#i really enjoyed learning rope when i did it before
On Sunday, November 23, Reaction Junkie returned from being away for two weeks. It was the longest we’d been apart at that point, and I think it’s safe to say that we missed each other quite a bit. I picked him up from the airport at ridiculous o'clock in the morning, and started driving us back to my apartment. As we drove, he took my hand and put it on his crotch. He said that he was hard thinking about fucking me. I could feel how true that was through his pants, and grinned. It was a totally panty melting move on his part, especially because he doesn’t do things like that super often. Whenever he does, though, it gets me going like crazy.
When we got back to my place, we made the bed and then I made pancakes while he relaxed. Chocolate chip, just as he likes. When I brought out the food, I found him sitting in a chair, waiting for me. I gave him his plate, and as I was about to start eating my pancakes, he stopped me. He pointed at the floor and told me to eat from there. I smiled. I’d missed this sort of thing while he’d been gone. I put my plate on the floor and started eating like a good little puppy.
When we both finished eating, we headed to bed. As soon as we got there, we were on each other. Rolling around, kissing, touching. Each of us appreciating the presence of the other. We cuddled hard, and I was almost too excited to sleep. But then I got myself off and we both fell asleep for six hours. When we woke up, I cajoled Reaction Junkie into starting to teach me some rope, which I’d been saying I wanted to do for several weeks.
Little did he know, I’d already learned a few things. I’d decided that I would spend some of the extra free time I had while he was away learning rope. Partially because it just seemed like a good thing to learn as someone who bottoms for rope, partially because I thought it might be fun, but most of all, I decided to do it because bondage is basically Reaction Junkie’s top kink. I’m always game for him to tie me up, of course, and I can always slap some cuffs on him but I wanted to be able to top him for rope, as well. So, during the two weeks he was gone, I started learning rope.
I began with some simple online tutorials, focusing on some of the basics of tying knots. I also asked The Violinist to teach me some things. I even braved my extreme anxiety about and aversion to learning in public and asked Boy Genius to teach me during happy hour. I spent many hours while Reaction Junkie was gone practicing knots over and over again until I felt comfortable with them, and managed to figure out some ties on my legs. I had a great time doing so, and got a great deal of satisfaction out of learning something new. I dropped a few hints to Reaction Junkie about getting him a gift, and started scheming about how to reveal my new skills.
I decided that it would be most fun to have him start teaching me something and make it seem like I didn’t know what I was doing. Then, when he was patiently letting me use him to practice on for the umpteenth time, I would wow him by easily tying the knot and maybe even tying him up. If this was pool, I’d have been planning to hustle him.
Reaction Junkie wasn’t fully awake when he started teaching me. He put a couple wraps around my wrist and tied a knot, but when he pulled the rope to show me how it wouldn’t collapse, the whole thing came undone. We both laughed a little at this sleepyheaded move. I said, “Let me try,” and took his hand. He asked, “Has someone been teaching you rope?” I just gave him a little smile and confidently tied a somerville bowline. Then I looked up at him and said. “That’s what I got you while you were gone. I’ve been learning rope.” I watched his face for his reaction, and was gratified to see that he was very happy with the present.
Reaction Junkie watched me tie the knot again and said, “That’s hot.” I grinned and did a little happy butt wiggle, pleased that I’d been able to keep my rope learning a secret from him the whole time he’d been gone. I’m terrible at not telling people when I’m getting them something or doing something for them that I know they’ll be happy about, but this time I’d managed not to spoil the surprise.
