It’s like standing in a stadium, all the seats empty and someone whispering over the loudspeaker – I can almost make out the word, but not quite. I have to really concentrate. Force myself out of my current thoughts and sensations.
It started innocently enough. We were messing around, joking about this or that, had already had dinner. It was one of those really casual, easy evenings where everyone’s guard is down, everyone’s just relaxed.
I go to sit down next to you on the couch and don’t think much of it. After I sit though, I can feel your eyes burning into me. I look up to see that, sure enough, you’re staring straight at me with this… look. You know me and looks, so I’m trying to figure out what I’ve done that wasn’t quite right.
This was from day 1 of paying my penalty for last game – you may recall I lost. And, of course, my missing the question (you must think me a trivia ignorant fool, you’d be right) caused the task of using this picture as a post. Ugh.
I’ve written before that pain is this thing that I, at least, have this love/hate relationship with. It’s really odd to me that at times when things are NOT going on, it’s this “aw, that was so nice!” and then you think about these romanticized memories of what went on.
In reality, it was more like “Mother-trucker! That hurt!!! @#^%@#%“
As you may (or may not) know, Charmer loves to integrate games into… activities. She tends (tends?) to create rules around those games that just may favor her a bit. Maybe.
If you haven’t seen it, you can check out multiple renditions of the @^#@#^@ scrabble-esque games she’s done in the past. There’s something about making up words (sometimes with rules around the words) in the heat of the moment that just gets to me nearly every time. Oh, and I *suck* at scrabble. There’s that too. So she gleefully rolls out the tiles and shakes the bag. I know I’m in trouble. (Here’s a link to different scrabble posts)
Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited. They were all women. You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc. You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun. Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.
“We’re going to try something different today..“
I always wonder how you come up with these bizarre things. From challenges to toys to just simply situational stuff.
You walk out of the room and I have the distinct impression that I’m NOT to follow. You come back with the bench (fun!) and your assortment of implements (not necessarily as “fun”) and tell me to strip and uncage.
“You keep writing about this pain/pleasure mix up in your head. That the two play off each other so well and that it’s so much fun. I mean, sure you don’t SAY it’s so much fun in the moment, but the fact is, it keeps coming up.“
You’re sitting there, looking at me for a response. I’m never quite sure if I should jump into things with both feet or hold off to see what you have in mind. I mean, has anyone read the Scrabble chronicles? Seriously. I nod.
“So, we get to test it. Plain and simple. Today, I give you permission to have an orgasm.“
That’s how the day started. You were just joking around, or at least I had no idea what you were really referring to when you asked. Just out of the blue, you asked me…
“You can do ANYTHING for 3 minutes, right?“
I kind of jokingly answered that I thought I could – pretty much anything anyway. Of course then my mind wandered to all of the things that I was pretty sure I COULDN’T do for 3 minutes. Fire. Falling. You know, DYING stuff. But sure, I was pretty sure you didn’t have that mind anyway.
I want to say up front, I LOVE these games. It pushes boundaries and limits, many times just physical “that much?!” type things and makes it a fun and, yes, exhausting weekend. It also pushes me as there’s nothing quite like plopping on the couch and asking if she’d like me to do one of my edging challenges now. Just… strange and weird and fun.. especially when she spins around to face me and has this grin on her face… [SSC: No clue what he’s talking about…]