With the upcoming house party preparation nearly at an end, my thoughts have turned to more pleasant ones, such as ‘will I get any play and who will it be with?’
The House Party is an interesting weekend – unlike a school day or a reformatory, it’s not institutional and although there are suitable activities to whet a kinky appetite and encourage play, a lot of play is ‘free play’* and therefore the chaps pull the girls. Occasionally, the girls pull the chaps, but this is the Regency era and we do tend to languish waiting for them to make the first move. So there is a lot of anxiety amongst the girls as they wonder which Regency Buck is going to make a move on her – or worse still, what if none of them do? Chaps are feckless creatures, always more likely to chase the new, the pretty and the young, which gives Jessica (the old, looks ok with her back to the light, getting on a bit) sleepless nights.
Last year, in a series of unfortunate events in true Lemony Snicket style, which I won’t bore readers with, I managed to go an entire weekend without a single spanking or a single orgasm. Despite sharing a bed with HWMBO. This is partly because I am jolly hard to pin down (ho ho) when I’m hostessing such a massive event, I’m more likely to be getting up early to be first to breakfast** organising the next activity, speaking to the chef, doing an emergency repair on a torn dress and rushing around than thinking of kink. But it’s also because I am actually quite shy and am terrible at expressing my interest to people so tend to wait for chaps to come to me – often fatal, because chaps are pretty lazy and would much rather take an obvious offer from someone else than enter a fraught flirtation with the possibility of no reward. Translation, hunters will take down an injured or tired animal before chasing after the fit one that runs fastest!
The House Party was still amazing and I still loved it though. But this year, I am desperate to play, if only to prove to myself that someone apart from HWMBO fancies me. And we have some fanciable chaps and ladies this year. But I am a terrible coquette. I’m horribly practical so I often get called away. And I’m sarcastic under pressure. None of which are designed to make a man rush to pull me when there are other dishes available.
So the question is – do I pleasurably anticipate possible liaisons in my spare moment, leading to the probability of disappointment? Or do I go expecting nothing so anything I do get is a bonus?
It’s a terrible thing, being confident on the outside and a trembling wreck inside.
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*It sounds like a Steiner school, I know!
**Normally leading to me sitting at a table for 14 on my own for an hour, drinking tea and chatting to Thomas the footman before any of the other buggers show their faces. But I have to be there when it starts, just in case one of them is there!
Jessica, never having actually seen you, I cannot judge your looks.
However, nothing in your writing gives me the impression that you are any sort of wallflower.
It’s natural that you are a little nervous after putting so much effort into this weekend.
You will have a marvelous time, as you usually do.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Let’s see. One, I’m under the impression that steps have been taking to improve the secret flirtation this year. Use them!!!
Second, send everyone a link to this post. Subtlety be damned!
Thirdly – oooh. Wonder who’ll get the spanking this year for being last to breakfast? I seem to recall getting both last year – who will win the Hannah Moore Tardy Riser Cup?
There’s a spanking for being the last to breakfast?? Damn!
Race you, Eliane…
Jessica, I’ve heard more than one story about people’s efforts to seduce you last year being thwarted by your being super busy. I agree with Nic, send this link to every male going- screw subtlety!
xxx
Eliane – yes. Apparently rocking up at 9.55 as if it were a hotel dining room is not the done thing. Even if you’ve been up to nefariousness till 5am. Not that I ever did that, of course.
As the official Old Maid of last year’s house party, who also got no Steiner play, snogs or cums all weekend, I totally sympathise, Jessica. But it sounds as though you have put much thought, planning and strategising into this year’s event, and learnt from bitter experiences, so I’ve every confidence it won’t be repeated for you. Go forth and seduce, my lady!
She is rather hard to pin down (remembering last year when myself and another young lady tried to seduce you and you thought we wanted mending) I think new
things this year will help – or the employment of very direct fan language! Xx
Paul, you’ve never seen Jessica? But . . . I thought you were her Lover?!
Jessica, listen to your friends and send everyone a link to this post. Hope you have a great weekend!
Er….my lover not *that* Paul! This Paul is lovely lovely Paul who makes me laugh every day. If The Lover ever comments, he comments as ‘The Lover’! Honest! xx
“Translation, hunters will take down an injured or tired animal before chasing after the fit one that runs fastest!”
Objection!
The thrill comes in the chase, the dance, the fencing; not in the getting or having.
I’ve only recently been linked through to your blog Jessica, but I love your point of view and your refreshing writing! keep it up, and good luck in your quest.
That is true, he commented
(he lurks)