Birthday Funk.
I hate this. I really fucking hate this. It happens every year, for the past 3-4 years and it drives me mad. I've grown to almost hate my birthdays.
Honestly, this one sucked. On the date itself (June 14th) I had to work, because there was an important meeting that I had to attend and it made more sense to work the morning shift and earn the money rather than come all the way to work for only a meeting.
I went to Ron's in the evening and we went out to dinner, which was pretty blah, only the chocolate cake for dessert was really good. Then we went back to his place but couldn't go up to the apartment because his mother wouldn't let him in - because she was cleaning his room. At midnight. On my birthday - which she was entirely aware of, because only the previous day she'd asked him if he was taking me out somewhere nice for my birthday. Then on the day of they had a(nother) fight and she was punishing him - unfortunately, I was collateral damage.
Seriously, all I wanted was some birthday sex. And I've been hinting to Ron for ages - it became a straight-out confession several months ago already - that I have a thing for bondage. It's very apparent in my more higher-rated fics (back when I still used to write fanfiction...) and I've always fantasized about someone tying me up during sex. It's not total S&M; I don't want someone to whip me or chain me up and hurt me. Just... with a scarf, or a cloth belt (like the one on the dress I made sure to wear on my birthday). A while ago it almost happened, with one of Ron's ties, but he chickened out and didn't do it in the end. A few days later I asked why not, and he got pretty uncomfortable with the subject. Finally he managed to ask if I don't feel humiliated and vulnerable being at someone else's mercy. I told him that I'm glad he finally asked, and explained to him that yes, I do feel vulnerable, but that also turns me on. After all, I know he wouldn't hurt me, and being tied up relieves me of any responsibility during the act - I don't have to do anything, he's in charge of it all. I can just relax, lie back, and enjoy. I'm still pretty new to sex and find myself reluctant to join in foreplay (honestly it's just fucking hard to open all his jeans buttons - he hates zippers - and jerk him off when I can't see what I'm doing and using only one hand, oftentimes my left!) and if I were tied up then, well... I wouldn't - couldn't - do that.
So a while later he said that he intended to try it, but we'd gotten into a major fight the night before so he'd forgotten about it, but he did say it was meant to be a trial-run before my birthday. So... I was really looking forward to birthday!sex because I'd thought he'd finally do it.
I was also looking forward to a gift - gifts from my parents and sisters are all up to me, and depend on me arranging things (I asked for new salsa shoes from my parents, so I have to pick the pair I want and get my parents/mom there to pay, and my sisters usually just take me shopping) so the only gift/s I would receive as surprises would be from Ron and, possibly, if anyone were to get me a gift at the party at the end of the month. Which is a very low chance.
And I also spent a lot of money and effort on Ron's birthday gift 5 months ago: I bought him a photography album (b&w nature photos and Hebrew poetry; he said the photos were too provocative, and he didn't say anything about the poetry, but he did at least appreciate the gesture, I think) and I took him to the World Press Photography Exhibition in Tel-Aviv. I expected something nice for my birthday too. He didn't schedule anything in advance, didn't make reservations at any restaurant and it took us until 9PM to decide where to go (a place he wanted, in the end) and what did he get me? A pair of navel-rings. Both of them tacky. Yes, the thought was nice, but fuck... 60NIS worth of jewelry? Please. I spent as much on just the tickets for the exhibition, never mind 120 for the book, and gas money to get there, and coffee and cake at the cafe after... And he bought me a more expensive ring for Passover, a holiday which usually does not even require gifts, and which was probably guilt-driven, since at that time he was developing an attraction to Susan.
Ron did mention that he'd had a hard time finding a gift for me, and that he'd considered some spa products. He said he'd considered doing something like 'The Five Senses' but it turned out really expensive - I immediately thought to myself, fuck, that could be really easy: a cinnamon or vanilla stick for smell; a soft scarf for touch; something colourful (maybe a small, inexpensive piece of jewelry, or hell, even a flower) for sight; a CD of songs (which he can burn, instead of buy) for sound, and a piece of chocolate for taste. Altogether that shouldn't cost more than 100NIS, maybe a bit more of he were to buy a pretty box to put it all in. And honestly, 100-150NIS is in my opinion at least, a reasonable price to spend on a birthday gift for your girlfriend of nine fucking months.
