, leather cuffs and collar, too., leather cuffs and collar, too. Now, don't get the wrong idea when I tell you this, because I still hate having my head shaved, but it's done and can't be undone except by many months of waiting. Shaving my own head now just delays regrowing it one more day, so it's not a big deal. If that seems I'm being too logical and unemotional, that's not true. I do feel emotion- al about it. If I could have my hair back right now, I'd do it, List or not. But I can't, so I am experimenting with this new look--just for a few days--before Column One is over and I can start growing it back. So what I'm trying to tell you is that when I shaved, it was an erotic experience. It still is. After a shower, I shaved my underarms and legs (I didn't need depilating). Then I covered my scalp with his fluffy white shaving cream so it looked like I had short, white hair. I "revealed" myself with the razor. Don't ask. I can't explain. When I read over that last paragraph it doesn't capture the eroticism of becoming so extremely naked, but for me it is an erotic process. Anyway. Back to the tale. He had lit two candles in the bed alcove and was waiting for me. He just started right in with the foreplay. I was unable to get into it, even though preparing myself for sex is always a turn-on for me. Anticipation is half the game for me. I don't like spontaneity. Surprises, yes, but I have to know that he has thought them out well in advance and planned the things he does to me. I like my spontaneity to be well planned. But I just couldn't get into the foreplay. The worst part was that he knew it--and he seemed to be expecting me to have trouble, too. He was even pleased, I think. |