kiwisub12
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We met at Barnes and Noble - my suggestion - he asked where i would be comfortable meeting, and since i spent a lot of time there, why not? I was supposed to be sitting in the cafe , waiting, but i got so nervous, i went to my favourite section - sci fi - and browsed. Not that i remember what i looked at. It was just the presence of books that i found comforting. I got a call on my cell demanding to know where i was!!!!! He had got there and i wasn't where i said i would be! So , like a naughty child i had to rush over to the cafe, and apologise right off the get go. i was wearing teal cords, and a teal and black stripped shirt and (shock horror) eye makeup! And i never wear makeup! I really was trying to make a good impression. Apparently it worked, because he asked me if i wanted to go to his house that evening - which i respectfully declined - but agreed to met at his house the next evening. When i walked into his house, i saw a wall of bookcases, full of books(which made me feel better- less nervous) - and after that everything went fuzzy. I really wish i could remember more about that evening, but i was so nervous, then so exaulted that i don't think i shall ever know fully what went on. I just know it was everything i could have wanted, and more - because it was real, and it was me - not a character in a book. I do recall him telling me off because i met at his house without a safecall or any sort of safety net - but i was way too new to the idea of bdsm to even know about safety stuff - and, honestly, if i was dating someone in the vanilla world - this was how i would do it. I fell in love with the bdsm stuff, then the man himself! Now, i can't imagine life without him. It would be colourless, joyless, and just not good.
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