I leave my apartment in a rush and forget everything I need the most, including my keys. It doesn’t occur to me to wonder why there is a kink convention right downstairs. It doesn’t matter. I have friends here and surely one of them will be able to help when I’m ready for them to.
It occurs to me this might be a dream, but it doesn’t feel like it. It’s too real. And then I wake up.
Back at the con. I sit on some sort of box while a friend towers over she me relaying what she wanted to do to a friend of a friend. It involved holding a pea between her lips and passing it on to the other person so they couldn’t speak. I am still thinking about what an effective gag such a small thing could be when she unexpectedly demonstrates on me. Somehow this leads to other fun scene ideas, like an interrogation that involves trivia from one’s favorite book. I wonder how much I could remember, even of Gatsby, under such scrutiny and she tells me what book could be used on her. But why would she bottom like that?
Next we’re standing next to a wall. I’m wearing a leather jacket and she…she might be topless. I can feel so much of that intoxicating skin beneath mine as she pleads with me to kiss her again. I do and the leather presses into her as I try to match her nakedness. But there are too many new people at the event. One of them tries to jump in and join us but they’ve tried hitting her, and in a bad spot on her back. She shoos them away, returning to me.
More interruptions. The wall we are up against is suddenly the door to a closet and another mutual friend begins looking for her belongings so she can go home. Wasn’t she wearing something else when she arrived? “No, you came in that,” a faceless voice I don’t recognize says from behind me. It doesn’t matter. Another man, a favored friend, comes up and wants to hug me. I let him because at this point, how would he know he was interrupting?
My friend ends up sitting on the floor, in the closet, patiently waiting. I am eager to kneel in front of her, continue whatever it is that’s going to happen here. If only all these people would leave us alone.
But I’ve forgotten my keys again.
And it’s time to wake up.