Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday January 26, 2004  

You should have slapped him, you should have smacked him, you should have.... It's circling round and round in my mind like water going down the drain. I can hear it gurgle.

What would you do if a man kissed you and you didn't want it? You can't give a kiss back. Though it would be interesting to come up with the correct polite protocol. Returning kisses is usually something quite different and much more romantic and desirable.

In my case I didn't bitch slap him. But, I think (and I have been thinking about it) that I did just right. Maybe not perfectly right but I did fine. I was uncomfortable and yet curious too. I'm not someone who gets picked up by men, I seldom get noticed in fact. The whole thing was like being offered a chance to live someone else's life for a short time. It was interesting, it's still interesting.

I didn't ask to be picked up. I didn't do anything to encourage him other than sit and talk. I did ask for him to stop when he began kissing me. I did give him a push away. But I did not put myself at risk by doing something as stupid as slapping a man I don't know and can't predict. I was alone in the parking lot, there was no one else around. I don't even know anyone in that town. My closest family and friends are a two hour drive away.

In my life I've been hit by two men. However, I have never hit a man. I can't think of anyone I've hit but for the time I spanked my nephew when he terrified me by running out into traffic.

The experience of being hit by a man is alarming and terribly frightening. His face gets ugly, like a nightmare mask. His eyes bug out, his voice rises and he grabs your body as if it were a cat's chew toy. You have no control at that point. You just wait for it to be over so you can pick up your pieces and leave while he's not ranting.

So, for those who think I should have slapped him (and there were a few of you) I think you need to watch less TV. It's all fine to go around hitting and slapping people when you're following a script but in real life things are different. I don't intend to become violent or have someone else become violent with my person. It's not fun and it's not sexy. Really, it's a hell of an experience.

I don't think I should have slapped him. I'm really glad that I kept my head and drove myself away. I watched in my rearview mirror all the way home in case he had followed me. One good thing about having such a long drive was that I was sure I was alone by the time I got off the first big road.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday January 21, 2004  

Apparently I'm a good kisser. This is something I've wondered about. But, I have it on the authority of John, that I am. John is a guy I met in the bookstore this week. Kind of nice looking, Greek with brown eyes, black hair and all that 5 o'clock shadow a grrl could lust for. But, he wasn't interesting. How can a man have no interests beyond sports, his job and TV? To be interesting you need to have interests. Pretty basic to me. Anyway, if I take John at his word, I'm a good kisser.

Since I'm not entirely sure just what John wanted the whole kissing thing is a bit up in the air. But, I've decided to decide I'm a good kisser anyway.

Is it standard practice for a guy to pick up a woman while she's innocently reading, buy her a coffee and then kiss her in the parking lot? All in the space of, at the most, three hours? It seemed a bit rushed to me. I did tell him I'm in a relationship. I did tell him I'm not used to kissing on a first date. I did hesitate at the word date (I forget what I actually said) since that wasn't what I'd call a date. Shouldn't a date be where you arrange to do something together, after you already meet for that first initial meeting thing?

Maybe I'm just too old fashioned. Maybe there are no more dates, just pick ups. I don't want some kind of pick up date. I want a real date. I don't want to feel rushed.

I wasn't ready for him to take my hands and start feeling them up. I wasn't ready for him to take my hand and lead me out of the bookstore as if we were already a long time couple. I really, really, really felt unready when he started the kissing. That nice girls don't thing is a double edged deal when it comes to being kissed and not hurting his feelings. I did say I didn't want to kiss after the first one. But, that didn't stop John. What would have stopped John? I don't know.

I think John, while far too fast, was mostly harmless. But, I did feel worried and watched to see if I was being followed on the long drive home. Although I did give him my email address I made sure not to give out enough information so he could find the new house. If I wasn't a nice girl I would have never let that happen. Being nice is a trap. Maybe I'm just some paranoid old maid type, but I didn't like feeling rushed and pressured in those ways that only nice girls get stuck with.

I'm worth the time, dammit! I don't think John will get to find that out though. He just wasn't interesting enough.

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"You've been a really bad grrl." Keanu stated, slipping me underneath his body, trapping me between the softness of the mattress and the hardness of him. "You should know better than to leave someone tied up for an hour while you gallivant around. Very poor conduct and really poor sportsmanship."

He pressed his cock deeper inside me as he told me off. I squirmed. I didn't really like more penetration right after a good orgasm. But, this wasn't a good time to assert myself. He was right, of course. I had slipped past the polite rules of adult consent and bondage in general, a few times at least. He'd been a good sport about the whole thing.

"I bet you didn't find out all that much about me. You don't know how much I like kinky sex and what exactly I do like. For all you know I could be into rape, torture, whatever." He reached between our bodies and pinched my nipple, hard, twisting it between his fingers. It did hurt, but not unbearably. …more

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"My dear, delicious Keanu, you've been such a bad boy..." I grinned up at him. "How lucky you found me to help straighten you out."

"I didn't find you, if you'll remember. I wasn't even looking for you." Keanu said, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Don't spoil the mood with useless details, I'm having too much fun." Trailing the whip handle down his chest I hovered it over his erection. I laughed up at his flushed face, slipping the whip over his body. The trailing end brushing his cheek on the way down.

"Look, I really don't want to be whipped." He said, trying a more serious and intense look on me. …more

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While Keanu caught up on some more beauty sleep I decided I'd had enough of being his captive. He didn't know I'd take the precaution of stashing some emergency supplies under the bed before I ever left the cabin. It wasn't easy, playing twister with my hands tied over my head, but I finally found the box of supplies with my toes and snagged them out from under the bed. The only trick would be finding the right tool without slicing my toes off.

"Ouch!" My surprised scream woke him up. I hid my foot and smiled at his suddenly alert face.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, watching my face as if he really expected me to just blurt it out. Men are so silly sometimes.

"I had a cramp, I tried to stretch it out." That seemed to work. …more