Tonight was week three that myself and five other kinksters (and one ringer) got together to play volleyball on Jones Beach. These are organized “vanilla” leagues, not kinky. The one guy who’s not kinky is a friend of one of the girls on the team, and she said he knows she’s kinky but … doesn’t know how kinky, or how “out” she is in the BDSM community. So we don’t talk about our lifestyle. The guy’s really tall and really knows what he’s doing on the court, so we like him …
Photo is not of me or anyone else on my team. It’s pretty hot, though, huh? (caption/credit are below)
I am finding it fun to take part in this vanilla activity and to see another side to my friends. I’m reasonably athletic, but I haven’t played volleyball seriously in a long time, so let’s just say I’m relearning. Not very good yet. And it’s a friendly league, but still, I do want to win, I do want to do well and not let the team down. The team captain, J, gives directions to me on where to stand and when to let the ball go. I’m getting better at judging when to call “I got it!”–if you don’t call it you could collide with someone, and a couple of the guys are very aggressive so it can be dangerous! (Of course that’s part of the fun.)
Tonight, however, I made a couple of good shots, saved us at least a point or two, and felt I performed much better than the previous two weeks, so I was very happy. Any time I get out and do something physical, it makes me feel good. Our team record is not so great so far, but we’re coming together. We do have several very good players on the team.
My play partner Johnny is on the team, and he’s always fun to hang out with. We get a little touchy-feely in a friendly, safe-for-prime-time sort of way. He’s very competitive and gets bugged when the team screws up. I teased him, “You’re cute when you get mad,” which made him smile. I’m pretty competitive, too, though. It’s just that my skills are not where they need to be yet, so I have to accept that I’ll make mistakes.
It’s a late evening league; we have a 9:30 start time, which I’d signed up for before my temp job ended. I figured it would be all right and I’d just be a little groggy on Friday mornings at work. As it turned out my temp job ended a few weeks ago.
So right now I’m setting my own hours so it doesn’t matter if I’m at the beach till 10:45. I spend a lot of time in front of the computer, writing or editing. I am starting a freelance project this week and I’m still trying to figure out how to format the Nook version of my ebook, already available in a Kindle format [“It’s SUPPOSED to Hurt!” (Volume I).] Also, I signed up to give platelets again tomorrow. So I’m busy in spite of being technically unemployed. The volleyball is a welcome change in routine, and a good opportunity to get physical.Photo/credit: Italy’s Lucilla Perrotta (below) ducks down onto the sand as partner Daniela Gatteli (top) dives for a return during their third round preliminary women’s beach volleyball match at the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens, 19 August 2004. Italy’s Lucilla Perrotta and Daniela Gatteli beat South Africa’s Ann Leigh Naidoo and Julia Willand 21-18, 21-14. AFP PHOTO / PHILIPPE DESMAZES.