I Won!!

It's a very simple statement. I win! I won! And it is so appropriate to me right now because I won so much last night that it was mind altering. Last night was beyond any experience I've ever had, with Mr or since him, and Malcolm and I....wow. Wow, we really took our relationship to the next level.
So what did I win? Well, first and foremost, the night of my life. It was a new group of people, and being there with Malcolm was the best. He smoothed the path with everyone, was entertaining, was solicitous of me in every respect, and made sure my EVERY want, EVERY need was taken care of before I could even name it. He was by my side, holding me, kissing me, claiming me, and relaxing me every minute of the night. He even poked the bear for me, what a doll! If I decided I was "into" something...or someone, he went to arrange it for me. Nobody said no to him....he is magical. I really, honestly can say I love this man.
What else did I win? I won the esteem of a whole new group. I was their darling last night, and I so treasure my new friendships. In particular, one new friend I've been cultivating that had the opportunity to be with Mr. She (and her husband) was my very special friend last night, and more than anything, vindicated my thoughts and feelings about bitch being a poser wannabe and not really having any true intent to enter the lifestyle as a bifem. My friend went on a "date" with them, and picked it out right away....the lack of interest seemingly about compatibility, yet after 7 months of partying every weekend and still not a full encounter to talk about...it was very clear to both husband and wife that the real intention is about mimicking me, and controlling Mr. ..... Poor Bastard. Malcolm says he feels sorry for him. I was sorry I'd had to ignore him because it's not right. He's my bff, and though I was trying to avoid a confrontation, I only succeeded in I don't even know what. What is true though is that half the room saw the dirty looks she shot to my special friend and her husband, AND to Malcolm. I never saw those looks because I refused to make eye contact. I'm glad I missed them because I may have become angry that anyone would dare disrespect my date like that. It made for some interesting conversation after they left, anyways. I refused to comment and infuse an already loaded situation with more drama, but Malcolm said he finally understood what I'd been saying all this time, and my special friend and her husband supported me and vindicated me.
We've been invited back to the next party by our hosts who loved us. And we love them too. What a great pair, and honestly, much love to them for doing what they do. We hope to return their kindness 10 fold. I'm still reeling with everything that last night was. I'm exhausted...we got there at 8:30 and left around 3:45 am. Got to sleep around 5 am.... It was the best night of our life.
Mr knows last night was a disaster for him socially. I'm sad he had to leave before someone could make a total ass of herself...over what I have no Idea since I was there with my own escort. Perhaps the reality that I'm a popular fun girl was too much to take. That my man is hot beyond reason was too much to digest, that my experiences eclipse her every imagining was overwhelming. Malcolm thinks that she is just so bitter and angry that she doesn't want me to have anything, hence her dagger eyes at him and my special friend. It was juvenile, and unfortunately the Maine Lifestyle Community is quite small, and people have long memories of Who creates Drama, and Who creates Pleasure. There really was no contest in light of that criteria. My record in the lifestyle speaks for itself.
But I am 10.00 richer!!!!! LOLOLOL
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