Simon e-mailed in response to some thing else (supposedly) and then added that it had been "almost exactly two years" since we first tried using the handcuffs on me. I'm surprised he even remembered when it was -- I had to check the writings to remember -- but it's scary how eager I am to plan a time to do it again. Hell, I'd probably let him handcuff me any time we have sex; he just doesn't always bring the cuffs. Unsettling how the thoughts bring up internal tingles and I start cataloging my lingerie to as to pick out what won't get in the way. And what to put on right now for my fantasizing about being being dominated all kinds of ways.