I started noticing it when I was in the late-stages of my first kink relationship. The late stage where the sex and kink die-off, you aren’t playing as often, maybe the thrill is gone or you’re in line with 2-5 other women waiting to be slotted in at the dominant’s convenience.
And then it began.
I’d stub my toe three times in one day. Bang my arm into the wall of my cubicle. Smack my head on an open cabinet, and stumble back, wincing from the sudden pain that woke me out of whatever reverie I’d been in.
It didn’t take me too long to make an interesting connection.
The longer period of time that passed between play-dates, the more frequent would be these small self-injuries.
This has been scientifically proven.
As a kid I was accident prone as hell. But that was myopia. Myopia with oblique astigmatism, as I have recently discovered.
Once I got glasses, I did much better with the whole walking-and-not-smashing-into-walls-thing. But there is still that weird connection with not being in deliberate erotic pain for long periods of time and a looseness of limb and laxity of attention that winds me up with more incidental contusions, abrasions and sprains than I think normal for the average chick.
I’m thinking about this because it has been a couple of months for me, again, since a nice solid ass whupping. I gotta rewind back to my visit to Wisconsin.
And today I sit here with a scraped knee and 3 funny bone dead-on hits in the past 24 hours!
Thank Ganesha that Folsom Weekend is upon us, and some friends coming in from out of town may, hopefully, do some ass-kicking.