This weekend was fun, yet also bizarre.  There are some things that are standard for me, I did none of them and anal sex was known to be had.

One of the things about easing myself back into my kink life is making events.  There is only a short window of time left before the summer season changes to fall so I am trying to get as many things in as possible prior to my life changing, yet again.

Weekend Reunion was a no brainer.  There is not a better party in town that meets my personal needs.  Now others may disagree but that event is good for my body and soul.

Weekend Reunion is only once a year though, and other things go on the other 364, one of them was a picnic.  Now blankets and chicken in and of themselves is not kinky, but my people being who they are we figured out how to still be us, in Harlem, without violating public decency laws – mostly.

The decision to go was very last minute as in about 9 hours before the start of the event.  I needed to get some shit done at home and I also needed to hitch a ride.  Even though transport to and from NYC with the current gig is a non issue, I wasn’t feeling the commute from Manhattan to Harlem.

All things fell in to place and I hit the road with my friend, late but still in time for shenanigans.

Perhaps one of the first signs that this night would be different was my choice of outfit.

There is a rule that bounces around ‘vanilla’ events that I jokingly call the Nicole rule.  It is a general rule that your clothing should not be kinky or too revealing, in a vanilla setting. That usually has me standing in front of my closet going FUCK.  My outfit was mild for my standards capris and a tee shirt. At any given moment there is a signifigant percentage of my beautiful soft brown skin showing, but I actually on purpose chose something different.

A part of it is my evolution.  Yes I can admit that some of the old outfits were the attention whore in me doing that which she does.  Another part of it was my decision to present the me of now.  Even with all the beautiful new and young faces in my POC scene, folks still know me.  I don’t have to stand out in the crowd because I am a part of the crowd.  I want to be a part of my scene not stand apart from it.

Signal number two was my almost immediate separation from Tempest.  Yeah she’s cool and all but I was gonna drive up and back with her, and I know her.  I made the specific decision to not only spend time with her but also with the other familiar and new faces in the crowd. I don’t regret it.  These new kinky kids on the block are kind of cool. Yes, I understand that it may make the OBS revoke my future seat at the table, but it might just be the cougar in me seeking prey.

Signal number three was my decision to be a good friend and forfeit the after party I wanted to go to and be there for her where she needed to be.  Look, I packed both condoms and lube, I had plans.  Those plans had to wait though because I owed my friend my attention after ignoring her at the picnic. A funny thing happened on the way to the party though.  A casual phrase tossed out in humor got my nipples hard. I wasn’t expecting a hand around my throat but when it happened my body had her normal reaction, and I was not in a position at all to handle that which takes me to

Signal four: I made zero attempts to have sexual contact.

No I am not ill.

Despite unexpected asphyxiation and a party someplace in Brooklyn where I could have as much intimate contact as my little mouth and vagina could handle, I adulted.

fuck being an adult man

I chose to put my other role as friend first. Let’s be real, while I cannot get S&M whenever I choose I have sex pretty much whenever I feel like it.  Delaying my orgasms 18 or so hours was not gonna kill a bitch.  I will say that it was odd in a sense, and hopefully not a habit, but I delayed my own gratification.

I got to spend some time in Chelsea seeing the sights and exchanging thoughts with old friends. I ate diner food. I slept in a king bed and not once regretted having the whole thing to myself.  I didn’t take my shirt off or my pants. I wore sensible shoes. Gotta say overall it was a good day.

In closing, Black Jesus is real and his ass is quite grab-able.  He also has really strong hands.  Really nice hands.

Have you met Black Jesus?

Will you #twerk for him?

Aphrodite Brown