I'm not doing my usual weekly Formspring post, though I do still want you all to send me more questions. I am going to keep today's post short because I have family obligations today that I need to get ready for. I did, however, want to mention that I have been on a bit of a loving myself kick recently and enjoying my life immensely because of it.
Yesterday I decided to do something fun for myself, since I had the time, so I went to the leather night at the bar again. I had a total blast, starting with watching the end of the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie on the TVs there (lame, I know). Soon after I met a few people I knew, got to talking, and started breaking out of my shell again. It can be very freeing to be at a place where people don't really care what you do or what you're into as long as you're not making a scene out of it. Plus there were tons of hot guys in leather that I got to meet and even make out with, so that was a huge plus.
I even got to meet International Mr. Deaf Leather and try out my (very) rusty sign language skills with him. It was an experience I would not give up for the world, and I'm incredible happy I did it. And as embarrassing as it was to realize that I couldn't spell properly, he and I had a really fun chat about his interest in fisting, which came about because I tried signing to him and he noticed that I have small hands for someone my height (I assured him they are the only parts that are small).
The night ended with me having my first glove-over-mouth experience, which I did not even really know was a thing. My friend who first got me to go to the bar noticed I was enjoying rubbing my face all over his leather and kindly covered my mouth and nose with it. He wasn't cutting off my air, but the effect was amazing. I was inhaling the scent of the gloves he had been wearing all night and I became very aroused. He turned me around so he was behind me, wrapping the glove around me, and it was all I could to to not grab on and drag him to the floor with me. I eventually jerked off twice once I was home remembering it. Even now, while writing about it, I'm starting to get hard.
I've decided make more time to enjoy my life and get out and have fun. I mean, look at what happens when I do. I'm not saying I'll get horny over every outing I take, but if I keep taking opportunities for fun instead of passing them up, I'm sure to come up with more.