Scraps

We've been conversing about all this nonsense. Haltingly, in bits and pieces, getting repeatedly interrupted by life. But it feels like progress.

During a conversation on Monday night about kink and what we want from it, Aiden identified himself as a masochist. Somehow I had no idea. He told me that in times past, he had spent hours tied to a St. Andrew's cross being flogged, because it felt like a massage. I briefly inspected that piece of information and then set it aside, unsure what to do with it.

I awoke the next morning to a vivid image of his description, and I decided I liked it an awful lot. Something about it really turned me on.

And I'm still not sure what to do with that information.