I'm home from Kinkfest. As seems to be the case with any extended kink event, it was wonderful and intense and exhausting. I probably won't be writing about most of it, but here's a quickie. I was chatting with a friend of mine after the delightful class she taught, and she noticed that my stomach was peeking out under my shirt. Being the smartass that she is, she made a dive for it.
I took a step back, and with mock haughtiness said, "You can't do that. I'm a top!"
"I promise, it was a service zerbert."
Oh, and we had rain, snow, sleet, hail, and sun while I was in Portland. Weird! We found the coolest little bookstore ever. I ate at two McMenamins, went to the Saturday Market, and marveled at how much the west side of town has changed while other parts seemed nearly frozen in time.