Encouraged by the positive feedback, I'm taking a stab at infrequently posting...

My current amusement at myself is what I realize is the conversion of a vanilla boy. I say boy because I realized that he is... wait for it... twenty-two. Well, I'm 43. This is a boy that I flirted with excessively... hey, I should tell the story.

As some of you know, I'm a budding ren-faire merchant, with the wonderful and enthusiastic support of D (Mr. TwoAreLooking). This past weekend, we set it up so that my business needed to be in two faires at the same time. THAT didn't work out, but we had already made prior arrangements to hire two different friends, one to work with us at each event. I was at the more-likely-to-make-money one, working with my friend... let's call her Jen. Jen, it turns out, is a kindred soul. Her marriage is way more open than mine. She can do anything up until actual intercourse. I discuss everything possible with D beforehand, and had already warned him that I was all about getting my flirt on at this event. He was down with it.

End of a long, rainy, cold Saturday. I'd packed up and changed into 'danes. Site was horrifyingly muddy. Already had a plan to stay at a local friends' home, so had some time to wander around faire with Jen. It was the final weekend of that faire, so Jen had already planned to make some purchases she'd been putting off. She wanted to go pick up a pair of shoes she'd had her eye on. Off to the shoe merchant! At the other end of the site.

We got there, she bought the shoes, and she noticed the charming assistant. He goes by Slim. He matches his name. She cuddles up to one side, and invites me to warm up his other side. Provocative talk ensued. Neck nibbling ensued -- of both of us, and of him. My neck is really quite sensitive. I got faint and very turned on! Cannon has long gone off and most danes are off-site. Owner of shop, used to faire shenanigans, is studiously working away on his phone on the bench at the front of the shop. Talk turns to cleavage, and I point out that I've changed out of my bodice, but there are twins present and accounted for -- see? He saw. I was wearing a knit tank under my shirt, so he really did only see cleavage. I leaned over to Jen and told her that we should see if his nipples were pierced. He looked quizzical at the whispering, and we simultaneously checked. They weren't, by the way. See, still only flirting! Jen drifts away, and I let him know that I <b>don't</b> have the same openess in my marriage that Jen does. We play, but only together. He smiled and said that sounded worth trying.

Next morning: texted the cute boy b/c I was too busy to get to his booth to say good morning. He came to my pavillion. He greets me sweetly, and I stood with my back to him to get subtle cuddles -- I am at my business, see? Jen cuddled up to his back. He kissed me gently but throughly, and goes off to the rest of his day.

This week, since this weekend, I have had a chance to text some more with him -- mostly provocative, but not explicit. We all (me, D, Slim) are planning on getting together next Friday. I will, naturally, update!

Just as well that we are meeting in a week -- poor thing has a chest cold! Hope he perks up. Man, do I hope he perks up!