Food and toys

I had dinner last night with the lovely debxena. We were going to go to One Red Dog but it had mysteriously, suddenly and emphatically closed- the building gutted, walls stripped. DEb wandered down the street and discovered Troy, a rather pleasant european restaurant, complete with polystrene greek columns, amphorae, and plastic grapes. And a flamboyant maitre'de. Oh, how he flamboyed. From the crushed velvet zebra-print shirt (unbuttoned to the nipples) right down to his shiny-tipped shoes he flaunted and flounced his sick perversity to the world. He paid rather a lot of attention to me, all eye contact and pleasant, knowing smiles, until I sat with Deb and we began discussing sex toys, bondage, J-lube and fetish parties.

Its great to chat to someone about such things without the pressure of being in a sexual situation- to just compare notes, swap hints and tips, discuss the logistics of bondage and polyamoury. Fantastic.