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Perhaps one should simply be wary of anyone with a touch of the fey.

The Elfling called before I got on the bus, asking if I would like to be seen off at the bus station (since I had expressed sadness at being canceled-on by the Demon).

Stopping at her place I was greeted with sharp, biting kisses, and the observation that except for at the party I haven’t kissed her feet all visit. We rectified that, left some marks on each others’ flesh, and she demonstrated why she had told her boyfriend she wasn’t going to cut her nails as he had asked until my visit was over.

Her new boy is opposed to her having sex with me, although he is more comfortable than her old one with her playing “Schrödinger’s Switch” with me than her previous beau. He seems to intellectually perceive me as no threat, but his gut is yelling “My Girlfriend!” and I happen to think that is entirely legitimate (and, indeed, healthily self-aware).

Aside from that, both the Elfling and myself independently came to the conclusion that having sex (while something both of us want) is not the best idea for us right now. It’s a shame that the promise of Dionysian abandon was raised, but both of us were working from the perspective of the limits imposed by the previous relationship being no longer operative, rather than taking into account the realities of the new relationship. So while the desire remains strong, and both of us could easily find ways to forget where the lines are, neither of us thinks this is a good idea.

Still, it was nice to have someone drop me off at the bus and keep me company, it’s something I’m very fond of, and haven’t really had since my ex and I broke up. Having a pretty brunette kneel at your feet and alternately pinch and massage your legs while waiting for a bus back to a job you don’t want is always a nice extra, of course.

Pixies are tricky creatures, prone to mischief in their pursuit of entertainment. One underestimates them at one’s peril. For instance, I have found that even when feeling somewhat disconnected from my inner sexy beast, it is difficult to resist a Pixie expressing glee at coaxing an orgasm from me.

 As I find that fighting a Pixie in such a mood is only asking for more trouble, it is best to submit to an enthusiastic cocksucking.

 Sadly, my hopes for some Dionysian abandon on this trip are unlikely to be fulfilled. I think the lovely nymph in question sadly underestimated her boy’s comfort with this plan. Or rather, she didn’t think to schedule things so as to allow for him to meet me and be more ok with things before continuing.

 I am not sure what I think of her new boy. He seems very hovering, but that could have been any number of factors. He seems a little less antisocial than her last, but still seems to set me a bit on edge. I might just be too worried about him being rebound and her moving too fast with him.

 In general, though, I have not felt super sexy on this trip. The reminder that I am the one who gets bumped when Demon’s schedule makes trouble for the people she has committed days to was unwelcome. I was already over-stressed and that was just a touch of lemon juice to the earlier paper cuts. I really had hoped to be wished off to the bus. The Elfling’s schedule problems above didn’t help, and I don’t know if I will be acting on the Pixie’s invitation. This may end up being a far more chaste trip than I had originally hoped, but I am not feeling the fire. More to the point, I am feeling a need for the fire to be stoked, and I don’t know if any one here is willing or wanting to do that.