Flower Saga

   
          Our saga begins some entries ago, dating around the end of October. 
For my readers who have recently discovered my ramblings and don't follow

• Scare Flower
• Gush

TLDR:  Went to Halloween Horror Nights. A talented, intimidating scareactor there noticed me and gave me a flower, and then another before we left.  We returned a few days later. He remembered me and gave me another flower. I returned a third time. Another flower + peek-a-boo.

It's been an on-going joke on Facebook, and even my co-workers.

Mr. Flower and I have been in contact and he last invited me to attend a Halloween party he and his colleagues attend post Halloween, since they have to work on Halloween every year at Universal. I went right after Blizzcon, where he introduced me to almost everyone that were in masks and charging at me with saws and machetes.



BUT.
Before I get into last nights events... allow me to indulge in some innocent verbal squee over how absolutely amazing it was to be at Rapture the other night!!!
I won't go into too much detail, but T (a.k.a "Sir") was gonna be there with his little Pixie and it's always so wonderful to see them! Lauren was going too but because we both had different things going on, we met up there. Was probably better anyway because I had work at 5AM, lolol. This was a bdsm event, similar to this one but in a location that's specifically furnished for such events. The last place was gorgeous but was a club venue with a fancy basement. This place was something you would see in a Saw movie. Delicious, I know.
Lauren and I arrived around the same time but we both couldn't find parking for shit and were both thinking of just leaving. I had pulled over and was in the middle of texting her telling her I was going home when at that very moment she called me like she knew I was giving up and excitedly told me the security guards helped her find a spot and they were saving one for me!!! So I hauled ass over there and parked behind her. Yay!
We went inside and were immediately on the look-out for a pink mohawk.

Issss he in that room?   O__O nope.
This one? Oh hey, nope.
Hmmm... that one? Nice. Nope.
He said all the way in the back.... hmm let's keep going.

It was really packed. We wiggled our way through the narrow passage towards the room in the back, where there seemed to be an audience watching something. Lauren, ahead of me, peeked her head in and "yup, there he is"

As we walked in I watched Pixie come down from the stage with him not far behind her. She looked ADORABLE in her little kitty cat ensemble omg. That girl is precious. I love watching her little happy dances. T saw us and came over to unleash all of the hugs.

Will there be pictures? Not from the event. Remember how I said most places won't allow them? *nods* =\ yeah. With good reason, but you can use your imagination.

Here's my face. Sorry.

Basically I had arrived that night expecting a short visit to see people I am fond of and observe all the yays. Meaning-- I was not appropriately dressed for play. Understandably, I was informed that playing with T would most likely not be a possibility due to a long list of people he had. No biggie, I thought. Next time! At least I get to see him and Pixie!

NOPE.

Darling Sir graciously squeezed me in for a quick little play session. I am forever grateful!!! Funny, I didn't think it would work-- you see I had a cardigan, a longish top, shorts, a belt, tights, underwear, LAYERS. Layers of clothing! GUESS WHAT.

My ass may not be the color of a plum but he managed to bruise it still! There's a blue tint with like 3 ultra sensitive spots that still hurt.

He removed my cardigan, and my belt and handed them to Lauren, as she watched on the side.
All the while I was leaned back against a vertical, wooden, medieval rack. 
We didn't even have to talk or negotiate this time. Just went right in.
The thighs were a thing.
Did I mention how much they suck? Like in a badgood way.
I considered yellowing, but pushed through it. Hooray!

He turned me around and fought HARD through the 3 layers of fabric between his hand and my rump. And then there was the bamboo looking paddle with toothed edges.  That was a thing. Omg if I hadn't even been wearing the shorts I don't even know you guise. It still was pretty intense, I can't even imagine... BUT I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO FIND OUT SOONER OR LATER, RIGHT?

Then he moved me over to the pretty, fancy looking web made of red steel (it seemed) and use this sharp little scratcher he wore on his finger that destroyed me every time he went to my thighs, already raw and boiling with infuriated nerve endings.
 A few minutes of that and we were done. We finished with a happy fun embrace, feeling exhilarated and alive. It was great hearing the supportive applause from those who watched. I can't begin to explain how amazing it feels to be in such a wonderful, open, supportive environment full of smiles and laughter, and such joy after you've finished. I'll always be thankful for it. And I love that Lauren was there, and probably always will be. I could hear her laughing towards the end as I lost myself.

I had to leave shortly after. Be the responsible adult and all =(
Definitely glad I didn't rage quit that evening over parking lol. I love love loved it! Sad I missed T and Pixie playing, but there's always a next time ^_^


| L a s t   N i g h t    -

     Mr. Flower was like let's do something before Wednesday (you'll have to wait)
and I was like aight.

So we did. He was working at Universal so we decided to meet up after he was done. Those of you who have driven around as my passengers know that I have the sense of direction of a chair. His directions attempting to navigate me through the parking area to get to the drop off were pretty short and straight forward. See I need government Intelligence Units to tell me exactly where to go so I don't get lost. It's sad.
I made it. He said go past Frankenstein, all the way up the hill. OH GOD NO, IT FORKS. OMG. DO I GO RIGHT OR LEFT THERE ARE CARS BEHIND ME OH MY GOD oh, that sign says drop off. okay.

So I waited for him there and once he came out we were able to park in the lot with his pass. Hooray! We went to City Walk (the shopping area outside the park) and browsed the collector shop with lots of geeky loot inside. He had gotten us tickets to watch Thor 2!! lol. I told him I had already watched it, but was up for watching it again. It was funny how they incorporated BASICALLY Portal and Drow into it. So weird. So we watched that and walked around some more, talking up about cons and HHN. And how awful and horrifying one of his colleagues is who is like 5,000,000 feet tall and wears combat boots and has a huge afro and a trench coat and is horrifying.

We went to the closed gates of the park and chilled there for a while, looking inside, discussing cosplay and cons some more. and dreadlocks. I was wearing my hat and had my locks down but decided to be silly and push them all forward to cover my face so we could both be silly and take pictures.
My octopus necklace wasn't having it.
It got tangled not once, but twice and he went in trying to detach the guilty tentacle that hooked itself apparently really well into my lock. And then again on the other side. This was lolz. So I took pictures anyway

 lol "can you get it?"

 "I'm trying not to tear any of your hair"

 lolsigh

After a few minutes of looking like, I dunno, apes in grooming season, he was able to free the tentacle from... the other tentacles' grasp. 

Whose locks belong to whom??! 

yay lockies! 

WAR LOCKS.

Oh my god I just got the coolest idea.

It's dumb, nevermind. Has to do with war and dreadlocks.

War-locks. but involving actual warlocks. with dreadlocks. all battle worn. 

Shut up, it sounded good in theory.

Then we went to that pub that's right there with the horse in front of it and sat by the little fire pits. 

Talked some more about YouTube and saw butts on the television monitors inside. Once it got late I offered him a ride home. His car gave him shit, he got me free parking and a movie ticket, least I could do!

Hopefully he gets it back before this weekend. Long Beach Comic Con would be more fun with company, since Lauren can not longer attend.

I got home suuuuuper tired last night. Went to bed and got exactly 8 hours of sleep but woke up feeling blegh. This week will be eventful! Wednesday is a thing, and then Long Beach Comic Con on Saturday and Sunday! Woohoo! 

This Big Daddy commission is hard. I wasn't expecting to have such a block on designing him on the scale I need it to be. The Vault Boy is easy, since I've already made one. Ah, oh well. You know, justgirlythings.