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Let Me Tell You a Story
Pensive, Whimsical, Musing
Bawdy really does put the 'ass' into 'ASSignment' ;-)Round about the 12th of August, I was taken to a wonderful event by my new friend, Dana (as opposed to my old friend, Dana, who calls new Dana "Zuul," which new Dana finds amusing). It's called Bawdy Storytelling, as many of you who follow my Twitter stream already know. I went and enjoyed it immensely...and thought to myself, "Talking? About sex? And getting applause and laughter? I can do that!"

And the theme for September was kinda cool and a bit challenging to me, so I had to do it. I approached the instigatrix of the thing, the bodacious Dixie de la Tour, and volunteered. Her handy helper, Kitty, worked up the ad I used based on my input to her, and I came up with the following story.

Now, there's also been a lot of story going on around my involvement with Bawdy, and I'm going to tell it. Just not in this post. Oh, and what I did on stage only bears a family resemblance to the below, but I'm working on getting video from Dixie et al so I can embed it here, allowing you all to compare and contrast.

Overall, I think I did rather well for a first-timer who hasn't graced any kind of stage since high school, but I could have done a few things better.(Note to self: Better time management!) Still, I felt surprisingly comfy up there and felt like I had achieved a good rapport with the audience so, oh yes, I will be doing it again.

First, the ad, which I put up on Craigslist W4W.


Femme-azon seeks fellow fabulous femmes
Femme-azon seeks fellow fabulous femmes

I'm a 5'11", curvy 37-year-old femme switch looking for some good ol' fashioned kinky geek-on-geek action. A night, a week, a month, more...? Up to our chemistry, really!

I'm only into other femme-identified queer or bi women (cis or trans women included). NOT into boy/masculine energy at all, so no butches, FTMs, andros, or genderqueers. Sorry, bois! Big pluses for dangerous curves, dangerous wit, or dangerous desires...I'm more of a RACK girl than SSC.

Sexually & kink-wise, I'm a very physically/sensation-oriented person. S&M is delicious fun to me! Things like power exchange and bondage don't interest me much in and of themselves, but can make fine accompaniments to a decidedly sensual main course.

I want someone who isn't a newbie to women, kink, or polyamory. Been there, done that, got the toaster.

I'm not much into bars and not at all into clubs, so let's think of something where we can hear each other for a first meeting. The Academy of Sciences? Soak in a hot tub? You tell me!

I'm serious about meeting and playing if it feels right, so let's make a story we can both tell for years to come (and come and come...you get the idea. ;-) )

Your pic gets mine. Put "amazon" somewhere in the subject line so I know you're not a bot.


And now, the story...


HiI'm Sonya. Since most of you don't know me and this is my first time doing thisso do please be gentlelet me start by saying that I've been meeting partners over the Internet for 20 years now. Real Internet, toonone of this dialup BBS stuff! That's right, I got online at UC Santa Cruz all the way back in 1989. For those in the know, I was a "b-geek."

(Aside: Anyone here remember finger files? They were the old-school version of a profile page. You just typed "finger so-and-so" and got whatever info they posted about themselves. And no, laughing at that never got old!)

So I got all the classic blunders out of the way relatively earlyfalling for someone halfway around the world, importing lovers, exporting myself to a lover, being taken in by someone's well-crafted but fraudulent identityhell, I even got over cybersexwhich we TinyMUDders called "TinySex" at the timeright around 1992 or so, and we used to do it well back then.

Over the years, I've met people over email, on forums, on irc, on MUDs (remember MUDs, MUCKs, and MOOs?), over IM, on dating sites, on social networks, at geek parties and consevery which nerdy way you can imagine, except for one: Craigslist.

Somehow, that particular sex and dating phenomenon passed me by. Maybe it's just that I didn't think of it as anything but a hookup medium when I'm something of an intimacy junkie. Maybe it seemed "too easy." Maybe it was some of the horror stories I'd heard. I dunno. But then I came to this very room a month or so ago and heard that we had an assignment and I was pretty jazzed about that. On the one hand, it felt like a challenge, but on the other, I'd been 'net-dating for decades and lately I'd had some unexpected mojo between meeting amazing women in person and over good lo' OKCupid. Surely, Craigslist couldn't be that hard!

I can see you're way ahead of me here....

Now, I'm going to assume that you've all committed my Craigslist ad to memory by now, and you'd better have. It will be on the midterm.

The delightful Ms. Kitty Stryker did a brilliant job of condensing my slightly rambling email into a few short, sweet paragraphs summing me and what I was looking for up quite nicely. So now it was time for me to do my part of the jobto post it and start sorting through the responses.

So I did. And I waited. But I didn't have to wait too long. This was easy! Or so I thought...

No one told me about the bots, you see. At first, for a short while, I just thought I was dealing with incompetent pseudo-literates
I would rather chat with you than just reading your post and see what your like. If your a real person then hit me back here and if your not, then you won't see this. If you are, Im lookn forward to chattin with your.

