Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Usually I’m pretty reserved as far as alcohol and the like. As I’ve said here before, sex is my real vice. This weekend however I went a bit overboard and a really enjoyable time of it. Saturday night I went out with some friends to dinner and got myself good and drunk (Davey made sure I got home, and then gleefully “took advantage” of me in my drunken state. Of course I put that in quotes because it was all quite consensual.) I got chatty in my drunkeness and finally asked my cross-dressing ex if his wife knows about his cross dressing and kinkiness. (I’ve been wondering for a few years now!) Alas, the answer was “we don’t talk about that” but that he’s “happy.” Hmm. So I suppose I’m still the only girlfriend he was ever really open to about his cd and kinky interests. I think I blathered something else in his ear about what ever happened to all the wonderful kinky gear he had (I missed that when he and I broke up! Fun stuff!) he said some of it’s still around. Drunk as I was, I think I said something offhandedly like, “Well if you ever want to get rid of that stuff I’m right here!” lol I do hope I didn’t embarrass myself TOO much last night. I was discreet about asking him the questions about cross dressing and kinkiness so the rest of our friends didn’t hear and his wife didn’t hear. I then whispered in his ear about how I have a Dom now who I see about once a week but that of course, “Davey knows. Our relationship is really open.” I’m sure my ex went home last night thinking that he knows way more than he ever wanted to about what I’m up to right now. lol Man was I chatty! Soon it became a joke with Davey and my ex when I’d say for the 12th, 13th, 14th, etc. time that “I’m so drunk right now!” All I had was two margaritas. But this place in the city makes margaritas that will kick your ass. (Plus all day I had only eaten a bagel with lox and cream cheese with MasterDoc early in the afternoon. Then I started drinking in the evening before dinner. I was sloshed before I was through my first drink and we ordered food.)

Friday night I went out with MasterDoc and was intoxicated on something else. I had barely ever been in that state before, so it was interesting walking the city streets feeling delightfully disoriented and high. I felt really cuddly towards MasterDoc and kissing him that night was so wonderful. He threatened to have a whole bunch of guys fuck me at the swing club that night, and I so would have been up for it. *grin* I keep waiting for the day he finally makes good on that threat.

The club was a bit slow, and ultimately the most we did with anyone else was having this rather chatty guy play with my breasts while MasterDoc got me worked up. The guy offered that we could go into one of the private back rooms (yet again we were camped out in the “exhibitionist room” and kept hearing the owner give tours and point this room out, which made me a bit giggly in my state) so that MasterDoc could have “two slaves.” Oh my. Alas, men are not MasterDoc’s type. But interesting that he picked up on what my wearing a collar meant more or less.

MasterDoc had me play with myself, getting myself right to the edge. I found myself more horny than usual and I was able to get myself on the edge which can be so hard these days. (Early Feb I see my shrink to talk about different medication.) MasterDoc then fucked me from behind and it felt wonderful. I love how loud you can get in a club and I was screaming as I came. I was too far off in my own headspace to notice, but MasterDoc tells me that we drew a crowd, including the voyeuristic female bartender who I’m glad to hear watched us. There was a guy there who he would have given a turn to, but the guy was too reserved and didn’t show any interest. *sigh*

My memories of the weekend are slightly fuzzy, but damn I had a good time. Can’t live your life like that all the time (I have a friend who would beg to differ but then she’s always unhappy despite the “fun” she has with drugs and alcohol.) and now I’m back to my sober life. I like taking excursions on the wild side, but do so prudently so that I don’t harm myself or others. Both nights I had men who I trusted with me (Davey or MasterDoc) so that I wasn’t left in an intoxicated state without someone to watch out for me.