TEASE

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In the basement, the dryer hums and clunks next to an open duffel bag. In the driveway, my Jeep sits full of camping gear. In the living room, my so-vanilla-it-hurts roommates are watching TV. In my bedroom, I sit on my bed typing this surrounded by bags of fetish gear.

I'm leaving in 9 hours to drive to Ontario for four days of kinky camping near Lake Erie. I know only three people that are going, out of the 300+ that will be there, and even after looking at the schedules and whatnot, I really have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

This alone would be enough to make it a perfect vacation for me - the adventure aspect calls me strongly. I'm sure that, good or bad, it will be a weekend to remember. The odds of it being incredible are very high, based on what I've heard from others.

In fact, short of injury, death or imprisonment, the only real downside potential I can see is that I'll be completely out of my depth. Frankly, at this point in my life, that would be a welcome challenge.

If nothing else, I'll have the exhilarating experience of going through customs with fifty or sixty pounds of adult novelties. Assuming I don't get hassled too much, the looks on their faces ought to be enough to make me laugh about it later. ;)

I guess it's natural to be a little anxious, and I'm going to make every effort to ride the waves of fun as they come rather than paddling myself to exhaustion, but to ride the wave you've still got to get out in the water (if I'm not stretching the metaphor too thinly), and today, for the first time in a while, I feel like I'm just getting my toes wet.

I hope all my local friends have a good time at the Summer Flea - I know I would if I were going to be around.