Uh-HUH. But when one of them tried to pitch me a skeevy-looking dating site, the penny did finally drop.

Then there was the pic-trader, who lured me in with a few pictures of some random nymph, no doubt harvested from some porn site or some other unsuspecting dupe. Whoever it was lost interest when I stopped short of nudes, some healthy suspicion having finally crept in on my side.

I was still waiting for a real human to replythat is, aside from the two of my friends who replied to say, "Sonya? Is that you?"


But then, finally, one reply. And what a reply! I thought for sure that my story was now assured and I would be able to appear before you today, triumphant. (Silly, silly me)

My first real response to my ad came from a woman who'd actually been in one of the very few pornos I had ever sought out and bought myselfGood Vibes' "Voluptuous Vixens." Her picture was beautifula curvy, smoldering, tattooed latina temptress with piercing eyes and a playful arch of the eyebrow that said, "Well? What are you going to do about it?"

Naturally, I wrote her back.

But before I get to that, her reply had already illustrated a screw-up on my part in the presentation of the adI'd provided the headline, and the initial one read, "Femme-azon Seeks Same." So, here I had this goddess, this porn-star, responding to MY ad and apologizing for not being "a big tall Amazon woman." Clearly, that would have to be changed if I ever wanted or needed to use the ad again.

And, fortuitously enough, there was going to be one of the entirely-too-rare women's play parties at the Citadel that weekend. So, we arranged to meet there. I was cruising on this assignment! I might even have time for extra credit, I thought. (HAH!)

Things started to go wrong when I got a call from her apologizing profusely, saying that she hadn't been able to secure a volunteer shift at the party and couldn't afford to pay her way. And, just my luck, I was a bit light myself so I couldn't be all suave and sugar-mama-y and just say, "Hey, no problemI'll cover yah!"

So, the play party plan was canceled. But we made a raincheck for some Indian food the following Tuesday. Hmm, I thoughta restaurant date during the week seems a lot less likely to produce immediate sexual interaction than a play party. Maybe I need to hedge my bets and re-post my ad

I came up with a better headline ("Femme-azon Seeks Fellow Fabulous Femmes") and tried to re-post it. I thought all had gone well, but for some reason I couldn't browse the ad. It was acting like it wasn't there, even though I could go right into the editing page again. Something wasn't kosher.

"No biggie," I thought. "Must be some transient glitch. Maybe I'm better off deleting and re-posting."


In dear old, 20/20 retrospect, I should have just waited 5 minutes or so to see if there was any lag in publishing on a site as big as Craigslist. But nooooooooooooI delete the post. It shows as deleted. So far, so good.

I go to RE-re-post it, and get an error telling me that the post was "substantially similar" to another recently-posted adnamely, the one I'd just deletedand that it wouldn't allow it again in the interest of keeping people from feeling spammed. And I'm fine with that. As a former social network admin, I'm a booster of anti-spamming technology! But I'd deleted the other ad. It was no moreit had ceased to beor at least it had anywhere except in whatever overactive watchdog database Craigslist was using.

Now I wasn't going to be able to re-post my ad for what I figured to be at least a good, solid 24 hours.

But hey, why was I worrying? Dinner with a porn star was approaching. Surely, I'd be charming and scintillating and we'd be firing on all jets and soon. And I was! Not that it helped, of course.

She showed up looking as if she'd just stepped out of her picture, only far more wondrous for being in 3-D and full-motion. Her curves and hauteur made her look like she should be a queen on a litter being borne by Aztec bearers. Her tattoos read like war-paint in life and in love. And we ate Indian food and talked and talked until she had to run home to the primarywithout us ever really having broached the topics of sex, BDSM, and comparative tastes.

Watch carefully, 'cause here's where I blow it.

'Cause you see, I'm SO not "cool." I'm not smooth. I'm not suave. Somehow the scarcity sexual economy that was my virginal pre-college years left its mark on me. When I want someone a bit too much, when my hormones get over-carbonated, I get a bit too eager, too puppy-like. I'm no stalker, mind. I try to resist this, but it's insanely intense and that intensity has a way of ruining things with anyone who isn't frightfully secure in herself and patient with someone suffering the carbonated hormones. Some women find it cutejust not enough of them.

Soback to the story at handshe emails me shortly after midnight that same night expressing concern that our talk hadn't headed in that direction and that she was worried I might be too much of a top given that she herself was very toppy. I happened to be up and online when it came so I replied immediately to reassure her that, no-no! NONONONONO! I'm a switch, and one with a rather neglected bottom side at that since people don't meet an outgoing, assertive, brassy, large woman and think to themselves, "piggy bottom," much to my eternal dismay.

But she had only sent the email a few minutes ago! She must still be upmaybe it would be OK to call? So I called, and got voicemail. And got nervous. And blew my cool. And tried to ping her a few more times that day over email and IM.

And, when I did get to talk to her next over IM, she said she felt that I'd been "coming on a bit strong." And that's pretty much where things stand today with her. I star-crushed, I wanted my story way too much, I spazzedand I managed to scare off a bloody porn star.

