Scintillectually Yours

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
— Marilyn Monroe

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“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
— Marilyn Monroe

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This montage visually sums up the past couple of posts for DPR and I. We’ve been exploring all of the intricacies of a Butch Daddy/Little Girl dynamic without trying to cross over into age play. That said, sometimes it’s all about the costume, n’est ce pas? If you want a better understanding of this dynamic from a literary point of view, be sure to check out DPR’s Hey Daddy: Walking Between Worlds. If you just want titillation? That would be yesterday’s Wicked Wednesday: That Pleases Me. I think we’re done with the subject…at least for today. *wink* Be sure to see Osbasso for more HNT goodness!

My darling DPR is flying in on Friday and because I know we’ll be playing with the camera quite a bit (in the midst of playing with each other, no doubt), I am going to go ahead and post the best of the shots she took of me when I was visiting her in February. It’s a bit of an odd mix and there were four that I had trouble choosing between, so please *clicky-click* for the third and fourth in the series. Next week should prove to be a lot of fun as we both have plenty of ideas in mind. Be sure to visit Osbasso for more HNT goodness!

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During my recent stay with DPR (and let me just plug her new blog right now and get that out of the way: www.androgynonymous.wordpress.com), we had a few opportunities for pics that will hopefully last me through the next four weeks or so before we can be together again. At one point, she threw me one of her denim shirts and began to artfully arrange folds and drape fabric while snapping away. I have to admit, when I first saw the shots I hated them. I am the world’s leading expert in self-deprecation. I can look at any picture of myself and see nothing but the flaws. Once I started playing with these however, I found I could have a little fun with form and function. I’ve tried to recreate the silver gelatin print through Photoshop. Here, then, is the first week’s offering in Her Shirt. Don’t forget to click-through and don’t forget to stop by Osbasso’s Views from the Back Row to get all the HNT goodness!

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DPR left for the long drive home around 3:30 Tuesday morning. I miss her as I have missed no other. Without her I feel the days stretching by, punctuated by our phone calls and emails, leading into lonely nights in my half-empty bed. I will see her in 15 days. Until then, she, like you…can see me here.

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DPR and I had not been apart for even two full weeks when she tossed her bags in the truck and drove 15 hours through the night to come spend a few days with me. As luck would have it, the New England weather decided to wrap its wintery arms around us and she has yet to head back home. Maybe this weekend…sigh. Until then, we are thoroughly enjoying our small slice of domesticated bliss and for once I am not having to fuss with self-timers and last-minute shoots. DPR is an amazing photographer and although we had no professional lighting or backdrops with us, the series (which you will see a lot of in the coming weeks) turned out pretty well, IMHO. The most amazing thing is seeing myself through her eyes…she makes me feel quite beautiful, indeed.

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This week we also participated in the OHNT for the very first time. See a little more of our New Year’s Eve celebration here, and don’t forget to stop by and see Os for more HNT goodness!

My darling DPR was here for nine positively blissful days. Although we have seen each other on occasion and kept in touch somewhat over the years, we have both been dealing with more than our fair share of shit relationships. After our on and off again relationship (made difficult by my then boyfriend and her numerous girlfriends *ahem*) 26 years ago, I imagined that it would be slightly awkward to be rekindling a sexual connection in our mid-40s. I worried needlessly. From the moment we were finally alone together, it was as though we had never been apart. Perhaps the only thing that has changed about us (aside from my considerable weight gain) is that we are SO much better at this then we were in our early 20s and back then we were pretty fucking good!

What I have come to learn is that it is very difficult to maintain a sex blog when you are head over heels in love. And this is BIG LOVE. Up until now I have been able to write what I know. Much of my erotica, particularly my Wicked Wednesday posts, are based in fact. Some of them are practically transcripts of my sexual exploits. I spoke with DPR about how I can continue to write creative erotica without feeling as though I am betraying something so incredibly special. I can’t write about US. I can’t recount something that goes so far beyond the mechanics of sex and into the realm of something I have never experienced before.

She is exceedingly supportive of Scintillectually Yours. She understands my need for this community and that this type of writing is just another facet cut into the rock that is me. We discussed Wicked Wednesday and how to go about that and, in the end, we decided that she would give me assignments every Tuesday night. I find it challenging to be given a theme for MFM every week and have, for the most part, done well with it. This week, DPR gave me my first assignment, a rough outline, a miniature scenario to be fleshed out and laid bare. I found myself positively scintillated (if I may be so bold) and enjoyed every moment in the writing of it. The end product became something similar to what we are as a couple—hot, sexy, slightly edgy, really funny, full of attentiveness and passion and playfulness. This is what I have been missing all these years. Someone who makes me laugh, loud and long. The kind of laughter that causes you to snort and spit milk out of your nose. The kind of laughter that makes you pee your pants. At the same time, she makes me moan with wanting from across a crowded room. When I see her talking so animatedly to my friends as I’m cooking dinner, my heart just fills up and overflows. One whisper from her, one touch, one look and I am forever gone. I can’t imagine how we’ve lived our lives without each other and at the same time I can’t imagine how we would have lived them together without having experienced the pain and anguish we have both been through.

I realize this is a long and rather sappy (okay, really sappy) HNT post. I have come to a crossroads in my life where I am highly protective of that intimacy that DPR and I share and yet still wish to continue to explore the very erotic nature of my being and our being. With that in mind, I have included a series of shots taken on New Year’s Eve…a bare hour or so after she proposed to me and I accepted. With her blessing, I offer up a glimpse of us and the amazing future that awaits us even as we live it each day.

“All that is profane becomes sacred again.” ~ Rumi

And lest I forget, stop on by Osbasso’s site to get a liberal sprinkling of your regularly scheduled HNTs! Happiest of Thursdays to all!

A white tank top. A hot shower. These are the pieces of me….

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An oncoming head cold sent me to bed early last night without the energy to come up with a new HNT series for this week. I decided to re-post this older shot…taken in the Spring just after HTB left me. In fact, it was just a few days and I was heavily into my mourning period. Now, I think it’s rather poignant. The memory of being that utterly bereft  are fading. Life has moved on…I’ve moved on. I hope never to be cornered by grief again, but one never knows. In the meantime, I’m dancing free. Be sure to visit other, hopefully happier, HNTs, at Osbasso’s.