gender...how was your Saturday?" never came up in casual workplace conversation.
Hence, I save these stories for the magic of the internet.