fun, Relationships

Accidental BDSM aka Novel way to get some ice cream

So I’d been craving ice cream for a week. I’d mentioned it to Mona several times.  Ok just tuck that fact away for now.

Last Friday, I went over Mona’s place to spend the night. And we agreed that we’d light a special candle that doesn’t have wax that melts but massage oil.

Aw yeah. Sexy massagin’ time. The candle burnt, I poured some oil in my hand first to cool it off slightly, then poured on her on her back and I massaged her.

Ok going well.

Then I tried pouring a little straight from the candle itself.

That was fine too.

Rub rub rub, bella nice nice.

I poured on some more straight from the candle.

TOO MUCH!  IT BURNS!  A LOT!

Damn. Ok go to the fridge, get something cold to rub on. But it’s still tender and red.

Fuck.

We go to my car to go to CVS to get some burn cream.  She has to open her truck’s trunk. BAM I’m too close and it hits me in the head.

We go to CVS, get burn cream. “You know,  Mona.  Since we’re here… let’s peruse their freezer section.  : )

Boom.  Ice cream.

But wait,  there’s more.

As we walk back to her place, it’s cold,  so she runs and SCRAPES the side of her head on a bush. No leaves in the winter so just branches and sticks.

A little blood in her ear.

Apply direct pressure with a paper towel. No more bleeding. Then put the cream on her back. Things are good.

Then we cuddle, then we transition to Advanced Cuddling and at some point she POKES  me in the eye, and then she BONKS her head on the futon armrest.

Ugh. That was interesting.

So afterward,  bruised, we relaxed and enjoyed the healing power of Dr Ben and Dr Jerry.

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