He sent me a list of his toys.
He = OG. Toys = belts and floggers and paddles and crops. A cane – not rattan but fiberglass. All the expected props – collars and cuffs, ball gags and butt plugs, oh, my.
He likes the same (kinky) books I like. Not that he agreed with books I said i liked. No, he told me – volunteered – that he likes Cherise Sinclair. He likes her Shadowland series. i love those books.
You know what that means, right? It means he likes at least some of the same Fantasy elements i like.
i think it’s possible that this might really happen.
i have some dilemmas to work out. Fuck. Nothing’s easy.
But still. I think OG might be an actual person who knows about being dominant. Wow. This could really happen.
I’ve been fretting a bit (because i’m a natural worrier) about how/where we could do this. He lives about 3 hours away from me, so we can’t do coffee and see where it goes. He mentioned maybe visiting Where-i-Live for a weekend, but even then – hotel room? What if we get too loud? What if he’s actually a serial killer – or you know, a terrible person who will actually harm me?
And then it occurs to me – we should go to an event and meet up there! There’s a town that’s a couple of hours away from me that has a very active scene, and that place is only a couple of hours away for him too – how cool is that??? I haven’t mentioned this to him, and guess I will wait a bit before i do, but I think it’s a real solution.
So yesterday, i was driving along thinking about what it might be like with OG and i got so turned on, i almost had to pull over and, you know, take care of myself. Maybe i’m not too old for this after all!