#multi part stories
Before we left for dinner and happy hour, I checked the weather and my technology promised me no rain. Technology lied. As The Anarchist Economist and I left the train station, we saw that it was raining pretty heavily. I was like, “Damnit!” because I’d gone through the trouble of washing my hair AND drying it with a blow dryer, which I hardly ever do. OH WELL
When we got to the pizza place, we were seated by a lovely guy who told us where the bathrooms were and that we could dry off there. After both The Anarchist Economist and I were slightly less damp, we ordered our food. We had vegan pizza and great conversation and I had wine.
It was a few minutes after the normal start time for happy hour when we finished eating, so TAE and I headed to there. When we arrived, however, the door wasn’t open, so we waited inside the restaurant associated with the happy hour space. Other people soon joined us and I actually made conversation with strangers, which I’m very proud of me for.
About fifteen minutes later, someone came to open the door. He also said he needed help carrying in some pieces of some new kink furniture for the happy hour playspace - a cage! TAE, some other people, and I helped carry in the cage parts, and then TAE and I went to pay for drinks at the bar.
I was a little apprehensive about seeing Reaction Junkie. That day would have been our third anniversary, and he’d texted me “Happy anniversary.” earlier in the day. It was sort of weird and felt passive aggressive, although I tried not to assume the worst. Reaction Junkie arrived not long after we got in. He came right over and said hello, and, actually, he, TAE, and I had some good conversation.
He was the first of many people to comment on The Anarchist Economist’s “Don’t Tread on Anyone” shirt. He said something along the lines of, “What if some people want to be tread on?” I grinned and pointed at my boots and said, “I told him to wear it. And I wore my stompy boots so I can tread on him.”
More people started to file in and I was pleasantly surprised to see a whole bunch of familiar faces! I was worried that not many people I know would be there, but I needn’t have been concerned. Sunny was definitely there, as were Anderson Cooper and several other friends. At one point, I looked up, and who should walk in? Anti Feminist Libertarian Boy! I was surprised to see him, but it was fun to catch up.
There was a class during the earlier part of the night, so while it was going on, TAE and I talked with my friends and acquaintances and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Once the class ended, TAE and I headed upstairs to find a good spot to do our treading scene. We grabbed a couch and set up to play.
I straddled him in the couch and we talked for a little while to start. Then I had him get on the floor so I could start using my boots on him. I stepped on him and stood on him and ground the tread of my boots into his thighs. Every so often I threw in a few kicks for good measure. He made all sorts of fun pain sounds, groans and moans and whimpers. I enjoyed hearing and seeing him suffer for me, which he did very well.
I finished with the bootplay, and we sat next to each other. I took out some of my impact toys and started hitting the fronts of his thighs. I was using a toy that functions much like a belt doubled over, and The Anarchist Economist was taking it like a champ. Until one of my strikes landed poorly and accidentally connected with his balls. Maybe that might have possibly been okay if it was expected, but it definitely was not. Oops.
He was pretty done after that, so we stopped the scene and started aftercare. We cuddled and talked until I needed to go downstairs because I didn’t want to watch a certain scene that was happening. I packed up my toys and we headed down. I said goodbye to friends and closed out my tab. On the way out, TAE and I got sandwiches and then hopped on the train home.
I wanted to take The Anarchist Economist to my kink happy hour to introduce him to many of my friends, and because I hadn’t been in a while and I really missed it. So, I invited him and he accepted my invitation. This is the part one of the story of the resulting day and two nights we spent together.
I also asked him if he’d like to come over in the morning on that Tuesday and do work with me during the day. I figured I’d been more productive with him there, since my productivity had been virtually zero, except when I was with another person who needed to get shit done.
I was super excited when he decided that yes, he did want to come over in the morning! He got there around 10am and spent a while complimenting me on how damn adorable I am. He wasn’t wrong:
When we finally did get to work, I actually got a pretty decent amount of work done. My NRE brain was a little quieted since he was sitting right next to me, even if I was also distracted by his presence. Like, I kept taking little glances at him and getting randomly turned on from him being there. At the same time, I didn’t want to distract him from what he was working on, so I did focus approximately a million times better than I would have on my own.
I couldn’t resist my urges for too long, however, so we (or, really, I) decided we could take a break. We put our things down and as soon as we were no longer impeded by objects, I straddled him and pushed my knee between his legs. We made out and I kissed and bit his neck. I didn’t want to bruise or mark him too high up and didn’t want to stretch his shirt, so I told him to take it off.
Then I was really able to go to town. He made the best fucking sounds, especially when I bit down hard. All kinds of moans and “Oh yes”-es and “Please LFB” and “Thank you, LFB.” It was delightful as all hell. Eventually I stripped my dress off, which resulted in even more compliments about my body, especially my tits.
I asked him if he wanted to move to the bed, and said we should set a time so we wouldn’t take too long a “study break.” I did do that, but I don’t think we actually stuck to it. Once we were in the bed, we resumed our making out and biting and touching. I was rubbing his cock through his clothes and oops, he leaked pre-cum and made a wet spot on his shorts. What a desperate little slut. Luckily he had an extra pair to wear out, since he was staying the night.
After I finished getting dressed, we headed downtown. I told him I was going to use the time on the train to show him memes and he was super excited. Because of course he was. He’s fantastic.
Oh! Also! He has a shirt that says “Don’t Tread on Anyone” (lol libertarian) so I made him wear it. To complement it, I wore my badass stompy boots for a scene at happy hour where I would tread on him. I think I’m clever.