Meanwhile, back on good ol' OKCupid, I found myself getting mad responses from bloody amazing women. Some to me messaging them, and some without any prompting from me whatsoever. Whatever mojo I had that was abandoning me on Craigslist seemed to be going strong here.

So I set up a few datesbut they were going to be entirely too close to tonight and I wasn't really expecting sex on the first date with any of 'em. What was I going to do?

But then, a lifeline. Another reply on Craigslist. A reply that started, "You sound way too good to be true." *squee!*

My respondent was a library assistant who, in her spare time, plays rugby in queer leagues I hadn't previously known existed. Geekyphysicalwhat a combination! And the picturecoy, slim but not skinny, chestnut-brunette, bob-haired, looking somewhere between a librarian and a demure Catholic schoolgirl, but with such a wicked little half-smile.

We made contact and made our datefor this past Friday. Oy. That's cutting it too close! We're going to have story rehearsal on Monday! *auuugh* Why do I feel like I'm in college again, grinding out a paper at the last minute? And why on Earth is it SEX I'm finding a way to procrastinate on?

I take her to a friend's party in the East Bay. We nibble gourmet hors d'oeuvres, chitchat amiably with some of the most delightful people I know, play an amazing round of Rock Bandincluding some of the new Beatles game. ooOOOooo

And, despite a truly delightful chat about sex and BDSM and all the yummy stuff, as I drove her back to her car I knew that I had failed in my Craigslist assignment. I would have to take an incomplete. Maybe, if I was very lucky, Dixie or Kitty would spank me.

But the next night, I had one of my "first dates" with one of the wonderful women I'd met on OKCupid. And I have to admit, this one had me in a complete lather. She's smart, wise beyond her years, open and bold to the point of intoxication for a blunt kinda girl like me, and she writes Harry Potter slash. But we won't hold that against her.

And physically? It was like she had walked out of a highlight reel of every sexual fantasy I'd had since I was a teenager. Long, coppery red hair, porcelain skin straight out of a Keats poem, a delightfully goth flair, tall enough that I don't feel like Andre the Giant next to her, blue eyes with a mischievous twinkle, pouty "snakebite"-pierced lips just designed for kissing, hips you want to grab and pound with the nearest available strap-on, an ass begging to be spanked or plowed..or both!big, beautiful, creamy-complected, rose-nipped breasts I don't think I could have possibly stopped sucking on once I got started.

But she was young, not terribly experienced, and I didn't want to repeat my earlier mistake.

I shouldn't have worried. A few drinks and a very strong "magic" brownie later, and she's having her way with ME in such a way that I feel so used, so violatedso fucking happy I couldn't believe myself.

After a time of happy snogging and petting, of slow discarding of article after article of clothing, the pot kicked in. It turned her every touch into fireworks. When she sucked on my nipples, it was like they'd been hardwired right into my clit and all I could do was come and come and come helplesslyecstatically.

I don't think I could tell you how long it lasted. It was simultaneously eternal and criminally short. We kissed, we explored, we tasted and nibbled and caressed until she had to head home.

Ironically, though, we had to stop short of anything much beyond "2nd base." (Albeit 2nd base with a very long lead toward stealing 3rd.) To go farther than night would have necessitated a mood-killing call to the skittish primary boy who's new to sharing.

But right in that moment, as much as I might have liked to rip off her panties, I was content not to. It was a reminder of how profoundly sexual extended foreplay and delayed gratification can be. Besides, we have another date coming up next weekend and I don't mind quivering in anticipation.

So, I may have failed at doing things a new way on Craigslist, but it was nice to know that doing things my usual way on OKCupid was working so well!

And oh yeah, maybe Craigslist didn't treat me so badly after allI do have another date with a certain rugby-playing library assistant coming up soon, too. Maybe I'll tell you about it the next time you see me on this stage.

 Originally published at Effluvium From Sonya's Brain. 

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Wow... ummmm hot :)

Sooo it seems that you posted your very sexy story twice into this post. I'm assuming that this was not deliberate.

Second, about Craigslist... Once upon a time (before the anti-spam stuff) people would post an ad, wait a couple of hours, delete it and repost it to keep it at the top of the list. In some sections if you look, they still do that only they change the format of the ad and some of the wording slightly. People have even taken to spelling out phone numbers the wrong way to keep from their ads being noticed (for example: 867-5309 in ad #1, eight six seven ad #2, and ate syx sephen in #3). It's crazy! The worst of it was in the former erotic services section...

Thanks for pointing that out, hon!

Hm...looks like the WordPress plugin that automatically re-posts my blog entries here did something weird. I'll have to see if it keeps that up when I make my next post. *grump*

Fixed now, tho.

But that Craigslist thing is still a pain if someone just legitimately had a brain fart like I did. :-P

Re: Thanks for pointing that out, hon!

Oh absolutely! It helps me to understand why, though. ;-)

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