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I'm still try to absorb all the activity that happened at Dark Odyssey over the weekend.  It was a weekend filled with deepening friendships, growing friendships, and hopefully planting a seed that will grow into something fullfilling.

I was very fortunate to be invited to a cabin filled with some wonderful people, and had some good times, damn good times.

It's weekends like this where one discovers things about oneself, changes perspectives, confronts the self, and confirms the way one feels.

So much happened, I don't know where to really begin.

Sunday afternoon I started to crash.  It's sometimes referred to as *Camp Crash*.  I took a walk to be alone with my thought, which somewhat helped, but it was just placebo as I would soon find out.  At one point I found myself walking towards the dungeon, looking for someone who I knew did punching, as I was looking to get my chest punched.  Though I didn't find the one I was looking for, fate delivered another harbonger of punching, and we decided to do against the fence that surrounded the tennis court.  I liked punching.  It lets your partner know your there, creates a deep connection, and can be quite emotional.  But this time, I wanted to be on the receiving end.  Now I have a new appreciation for this type of play.  It gave me a deep feeling in my chest, and brought intense emotions to the surface.  I felt like the only thing around was my partner, and myself.  It was like the world stopped.  And the physical feelings linger for quite sometime, it's a good way to leave a little reminder.  As I write this, my chest is still sore, and when I rub it, I go can back to where I was yesterday afternoon.  This is something I'll remember the next time I do a punching scene as the puncher, seems like a nice way to remind your partner that you're still there.

I had some Fireplay done to me on Friday night.  Very sensual, intimate, and relaxing.  And even though I lost track of time, and showed up late, I was still graced with a wonderful time.  And I received a cupid the next day as a result of this scene.  It was a very pleasant, and touching surprise.

I got to do some simple sensation play with someone I met this past spring, who I was very lucky to bump into at this event.  It consisted of using my Leather Arm restraints, banjo picks, pressure points, my Stiletto, and it concluded with some verbal humiliation.  Almost immediately, my partner, composed herself and told me to clean up after myself since she was leaving.  I asked her about this, and she just wanted to be alone and put herself back together.   It made me feel odd, I've never experienced this.  But dammit, it she didn't want aftercare, I did!   I found myself walking around, reflecting about what just happened, and when asked for some advice, basically I was told that some people are like that,  and that I just need to discuss aftercare, regardless of how light the scene might be.  Since things can get hot fast.  But my feelings were somewhere around thinking that I did something wrong, and like this was a first.  Then, a few hours later I got a cupid, saying that she'd like to get to know me better and thanking me.  This made me feel good, but I now know to discuss aftercare, regardless. 

Friday, and Saturday nights were Leather Weather, so I got to wear my Leather, AND my spurs.  I fuckin' love that jingle jangle sound.  Just wish I had a western style gun belt to go along with it.

Those are the big things that I've been reflecting on, other events occurred( heee heee heee), and might be mentioned at a later date.

Oh, and the prostate massage I got, gave me such a powerful orgasm, that my whole body was so sore, that I could hardly move the next day.