So after the disappointment of dinner and a birthday gift, I hoped to at least have hot slightly-kinky birthday sex. But then his mom got a spike stuck up her ass and ruined everything. Ron did sort of molest me in the car, he hiked up my dress and even got as far as putting his fingers inside my panties. I was giggling like mad and said that his street was kind of too-well-lit and -traveled for car!sex (which could have been a fun alternative to normal-sex-in-a-bed) Ron immediately started the car and we drove around for a few minutes to find a darker, more deserted spot. We'd just found one when his mother called again, asking where we were and that we could come up now, basically ruining the moment yet again.
I was really irritated by this time and said I just wanted to go home. Throughout all this, Ron had not once complemented me on my dress (which, admittedly, he'd seen me try on 2 weeks earlier and had said it was nice) or hair or anything, he'd said "Happy Birthday" the previous night when it was 00:01 over the phone so probably didn't feel the need to say it again. I went home and collapsed into bed - because I was working Friday.
Work at least went well, I got 9 subscriptions and email bills, which will be a good bonus. I've been doing well at work in general.
Then in the evening we went out again, to play billiards, and I wore my all-time-sexiest dress, it's this tight, cream-coloured lingerie-inspired dress with black lace... I even made sure to wear flats so I wasn't taller than him. It started badly with him criticizing my driving, saying I wasn't focused and I'd nearly bumped the sidewalk twice. Then during the game, even though I played pretty well, he kept making remarks like "You're picking really weird strikes" and "You should lean down more, lower your cue stick" and "You have to consider the physics, this angle and that amount of force, blah blah blah" until I got annoyed and asked if he'd like to criticize my dress and my hair as well, because it was getting really insulting. He backed off then, and even tried to be a little more supportive of my game - possibly because I just got better (by taking his advice, which sucks even more)
In the end he got tired of the game and started "cheating" or rather, scratching and missing his shots on purpose so that I would win. That also annoyed me, but I let it go. I'd been planning something since the afternoon - after we paid I told him that I had to use the restroom. I went to the handicapable stall (I checked before that there were no wheelchair-bound people in the hall...) and after using the toilet and setting a few things up, texted Ron: Okay... this is embarrassing. I'm stuck in the bathroom. It's the handicapable stall, can you see if it opens from the outside?
Then I took my panties off, took off the insulin pump, and slipped a condom wrapper into my dress. When Ron tried to open the door I unlocked it, pulled him inside, and kissed him against the door as I locked it again. He was totally shocked, said "What the hell are you doing, are you insane?", but went along with it anyway. I pushed him against one of the walls and basically started molesting him.. we had sex there against the wall (doggie-style because front-to-front didn't work and he didn't think to pick me up...) and it was pretty fun, exciting, I had to keep quiet (and I'm usually kind of loud during sex, even though it's never brain-meltingly-good with Ron... gah.)
And then he finished, and pulled out, and we saw that the condom had broken. There was a single moment of panic before I remembered that I was on the Pill, so no worries. Ron was silently freaking out - he appeared very calm and just immediately started thinking about the Day After Pill. I tried explaining to him the entire way back to his place that we didn't need it because I was on the Pill, which means there's no ovulation which means there's nothing for his sperm to fertilize so there's nothing to worry about. After all, lots of couples don't even us condoms when the girl is on the Pill, there's only STDs to worry about so people get tested and then have fun without condoms (which I've been told feels much much better) Ron just kept missing the point and insisted on the Day After Pill. Since he insisted, he also paid. And since I got sick of arguing with him, I just took the fucking pill and went home.
