toppin’

Tonight, for only the second time ever, I got to top someone. (It was the same someone as the first time, as a matter of fact. ) This was at the club. Since I got “no skillz” rather than the mad variety, I used easy things like short, stiff implements (including my favorite, the thick plastic horse scraper – an idea blatantly stolen from my first scene partner).

I had had a lot of ideas earlier in the week, and in the day, but had pared them down to a basic few. It’s too early to get meaningful feedback from my partner, but from my perspective, the scene went very well. It was exciting for me and I got to have some fun with clothespins and there was a lot of shouting. (I asked him in the middle how he was doing and he said “Honestly, it could be a lot more intense” so I ramped it up quite a bit. Later I was compared – unfairly, I should say – to a television set whose volume control only goes up, not down. )

Afterwards I was tired, starving, and horny. We left right away and ate out. Given how tired we both were, it would have been a good time to go to bed, but instead we sat up until 5:17 AM talking about mainly sex (will we or won’t we ever have some?), feminism (the what and why of it), computer science (how various projects have gone awry for us), and math (geometry). Right under the math diagrams I got to draw a model of my own genitals and several curves showing the relationships of “time to orgasm” to “level of stimulus” for me versus for other people I’ve known. It was that kind of a night. When dawn cracked (accompanied by “oh fuck!” on my partner’s part), it was time for me to hie myself home. Now I should hie to bed.