the life and musings of a kinky slut
[FYI: I’m writing this while tipsy. My apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors. Yes, even when I’m tipsy, I worry about these things.] I was going to name this blog ‘Size Queen’ but since I’m tipsy, I wanted to keep up with the drunk blogging tradition. I publish about one or two of these […]
I don’t want to get back together with my Ex. I DON’T want to get back together with my Ex. But there was this moment recently. About a week ago, I had an early morning gig. The Sun wasn’t even up before I had to start work. And, me being me, I arrived early. My Ex […]
Sometimes it’s easy to forget. With time and space away from a situation, you can lose details, nuance to it all. Occasionally, though, life reminds you of what you’ve forgotten. Because of random happenstance, I not only saw my Ex at work tonight, which occurs from time to time, but I actually had a decent conversation […]
I went to a company holiday party last night. I went to Happy Hour first, had drinks with friends, and made plans for the holidays, but then I left earlier than normal and found my way to the bowling alley where the event was held. It was hosted by one of the half dozen companies […]
I saw my Ex at The Floating World.I looked about one hundred feet across the playspace, near its entrance, and there he was. I instantly recognized the brown skin, bald head, and stocky build.I immediately turned around.For good measure, I looked again. Yup, it was him. I turned back around.I followed a friend outside and […]
I walked away quickly, checking that I had everything as I went, when it struck me… My neck was bare. Rushing back to the guard post, I asked him if he had my necklace. I dropped to the floor and looked all around his station. Standing, he said he had found it. His stand was […]
Often times, in the throws of passion, whether during sex or in the middle of a scene, my eyes are closed. My Ex once asked me what I thought about when we fucked, my lids shut. He said I looked like I was gone, somewhere else. He wasn’t wrong. When I fucked him, my head […]
You can’t make this shit up. Me. My Ex. In a slow elevator. He stood towards the front, staring at the doors. I leaned against the side wall, looking down at the floor. I happened to gaze upon his shoes. They were Timberlands. I’d never seen him in them before. Brown, dirtied, nowhere near new. […]
Twice in the past month I’ve almost run into the Ex. He is still employed by a company I occasionally work for. Both times it was when I was driving, dropping off rental equipment, and, if I had lagged at the rental house for but a few minutes, we would have interacted. It’s been two […]
Recently I hurt a friend. There was a miscommunication. I jumped to conclusions. I went into protect myself mode. And, in the process, I let them down. For that I apologized. We have since reconciled and all is well with our friendship. But as soon as things were better again, I began wondering why things […]