classic booty call and blogging boundaries

Or is it called a booty text these days?

"So, are you open this week? I could use some great dick sucking and hot sex."

That's one of the things I like about ol' Dave, he doesn't beat around the bush. Straight to the point that one. As it happened, I was open this week and accepted his booty text. It was an interesting encounter.

But first...Over the past week I've learned some things about Dave that I didn't know. He's quite "bi-friendly" (is that a legit term?) and jonesin' for a MFM and/or MFF threesome thang. We've had some colorful discussions about that over the past few days. I don't know that anything will come of it, or if I will even be involved, but it's quite fun to talk about for now. So there's that.

And then there was today. I've cried a couple of times during sex with him and I think it freaks him out a little bit, poor guy. It's not a bad crying, but rather an emotional release crying of the good sort that only happens when a Dominant partner is able to tap into that part of me that craves to be submissive and trusting and vulnerable. Today my emotional outburst was a result of anal. (I know this is a sex blog but sometimes I wonder if I get TMI on y'all.) He loves the booty and I rarely do the back door thing. I have no idea why I did it today except that he had me in that sub place with the combo of rough and gentle that works so well on me. He was great and gentle and patient and caring and I couldn't have assed (see what I did there? haha) for a better experience. However, he is, um, rather large so if I'm walking funny tomorrow there is a damn good reason.

Now we come to the part of the post where I hesitate. While this blog is anonymous and I feel like I try to be fastidious about the privacy of my partners, there are some things that give me pause and I wonder if I'm overstepping some invisible ethical boundary by sharing them here. Then I think, but this is MY blog dammit, I can write what I want. I wonder if I should use the guideline of...would I write about this if I knew my partner was going to be reading it? But then that brings me back to self-censoring, which I abhor. Something for me to think about I guess.

With that said, for now I'll skip a few details about the rest of my tryst and just say that it was great fun and ended with a very loud orgasm via vibrator by moi, and then Dave and I naked on the couch laughing hysterically at really bad porn. What a world huh?

Until next time.

xoxo,
Bella