Got home, used the bathroom, changed my panties, and went out to lunch with my parents. My mom's birthday is on the 16th, two days after mine, so we always celebrate together. I'm taking my mom to a spa (along with my eldest sister, that way we'll be able to afford a more expensive treatment for her) for her birthday, next month when she can get a break from work. The restaurant was one I'd requested, and I had my favorite dish, but it too was a disappointment, and my mom was in a bad mood because my father was in a bad mood and he'd snapped at her for something stupid and hadn't even wished her a happy birthday. So the whole meal was quiet and tense and I didn't even have enough appetite for sushi, which is higher quality at this restaurant than anywhere I might go with friends and pay for myself.
I didn't go out or in fact get out of bed for the rest of the day. I watched "Watchmen" which pretty much sucked. Ron texted to ask that I tell my mother "happy birthday" from him. I forgot to deliver the message but I didn't really care. Fuck this birthday thing.
Gah.
On a positive note, and I do try to sometimes think of the good stuff and not only the bad stuff...
Did some shopping on my day off: I got The Red Dress, which I've finally found, and which I will take a picture of eventually. I also got 3 tops, one of which I have to exchange for the correct size and will do next week. I found a pair of shoes which I would like to ask my eldest sister for my birthday, and had a nice cup of coffee. I like shopping on my own. I can go at my own pace and no-one gets me down.
Then at Tuesday!Salsa I had a birthday circle! It's where everyone in the club forms a circle around me and I dance in the middle, with alternating partners. If a guy is celebrating his birthday then each half-minute a different girl comes to dance with him, and if it's a girl celebrating (like in my case) then every half-minute a different guy came into the circle. I chose The Black Eyed Peas' cover of Mas Que Nada and listened to it on repeat for the entire week beforehand. I opened the circle with Ron, who was very tired and unfocused, but I still did okay :)
Also, the previous week I took a day off to go visit my grandmother in Jerusalem, and we went to the zoo! It was so nostalgic, I haven't been to the zoo in probably 15 years, and my grandmother said she hadn't been in ages too.
And after the zoo we went to have lunch at the mall and Grandma bought me a dress. I honestly have more than a dozen dresses in my closet now, and over the past year I've worn them almost as much as I have jeans :)
Honestly, this one sucked. On the date itself (June 14th) I had to work, because there was an important meeting that I had to attend and it made more sense to work the morning shift and earn the money rather than come all the way to work for only a meeting.
I went to Ron's in the evening and we went out to dinner, which was pretty blah, only the chocolate cake for dessert was really good. Then we went back to his place but couldn't go up to the apartment because his mother wouldn't let him in - because she was cleaning his room. At midnight. On my birthday - which she was entirely aware of, because only the previous day she'd asked him if he was taking me out somewhere nice for my birthday. Then on the day of they had a(nother) fight and she was punishing him - unfortunately, I was collateral damage.
Seriously, all I wanted was some birthday sex. And I've been hinting to Ron for ages - it became a straight-out confession several months ago already - that I have a thing for bondage. It's very apparent in my more higher-rated fics (back when I still used to write fanfiction...) and I've always fantasized about someone tying me up during sex. It's not total S&M; I don't want someone to whip me or chain me up and hurt me. Just... with a scarf, or a cloth belt (like the one on the dress I made sure to wear on my birthday). A while ago it almost happened, with one of Ron's ties, but he chickened out and didn't do it in the end. A few days later I asked why not, and he got pretty uncomfortable with the subject. Finally he managed to ask if I don't feel humiliated and vulnerable being at someone else's mercy. I told him that I'm glad he finally asked, and explained to him that yes, I do feel vulnerable, but that also turns me on. After all, I know he wouldn't hurt me, and being tied up relieves me of any responsibility during the act - I don't have to do anything, he's in charge of it all. I can just relax, lie back, and enjoy. I'm still pretty new to sex and find myself reluctant to join in foreplay (honestly it's just fucking hard to open all his jeans buttons - he hates zippers - and jerk him off when I can't see what I'm doing and using only one hand, oftentimes my left!) and if I were tied up then, well... I wouldn't - couldn't - do that.
