i Kissed a Girl

(my day at Folsom Fair, Part II)

After a good deal of walking and watching along Folsom, my husband and i bumped into a friend of his, V, and her boyfriend. V was dressed beautifully, full breasts out for the world to admire, and i complimented her on her outfit. W/we mentioned we were on our way to Mr. S and she asked to join us. Her boyfriend handed me her leash and i grinned like the cat who was about to eat the canary as i led her down the street, strutting my fortune to be leading such a beautiful prize.

When we got to the store, i handed my husband her leash with a wink and headed straight for the paddles. At first glance, i was disappointed, but then i saw a flash of black from behind a wooden model. One touch and i realized that it was it – my Holy Grail of Paddles – the same model that Z had, but in black. i looked through the group and found the one with fewest fingerprints and then pulled it down to get a better feel…it was hard and cold and heavy and i couldn’t help but try it out on my thighs a few times. As i walked through the rest of the store, enjoying the cages and spreader bars, i let the paddle strike my calves as i walked, loving the feel of hard cold thuds against me. i ran my fingers along the edges, admiring the smooth rounded corners and daydreaming about the way it would feel on my bare ass.

Walking through the store, fondling my new love, i thought about the difference between tools and fetishes. my blisstachi, so wonderful for pushing me over the edge into sweet orgasmic free fall, is still just a tool that waits in my drawer for its moment of glory. Once finished, it is returned to rest up for its next performance. This paddle was no mere tool – this was fetish fully-realized, an object to hold just for the ecstasy of touching it. It needed no ass to complete it – although the two go together so nicely, i was thrilled just by the potential energy of it - a cold, cruel promise of pain in a sleek black silhouette.

As i was waiting to pick out two new sets of nipple clamps, my husband picked up what looked to be a beautiful enamel lollipop – in actuality, a prostate stimulator – and waved it in front of me, grinning. i picked up another and let it fall against my hand – it hit with a lovely thud, and my husband started using his on my back, prodding sleeping nerves and muscles into divinely hungry wakefulness. Prostate or no, i knew i had to have one, in all its sparkly red glory.

We left the store only slightly impoverished (who knew that heaven could be leased for so little?) and headed for the stage at 7th, where Berlin (in its newest configuration) was performing. i’m not a big Berlin fan, but it was a lot of fun – Terri Nunn was dressed to the nines and put on a great show.



W/we met up with V and her boyfriend and, at one point, she was dancing right in front of me. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, i jumped at the opportunity to give her a back massage. She smiled and enjoyed my attentions, so i continued to seduce her skin until Egyptian guy (a beautiful man dressed as an Egyptian slave who had the unfortunate habit of holding his arms in the air so we couldn’t see) ran into her and V’s boyfriend stepped in to protect her from any other intruders. Stymied, i turned my attentions to my husband and we danced together, enjoying the delicious freedom offered by a crowd full of perverts.

Berlin performed a kick-ass version of “The Dope Show” and V’s boyfriend headed up for a closer look, so i pulled together a little courage and, with encouragement from my husband, moved behind V, placing my hands on her sides. i slowly moved my hands up over her breasts and nearly died right there – they felt so good, so round, so ripe…it took everything in me not to pinch them right off. But these were not breasts to torment, these were breasts made for pleasure, and i squeezed gently, massaging them as i writhed behind her.

All too soon V’s boyfriend returned and i went back to dancing with my husband, who had been enjoying the show. W/we danced together, pressing ourselves against one another with growing interest. With eyes half-closed, i rocked my hips back and forth, rolling my body against him in time to the music.

As the song ended and another began, i looked up at him and surprised myself as electricity ran down my spine. So often i forget to look at him and really see, and when i do, i find i’ve forgotten how beautiful he really is. i smiled and sank into him and we swayed together, enjoying a moment of calm.

The final encore was “Masquerade,” and we bounced and jumped with the surging crowd, pulling out dance moves not seen since 1984 except in Peanuts’ cartoons. The crowd swelled with excitement as we all screamed out approximations of the lyrics we half remembered, giddy with the irony of singing this song amidst the drag queens and pony girls. We threw ourselves into the song and enjoyed a communal simultaneous orgasm with the audience and then slumped over, drained and exhausted, as it ended. W/we had to say goodbye to V and her boyfriend and, as she bent down to hug me, i took her neck gently in hand and

kissed her.

Whoo hoo! She was soft and sweet and i could’ve kissed her all night, but our carriage was rapidly turning back to pumpkin, so we had to say our final goodbyes. i flew back to the car, my husband keeping me tethered to the ground, lest i float out into the sky.

This was, without a doubt, the second-best day of my life.

;)