Folsom Friday night
Folsom was great fun. Having spencerlebear as a tour guide was most excellent. He took me to his old hoods and told me history about what it was like to live in San Fran in the late 70's and early 80's. Some of it was hard for him. I am touched he shared it with me.
Some of it was great fun....
I rolled into San Fran bout 10:30 Friday night and took a shuttle directly to a women's play party above Mr S Leather. Saw a few familiar faces there, both from San Fran but also from Wicked Womyn and got to chat and get cards/info, invites to come to Desire (yes, yes!).
A spanking fundraiser was happening where if you wanted to get spanked you paid or if you wanted to spank someone you paid to spank them. One of the IMsL organizers was on the chopping block and a teh cute boi/butch delivered a few good smacks to her behind. I said, "I want some of that please. And if I am the one paying, do I get to say how I want them?" (i am a pushy bitch that bats her eyes). And that was how I met Taylor. He asked what I wanted. I gave him a $10 and said, "I want marks, and I would prefer that there were on my tits". He asked how much warm up I wanted; I said very little. And that was what I got.
He gave me three or four warm up swats on my bottom and then simply said, "Tits now. Stand against the wall". I took off my bra and did as I was told. The first double open-palmed smacks were hard but doable. He asked how that was. I said good. "Harder?" he questioned. "Oh, yes please", I replied. And that was when I got what I deserve. Taylor is a hot, petite (military??) boi/butch. The second set of smacks made me scream and grab onto him for dear life. He let me get my breath. The third set was just as hard. When I get into that floaty space so fast I sometimes giggle; what is going through my head at that time is basically, that hurts like a motherfucker and I am asking for more??? The fourth set was on the sides of my tits, the fifth was a good closer.
I wanted to play with him more, but he had something else on the go. He took my number and I crossed my fingers it would get used that weekend.
After that I made someone grumpy by phoning them 1am-ish to hit them up for a place to stay. They were over it by the time I arrived or hid it well and I got to have a decent sleep in Duboce Park neighborhood.
Some of it was great fun....
I rolled into San Fran bout 10:30 Friday night and took a shuttle directly to a women's play party above Mr S Leather. Saw a few familiar faces there, both from San Fran but also from Wicked Womyn and got to chat and get cards/info, invites to come to Desire (yes, yes!).
A spanking fundraiser was happening where if you wanted to get spanked you paid or if you wanted to spank someone you paid to spank them. One of the IMsL organizers was on the chopping block and a teh cute boi/butch delivered a few good smacks to her behind. I said, "I want some of that please. And if I am the one paying, do I get to say how I want them?" (i am a pushy bitch that bats her eyes). And that was how I met Taylor. He asked what I wanted. I gave him a $10 and said, "I want marks, and I would prefer that there were on my tits". He asked how much warm up I wanted; I said very little. And that was what I got.
He gave me three or four warm up swats on my bottom and then simply said, "Tits now. Stand against the wall". I took off my bra and did as I was told. The first double open-palmed smacks were hard but doable. He asked how that was. I said good. "Harder?" he questioned. "Oh, yes please", I replied. And that was when I got what I deserve. Taylor is a hot, petite (military??) boi/butch. The second set of smacks made me scream and grab onto him for dear life. He let me get my breath. The third set was just as hard. When I get into that floaty space so fast I sometimes giggle; what is going through my head at that time is basically, that hurts like a motherfucker and I am asking for more??? The fourth set was on the sides of my tits, the fifth was a good closer.
I wanted to play with him more, but he had something else on the go. He took my number and I crossed my fingers it would get used that weekend.
After that I made someone grumpy by phoning them 1am-ish to hit them up for a place to stay. They were over it by the time I arrived or hid it well and I got to have a decent sleep in Duboce Park neighborhood.