Mr Experience & the Spare

So lightening struck.

I met somebody on POF that peaked my interest a bit. I think we (my gay friend & I) where in Hawaii at the time .. or just getting ready to leave for vacation.

This guy's name was something like "what's the point?" or "why bother" .. anyway, I liked it. And he was different from the other's. We are started talking (thank goodness for free wifi). I don't know what brought about the whole kink discussion ... it kinda freaked me out about but yeah it turned me on too. Talk dirty to me baby! I think I talked to him at least once a day during my whole vacation. He made me sooooo hot but really would I have enough nerve to met him once I got back home?

Then just shortly after the new year .. I get another message on POF. "I like Star Wars .. maybe we can get together & watch it". (I honestly did have that in my profile ... I love Star Wars ... maybe a deterrent to contact super weird chick?) But it's true!

Anyway, the Spare was super sweet, & so disappointed that I had "sorta met someone" .. it was cute. I don't know, I liked him ... we started talking. His screen name was "Subbie --- " And I was naive enough to ask why *rolls eyes* - okay I am not that bad, I had a good idea but still I wanted to go there. And he says he is not really a sub ... more like a Dom, but the "ladies feel less threatened by Subbie. Well duh! But isn't that false advertising??? Not that I was looking cuz I really wasn't!

So lightening struck twice, in less than a month! I swear I wasn't even looking for a Dom, or a Kinkster or Fetishist .. hells I wasn't even looking for a date. And seriously, who would go looking for a Dom on POF (honest question cuz if I were looking that would be the LAST place I would think of).

So now I had not 1 but 2 Doms looking to hook up. Mr Experience & the Spare.

How the HELL did that happen? And I was scared (excited) ... could I really do something like that? Hells yes, I figured I would never get an opportunity(s) like that literally falling into my lap, like that again.

They were like ying & yang. Mr Experience was all dirty talk & the Spare was just so good natured & sweet & asking me all sorts of questions .. trying to get to know me.

It should be noted that Mr Experience had 30+ years in the lifestyle (his deceased was had been his slave) and the Spare had very limited experience but ALOT of knowledge about the lifestyle. And the only thing I knew .. was the porn!

So things progressed, all Mr Experience wanted to do was talk about was what he was going to do to me, (did I have a friend I could bring!) & was constantly trying to get me to take pictures & send them to him. - uhhh no!
Somewhere along the long he wanted me to start calling him Sir. I didn't like that & said I would much rather call him Master - I liked the sound of it better. He said he would own me then. I thought it all a rather fun game. Did I know the difference .. no. Did he bother to explain it to me .. no. Come to think of it .. I should have asked the Spare cuz he knew about Mr Experience but Mr Experience did NOT know about the Spare. And the Spare was the one I could talk to, ask questions & learn stuff.

Meanwhile, the Spare was keeping things light & friendly. "Taking my time getting to know you" but he really wanted to meet for coffee. And truth be told . who do you think I was starting to like better?

It was all happening so fast too. I think all that transpired within the first couple of weeks of January. And I hadn't met either one of them yet, face to face. I finally went to meet Mr Experience, even though all the dirty talk (and calling me Slut & Whore regularily) was getting rather old. But I had met him first & still remember how intrigued I was initially. So we met up for coffee.

Now I pride myself in my ability to really not judge a book by it's cover & for my very open mind, but when I saw Mr Expeience for the first time, my mind screamed "PEDIPHILE" .. I know .. really stupid, especially since he is only 4 years older than me! For a man of 50, he didn't look a day over 65! But really it wasn't really the way he looked, it was the vibe I got off of him. I don't know .. no chemistry I guess. But stupid me .. I bitchslapped the little voice in my head & trudge along like a trooper. When we left the coffee shop .. we went into a parking garage ... GROPE GROPE GROPE!  Seriously, it was like being with a fumbling teenager. *sighs* Sometimes (alot) I am my own worst enemy cuz I still wanted to see it thru.

And still waiting in the wings was sweet little Spare, all patience & curious. He was setting up our own coffee date. But it wanted it to be a little "naughty" (I just loved the way he talks) .. maybe we could meet in a sex shop BEFORE coffee. OH MY! I really did blush into my computer screen. I was shy enough to go into one on my own but for a first date!!!!! But I did just love the way the Spare talked, and talked to me, and draw things out of me that I have never told anybody before. Honestly he had me swooning by this point.

But I am stubborn. I was determined that I would have this one (definately decided on only 1 by then) experience with Mr Experience. And that I did .. all I will say is YUCK! and leave it at that. A couple of days later I told him thank you but I really didn't think that BDSM was for me. And if that was the only thing I had .. it would have been true. It was a total turnoff.

And that just left the Spare .. who will henceforth now be known as My Dom ......