It’s cold and windy here today. Since the gardener quit (who quits a job during times like this?) the leaves needed to be raked. Even though it’s not the most fun job in the world, I decided I could make it at least a little better by cranking up some music and dancing around the back yard every now and then. There’s something about dancing and music that makes everything better :)
I was about to head out the back door when the phone rang; David was calling. We’ve seen each other a few times in the last couple of weeks, but we really haven’t had much time to talk. He’s been reading my blog and has had a “few” questions about the things I’ve written. We’ve briefly discussed one or two things, but he was ready to sit down and have a long chat. To be truthful, I was looking forward to that, too. It’s interesting to talk with someone who has little or no background in dominance or submission – their questions tend to make me think a lot about the whys and hows.
When he found out I was going to be busy raking leaves, he insisted on coming over to do it himself, especially after learning that I have a cold. I declined the offer as I really didn’t mind at all doing it. He insisted more persistently that he was at least going to come over and help. That worked for me as it meant we could talk a little.
I was ready to begin about 15-20 minutes before he was scheduled to arrive so I went ahead and began my task. The music was very peppy and probably a bit louder than it should have been. Pretty soon I was dancing all around with my rake partner. I’m sure I must have looked pretty ridiculous but when I looked up and saw him standing by the deck, he was sweet enough not to laugh. He did chuckle a bit as he nodded toward Rhododendron Guy standing out on his deck. Nothing like a big audience when you’re doing something silly. Ah well, who cares. I was having fun.
We chatted as we raked. He asked if I had dated a vanilla guy since I’d been divorced. I haven’t, but I thought about the question for a minute and responded, “I’m not sure there really are very many ‘vanilla’ guys out there.”
He shot me a quick look and asked me to explain.
I think there’s a bit of kink in almost every man. It depends on how you define “kink” of course, but I think the vast majority of men are so interested in sex and/or sexual things that it would be fairly easy to stir up a few kinky thoughts if a woman was so inclined. It might be just mild bondage or a bit of tease and denial to begin with, but I’ve never really met a man who couldn’t be persuaded to be a bit adventurous. Once his interest is piqued… well I am fairly sure that a lot of men could be slowly (or quickly) ;) coaxed along to doing quite a few things.
“Just like you. You’ve said you have never really explored anything kinky, but I know you’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
I wish I had a photograph of his expression right then; it was priceless. Eyebrows arching a bit in surprise, a bit of a flush, and then eyes that glanced away.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be difficult to accurately surmise that,” he finally admitted. “Of course I have. I’ve been reading your blog and you write about those things. I haven’t ever sought out things like that, though.”
I had to smile. “You’ve proven my point, really. As I said, it’s fairly easy to stir up a few kinky thoughts if a woman is so inclined. I did offer the link to my blog, didn’t I?”
He stopped. “You pointed me in that direction but you had no way of knowing I would be thinking a lot about the things you wrote. It’s entirely possible I would have read your blog and then thought no more about it.”
I winked and continued raking.
“You knew that wouldn’t happen.” It was a statement, definitely not a question.
I smiled and continued raking.
“That’s a little unnerving.”
“Really? It bothers you that I could influence what you think about?”
“I..” He looked away again.
“It’s ok. I won’t do that too often.”
“Too often?”
I had to laugh then. It was impossible to hold a straight face.
We continued raking and talking for a while longer. His questions were intelligent and his observations insightful. He did surprise me a bit by bringing up the issue of dating again but easily accepted my reiteration that I am simply not in a place where dating is a good idea.
Eventually there was a huge mound of leaves ready to be bagged. I turned to pick up a trash bag and I heard something fall into the pile. Great. My cell phone.
I started to kneel to sift through the pile when he insisted on finding it for me. He dialed my number and after a brief period of time on his knees located the ringing phone. He looked up and handed it to me. For the briefest of moments we both paused. He flushed even more than earlier but his eyes never left my face. I cleared my throat, turned, and retrieved the forgotten leaf bag.
Yes. I think he’s beginning to understand more than he’s admitting.
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So, you turned to pick up a trash bag and your cell phone just sort of happened to fall out of your pocket, eh? Oh, I believe you! Really I do. David doesn’t stand a chance, does he? (And I’ll bet he doesn’t want to.)
Keep on dancin’! :)
Arafin
Ha. I knew someone would say that, but think about how many cell phones and other electrical things I’ve destroyed since you’ve known me :)
Your description of that time was VERY SWEET and a bit exciting! It’s so fun reading about the interaction You’re having with David. Thank You for sharing about it. If he brings You your favorite dessert at some point, i’ll know he’s really been doing his homework.
And the image of You dancing around the yard with a rake is too cute.
Coincidentally – i cranked up the music here last night and was dancing away on the wood floors while working on the house after dark. The huge windows facing the ocean made me visible for anyone to see. But You’re right about how music and dancing makes everything better. i’m quite sore today from my escapades.
What’s fascinating to me is how in this situation, you are the more experienced partner in this area.
In my switchy past, I’ve always been the more experienced one, researching, thinking, explaining, and reflecting. I wonder what it would be like to have a more experienced partner who would take the lead?
And if David has any questions on how vanilla one can be and still be kinky, send him over to my blog ;-)
It sounds like your head isn’t ready to date, but your heart (and the rest of you) is.
You looked anything but ridiculous and silly. Joyful, appealing, other things, but not silly and ridiculous.
Lady Julia, you are remarkable !
You may also be, I sense, too powerfully strong for David, even though he is definitely and captivatingly smitten, already. But why should he not be? You are so easily who you are, and because you are you, just you wiithin you, how could David or any one not be smitten.
And it may not be about any peripheral ammenities; they are like but subsequent rewards, are they not?
Whether it runs towrad dating, remains flirtacious, or extrapolates into a beyond, as certain as the relationship continues growing straightaway, powerfully planting herself firmly wiithin Love and Trust and Respect, well, what is shall be. Then, two might explore as one all what is locked within every man and woman, most definitively.
Lady Julia, you are truly remakable.
Respectfully,
willie owen
I want to ask David if it is weird to read about yourself in the comments section or in Lady Julia’s posts. That would make me feel weird.
Re willie owen and David being smitten.
In my opinion, I think that can sum up the state of many men in the life of Lady Julia.
Lady Julia, you are truly one of a kind of the highest order.
Sometimes yes. I don’t feel weird reading what Lady Julia writes. I feel many other things but not weird. :-) It does feel strange sometimes reading things that people say about me when they do not know me at all.
I agree with Lunarlens on all counts.
Earlier I was reading about “Courtly Love” on Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtly_love
There is some of this that makes me think of you. I hope you accept this as respectfully meant because it is. I know you honor the marital committments of others so I am not suggesting that you would encourage anything inappropriate. I think many of us are smitten as they have said and would serve you not out of some idealized submission role but because we do so admire you and care for your happiness.