It started with me cruising through friends FB pages. Clicking on things I found interesting, in common, their weirdness, as compared to my weirdness. I was bored, the weather was nasty hot with no rain in the forecast and all my places to go hiking were on fire; yah fire season in NE Nevada. Finally clicking on my old high schools memorial page I saw as a member a face who was a blast from the past. I honestly thought DT was dead or so off grid I would never see or speak with him, but then again I had been off-grid for 23 years I know several people thought the same thing about me. Well now, “What have I got to lose?” I clicked on his link and started looking through his page. Up flashes his face the one I remember so well; lovely blue eyes, sandy blond hair, great smile! Pics of he and his friends, workmates and his daughter. WOW! For a couple of days, I thought about shooting off a message, talked myself into and out of it hundreds of times. Finally, I took a deep breath and clicked on message. Within an hour I had an answer!
Now, three months later, I’m planning a trip to my hometown to visit my dad and guess who wants to play? That’s right DT. Apparently, he’s a born Dominant which is good but I’m a bit freaked out because he had me pegged as a submissive from the time I messaged him. I didn’t have to say anything or show my hand. Texting, chatting on the phone, messaging via FB all leads toward a mutual attraction, mutual interest, and mutual lust!
The last time I saw DT my daughter was 3 or 4 months old, prior to that was 12 months before while I was in my hometown with my son visiting family. I saw DT where I had the car detailed, we chatting, decided to go out for dinner and drinks and ended up at a hotel. . . . yah and now 19 years later I’m heading back to my hometown, back to DT only this time I know better but am old enough to say “What the fuck?!? Let’s play!” Amazingly I have no guilt, well no guilt except for the guilt I have for not having guilt.
So, the plan is to take the train from here to the southern San Joaquin Valley in California; spend five days visiting my dad and friends and maybe a few nights playing being flogged into submission and handing over power to DT. . . . . .
Dark Head-Space 