In the Pink

It's rare that I get the chance to be out with the BBC in the normal world.

We have precious little time together, all of which we cherish, and much of which is spent entirely within the companyof each other as opposed to others -- which I'm sure you can all comprehend.

Last night, however, I had the rare opportunity to be out and about with him -- and Fluff and Tmuna -- at a function... and I loved it on so many levels.

First of all, there's the fact that I really enjoy spending time with Tmuna and Fluff. They are two of the brightest , intelligent and fun women I could ever hope to meet, with the added advantage that when together, we allow ourselves the occasional smirk at the Feline.

(And you know when I say "occasional", I mean "constant". 😄 )

Then, there's the fact that it was a function where many of the guests were from our BDSM community -- the mix of perverts in a vanilla setting really does it for me. It's so much fun to talk to people who are on the same wavelength, and where no explanation is required about being involved in BDSM. I have so many vanilla friends who I adore, and who are otherwise perfect confidantes. But when it comes to understanding -- truly understanding BDSM -- it's so rare that non-participants get it.

That's a huge part of what made last night special.

Best of all, of course, and the point of inspiration for my writing today, was the joy at being able to relax and be with the Big Bad Cat.

There's nothing quite like watching others bop and boogie (a form of dancing I can never get much better at than "don't call us, we'll call you"), while someone is discreetly pulling you by the hair, or squeezing your thigh, or lightly spanking your ass.

I love you, BBC x