27 Feb 2006 -- I had this dream that was like Sixteen Candles gone pornographic (though oddly enough, during the dream I kept thinking of Fast Times at Ridgemont High) -- after the Anthony Michael Hall nerd tried to get his date with the sweet Molly Ringwald character (who then receded into the background) the male population of the school, including the previous nerd, gathered under a pier or something to see the hot blonde chick take off her top (as promised in advance) and then rub herself through her panties and then pull them aside and get some help from the hands of one of the popular guys (but no other parts of him). Then my brain went off into her being a sort of instructor for this school for inexperienced guys that was really all about getting them to know what to do with a woman.

2 Feb 2006 -- I never snuck out of the house as a teenager, but I'm making up for lost time now. (Well, that's what it feels like, even though Ed doesn't have a problem with it -- he's asleep and I'm trying not to wake him up and all.) Simon asked if I had anything interesting to wear and even offered his trenchcoat when I said my interesting clothes weren't fit to wear outside the house. So I put on that red satin gown with the transparent cups and the lace panels up to the crotch, and a thong and stockings and high heels, and covered it up with the purple and red floral satin bathrobe. Simon got a brief look in my apartment before I belted the robe tightly for the walk to the car, and on the way there he certainly seemed to enjoy sliding his hand over the lace panels and then pulling that up with the hand that wasn't on the wheel. Indeed, the outfit seemed even more of a success when we got to his place, because usually he's pretty quick to try and get me completely uncovered. This time we just stood in the middle of the floor and kissed and caressed and rubbed up against each other for the longest time. Then he said he had something to suggest, if I was up for it, and got out his handcuffs. I was a bit nervous but had spent enough time thinking about since the last time he asked, so I agreed.

He handcuffed me and raised my hands above my head in the archway between the two rooms, using a cord which he wrapped around the nails that were holding up stuff hanging on the wall. Then he kissed and rubbed and squeezed me all over, and went to get some ice and ran that over me. He had to uncuff me briefly to get the gown off, and then re-raised my arms and went on doing the same teasing -- it was so fucking hot. And he adjusted the cord and put a pillow down on the floor and said "On your knees." Ohh...I lasted longer at sucking him off than I usually do, too, before my jaw and all (well, actually, more my legs, the kneeling) started to pain me.

Back on my feet, then we took the panties off and tried to fuck standing up, me pushed up against the side wall of the archway, but we couldn't get lined up at an angle that would let his cock get to me. (Actually, I've never had a lover with whom standing sex seemed to work.) So we went to the bed, and ended up uncuffing me there because I needed to separate my arms to stay balanced on top of him. Sex -- rest -- sex -- rest -- sex. But as good as that part was, I think it's the earlier part that's going to stick in my brain. I loved being the one not in control and I wanna do it again, but I also want to do the same things to Amelie, which would be just as hot.
There are still slight red marks on one side of each wrist, more than two hours and a shower later. Just looking at them is exciting.