So a while later he said that he intended to try it, but we'd gotten into a major fight the night before so he'd forgotten about it, but he did say it was meant to be a trial-run before my birthday. So... I was really looking forward to birthday!sex because I'd thought he'd finally do it.
I was also looking forward to a gift - gifts from my parents and sisters are all up to me, and depend on me arranging things (I asked for new salsa shoes from my parents, so I have to pick the pair I want and get my parents/mom there to pay, and my sisters usually just take me shopping) so the only gift/s I would receive as surprises would be from Ron and, possibly, if anyone were to get me a gift at the party at the end of the month. Which is a very low chance.
And I also spent a lot of money and effort on Ron's birthday gift 5 months ago: I bought him a photography album (b&w nature photos and Hebrew poetry; he said the photos were too provocative, and he didn't say anything about the poetry, but he did at least appreciate the gesture, I think) and I took him to the World Press Photography Exhibition in Tel-Aviv. I expected something nice for my birthday too. He didn't schedule anything in advance, didn't make reservations at any restaurant and it took us until 9PM to decide where to go (a place he wanted, in the end) and what did he get me? A pair of navel-rings. Both of them tacky. Yes, the thought was nice, but fuck... 60NIS worth of jewelry? Please. I spent as much on just the tickets for the exhibition, never mind 120 for the book, and gas money to get there, and coffee and cake at the cafe after... And he bought me a more expensive ring for Passover, a holiday which usually does not even require gifts, and which was probably guilt-driven, since at that time he was developing an attraction to Susan.
Ron did mention that he'd had a hard time finding a gift for me, and that he'd considered some spa products. He said he'd considered doing something like 'The Five Senses' but it turned out really expensive - I immediately thought to myself, fuck, that could be really easy: a cinnamon or vanilla stick for smell; a soft scarf for touch; something colourful (maybe a small, inexpensive piece of jewelry, or hell, even a flower) for sight; a CD of songs (which he can burn, instead of buy) for sound, and a piece of chocolate for taste. Altogether that shouldn't cost more than 100NIS, maybe a bit more of he were to buy a pretty box to put it all in. And honestly, 100-150NIS is in my opinion at least, a reasonable price to spend on a birthday gift for your girlfriend of nine fucking months.
So after the disappointment of dinner and a birthday gift, I hoped to at least have hot slightly-kinky birthday sex. But then his mom got a spike stuck up her ass and ruined everything. Ron did sort of molest me in the car, he hiked up my dress and even got as far as putting his fingers inside my panties. I was giggling like mad and said that his street was kind of too-well-lit and -traveled for car!sex (which could have been a fun alternative to normal-sex-in-a-bed) Ron immediately started the car and we drove around for a few minutes to find a darker, more deserted spot. We'd just found one when his mother called again, asking where we were and that we could come up now, basically ruining the moment yet again.
I was really irritated by this time and said I just wanted to go home. Throughout all this, Ron had not once complemented me on my dress (which, admittedly, he'd seen me try on 2 weeks earlier and had said it was nice) or hair or anything, he'd said "Happy Birthday" the previous night when it was 00:01 over the phone so probably didn't feel the need to say it again. I went home and collapsed into bed - because I was working Friday.
Work at least went well, I got 9 subscriptions and email bills, which will be a good bonus. I've been doing well at work in general.
Then in the evening we went out again, to play billiards, and I wore my all-time-sexiest dress, it's this tight, cream-coloured lingerie-inspired dress with black lace... I even made sure to wear flats so I wasn't taller than him. It started badly with him criticizing my driving, saying I wasn't focused and I'd nearly bumped the sidewalk twice. Then during the game, even though I played pretty well, he kept making remarks like "You're picking really weird strikes" and "You should lean down more, lower your cue stick" and "You have to consider the physics, this angle and that amount of force, blah blah blah" until I got annoyed and asked if he'd like to criticize my dress and my hair as well, because it was getting really insulting. He backed off then, and even tried to be a little more supportive of my game - possibly because I just got better (by taking his advice, which sucks even more)
In the end he got tired of the game and started "cheating" or rather, scratching and missing his shots on purpose so that I would win. That also annoyed me, but I let it go. I'd been planning something since the afternoon - after we paid I told him that I had to use the restroom. I went to the handicapable stall (I checked before that there were no wheelchair-bound people in the hall...) and after using the toilet and setting a few things up, texted Ron: Okay... this is embarrassing. I'm stuck in the bathroom. It's the handicapable stall, can you see if it opens from the outside?
