Kinky Water Buffalo Prancing

Yesterday was a day of conversations about submissiveness.

Me and Axel. Me and Thumper.

For me and Axel, we had the morning together, or as much as we could have between me running errands, going to two doctor’s appointments, and then having to pack to leave to get to the nice midwestern city I am in now. It was nice having breakfast and lunch with him and, while we hate what my schedule is this and next month, we also remind ourselves that we knew about this craziness months ago and that at least ten days of it is our vacation that starts in a little less than two weeks.

What started our talk was me bringing my suitcase downstairs and, as I readied to walk out the door, I said, “oh, I didn’t bring the Steelheart since it’s just two nights, a Thumper week, and since I am only carrying on my luggage. That okay?” I know better. I really do. But he and I have not even had time to talk kink let alone even touch kink since I had only been home a bit over 24 hours and since he’s been very preoccupied with his father’s rapidly deteriorating health, there was just no time. It wasn’t me being sassy or deliberate in any manner, it simply just was what it was. Well, apparently he did not like that and my warm hug goodbye turned a bit icy which led to me almost calling him as soon as I backed out of the garage and deciding against it almost all the way to the end of the driveway (about 15 feet) while waiting on the gate to open. We wound up talking until I was walking into the airport about forgotten expectations, my inability to stay within existing parameters even when not being monitored, and the fact that, during our upcoming vacation that we were hitting the reset button and that a list of predetermined rules would apply. I agreed with 100 percent of my mind and probably 75 percent of my heart – remember, my switchy heart sometimes likes to hold out on me.

My brain was smiling and my penis was most likely smirking.

But as I walked into the airport, I had a feeling in my stomach that, until about 45 minutes later, I could not explain. It wasn’t a pain. It wasn’t an upset feeling. It wasn’t even butterflies because it felt more like kinky water buffalo prancing versus dainty things fluttering. But, despite that weird feeling, it also felt right and went away just as quickly as the TSA officer reminded me that I had more hair in my driver’s license picture than I do now. Bastard.

So, switching gears to my switch side now, I settled down and went to the club to have a cookie and do some email before boarding what was a micro jet to Ohio from where I now write this.

As I settled, I texted Thumper or Thumper texted me or something like that because of some MLB news and we started talking about the weekend ahead where, in case you have been living under a giant dildo, he and I are traveling across country together and spending three days and two nights watching baseball live and in person from what appear to be amazing seats and staying at one of the hip places in Hollywood where we will be among the beautiful people – or, shall I say, they will be among us. Somehow, as most of our conversations often do, we went from baseball to glass dildos and the subject of how we are going to intertwine while naked reared it’s kinky and playfully fun head. It was then that he said something like “I *want* you to really top me on this trip but I’m not sure how much of my heart is in it”. I asked what he meant by that and he said simply that his head wants us to have a full weekend very close to back when we started where I literally just used his ass when I wanted and applied a few more parameters to our time together. It’s a dynamic that I would not go so far as to say we have lost, but also one that as our boyfriendship has built to the level that it has, those things went aside some times as we tend to just be about life and liberty more than collars and leashes. As I have said before, that is absolutely fine because we are quite good at filling whatever need either of us have for the other which, if you think about it, is one of the primary reasons we were both allowed to pursue this type of relationship in the first place.

Well, these words were like giving me catnip laced with diet coke because that was exactly what my Dom side needed to balance the previous conversation and I asked him what would help make his heart get into it as much as his brain. Now, a little “behind the blogger” moment here, Thumper is a man of incredible words and even more incredible writing, but sometimes, and often in these situations, he responded with a really poetic “dunno” (in his defense he was in a meeting, I just love the juxtaposition of these things at times). So, we went back and forth about a few things and determined that I would give him a few basic rules to follow when we are together in the hotel and I would have four tasks for him to complete before we leave (he did one yesterday – gold plug star to him). Nothing elaborate, nothing mechanically difficult or gamey about it, just four very simple tasks for him to focus on when we are there. I am not going to list them, but if he chooses to write a responding post for this blog, he has my permission to do so, but since the specifics are not important to this post, I will leave them out for now.

I gave him these with the understanding that this is to be fun, different and just another thing we share, BUT, that if they don’t work out quite like we wanted them to, neither of us should have any disappointment and just enjoy what I am expecting to be lots of laughs, bonding, In and Out Burgers, and naked time – not necessarily in that order. I tell you this because as we were wrapping up and both agreeing that these rules would be good for us, I asked him it they made his dick twitch in his steel at all. He said “not really, but where I really feel this is in my stomach. I can’t really explain it, but I just do”. Little did he know I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about (I think, as we have not discussed it further) and I said something like “Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing”, to which he agreed.

So, that’s where we stand. Water buffalo prancing in both our stomachs, although mine have settled and based on some later conversations with him, I think his have to – now it’s a bit of a soft waltz.

I want to state again that even if Axel and I never get where we think we should be, we are going to have fun trying and the same applies to me and Thumper. My plan is to not let any of this get boggled in the brain and to go wherever the rising penis takes up (or in Thumper’s case, the little jumping ball of metal).

Stay tuned…

2 thoughts on “Kinky Water Buffalo Prancing

  1. May your life be filled with prancing water buffaloes and butterflies.
    Everything is right in my world when Cheyenne’s words make my cells dance. I get it.

    Good stuff Drew

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