A girl like me…but not

A couple of months ago I fell down the fet life rabbit hole and came across a few beautiful pictures. 

THE costumes were 18th century french. I am not an offensive stalker, so I liked and kept it moving. a week or so later I got a pleasant message, an introduction from the woman who’s photos were so grand. 

Both of us have crazy lives and it took much planning but we finally met tonight.

She walked in all in black with a leopard coat, an insane amount of confidence. a big hug and we stared right off talking. we spoke as though we were long lost friends. at first yoga and both of us recently loosing the same amount of weight. after people, the wonderful people we’ve met in this lifestyle. 

She’said not in the local scene, married to a Frenchman and travels often. the best part, and Sir will appreciate this, she’s born and bred upper east sider. ha! both of us survived the 90’s club scene. 

We had so many thing in common, yet our natural wiring made us polar opposites in this lifestyle. she dealt with her childhood and became domme, me sub. 

We played this odd back and forth game of stories. our strict upbringing, our young kinky tentondences. it was an oddly refreshingly open conversation.

She had gone to private all girls school and basically taught all the girls just how to kiss boys. she was sub to an abusive alcoholic ex. she met her husband, together and marries 5 years. she said one the second date he expkained he was into bdsm. she had just learned he was born in France and in her imagination all french people were kinky (having stole the story of o from her father in fourth grade). he explained the difference between opulence and kink.

She Still in some ways deals with her own version of good girl guilt.  her and her partner are switches. so she says their dynamic is sometimes chaos as they both are more Dom leaning. 

I don’t know that in one meeting ive  learned as much about another woman as I did with her. 

We Discussed pain and love and our very different reactions to different people. 

She still struggles greatly with her bisexuality. she turns it if and on.  she keeps balance through vanilla lovers (an odd to me way to keep from going over the edge,  but I guess it works for her).

We spoke of her mentor.  they are very good friends and get together often. 

So I’m not going to do what I normally would and over think a beautiful night. 

On the train home.  It will be sad to go to an empty house.  I’ll cuddle the puppies, clean the powder and get to bed early. missing you already sir.

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