Then I took my panties off, took off the insulin pump, and slipped a condom wrapper into my dress. When Ron tried to open the door I unlocked it, pulled him inside, and kissed him against the door as I locked it again. He was totally shocked, said "What the hell are you doing, are you insane?", but went along with it anyway. I pushed him against one of the walls and basically started molesting him.. we had sex there against the wall (doggie-style because front-to-front didn't work and he didn't think to pick me up...) and it was pretty fun, exciting, I had to keep quiet (and I'm usually kind of loud during sex, even though it's never brain-meltingly-good with Ron... gah.)
And then he finished, and pulled out, and we saw that the condom had broken. There was a single moment of panic before I remembered that I was on the Pill, so no worries. Ron was silently freaking out - he appeared very calm and just immediately started thinking about the Day After Pill. I tried explaining to him the entire way back to his place that we didn't need it because I was on the Pill, which means there's no ovulation which means there's nothing for his sperm to fertilize so there's nothing to worry about. After all, lots of couples don't even us condoms when the girl is on the Pill, there's only STDs to worry about so people get tested and then have fun without condoms (which I've been told feels much much better) Ron just kept missing the point and insisted on the Day After Pill. Since he insisted, he also paid. And since I got sick of arguing with him, I just took the fucking pill and went home.
Got home, used the bathroom, changed my panties, and went out to lunch with my parents. My mom's birthday is on the 16th, two days after mine, so we always celebrate together. I'm taking my mom to a spa (along with my eldest sister, that way we'll be able to afford a more expensive treatment for her) for her birthday, next month when she can get a break from work. The restaurant was one I'd requested, and I had my favorite dish, but it too was a disappointment, and my mom was in a bad mood because my father was in a bad mood and he'd snapped at her for something stupid and hadn't even wished her a happy birthday. So the whole meal was quiet and tense and I didn't even have enough appetite for sushi, which is higher quality at this restaurant than anywhere I might go with friends and pay for myself.
I didn't go out or in fact get out of bed for the rest of the day. I watched "Watchmen" which pretty much sucked. Ron texted to ask that I tell my mother "happy birthday" from him. I forgot to deliver the message but I didn't really care. Fuck this birthday thing.
Gah.
On a positive note, and I do try to sometimes think of the good stuff and not only the bad stuff...
Did some shopping on my day off: I got The Red Dress, which I've finally found, and which I will take a picture of eventually. I also got 3 tops, one of which I have to exchange for the correct size and will do next week. I found a pair of shoes which I would like to ask my eldest sister for my birthday, and had a nice cup of coffee. I like shopping on my own. I can go at my own pace and no-one gets me down.
Then at Tuesday!Salsa I had a birthday circle! It's where everyone in the club forms a circle around me and I dance in the middle, with alternating partners. If a guy is celebrating his birthday then each half-minute a different girl comes to dance with him, and if it's a girl celebrating (like in my case) then every half-minute a different guy came into the circle. I chose The Black Eyed Peas' cover of Mas Que Nada and listened to it on repeat for the entire week beforehand. I opened the circle with Ron, who was very tired and unfocused, but I still did okay :)
Click to viewAlso, the previous week I took a day off to go visit my grandmother in Jerusalem, and we went to the zoo! It was so nostalgic, I haven't been to the zoo in probably 15 years, and my grandmother said she hadn't been in ages too.
And after the zoo we went to have lunch at the mall and Grandma bought me a dress. I honestly have more than a dozen dresses in my closet now, and over the past year I've worn them almost as much as I have jeans :)