I hear gambling is wrong.
by Ella
In the interest of getting me interested in the Superbowl, Dylan has proposed a friendly wager. Since I have no money (seriously, I have no money), we are going to have a sex bet. The idea is that whoever wins the bet wins some sort of sexual favor from the other. We’re betting on the spread. It’s all very sophisticated.
The only hitch is, we can’t quite decide what the stakes should be. Various iterations of the original idea were that whoever won would get to tie the other up, or get tied up themselves, or choose who would be the restrainer and who the restrainee, but ultimately we rejected the idea of a bondage game as a little passe. We play bondage games all the time, and after all, this is the Superbowl. It seems to demand something a little more daring, a little more risky, a little more…of a gamble. Reader: seeing as you’ll get to read a lavish account of the outcome of the bet, it only seems fair that you should have some say in its creation. What terms should we establish? Weigh in in the comments.
(For those of you following along at home, he’s rooting for the Cardinals and I’m rooting for the Steelers. I think. Team selection was all very arbitrary on my part, I assure you. If you need me, I’ll be the one with my head cocked in confusion, haphazardly calling out, “Go Eagles!” I’m a good little Philly girl, to be sure.)
Dylan
Ella
I’m a new reader of your blog but already, can tell I’m going to enjoy it alot. Here’s my suggestion:
The winner gets an entire weekend of sexual authority. The loser must be naked for that entire weekend, and at any point time in those two days, must stop whatever they’re doing (naked) to satisfy the sexual whims of the winner.
Happy Superbowl!
Exciting as it would be to have Ella as my personal slut at my sexual beck and call for several days (oh yes, it would), that might be a little more than we can manage. We both have jobs and stuff. But great idea otherwise! Maybe we could modify it somehow.
@ D: Psh, whatever. It doesn’t even matter because I’m totally going to win the football contest. Or whatever. Totally!
In all seriousness, Isabel, we have discussed the possibility of a weekend of complete sexual dominance, but we’ve always ended up feeling like it would be somewhat impractical — logistically and emotionally, to be honest. We’re not together all that often — we love sex (we LOVE sex), but we love each other too, and I don’t think either of us is quite prepared to devote an entire visit to sexual pursuits.
However, I might consent to this plan if I were allowed to wear clothes, and if I could call time-outs for movie-snuggle time, and so on.
I guess I don’t know enough about what you’ve done / haven’t done. It is the Super Bowl, which means so very little to me. You could maybe get me to bet a peanut butter sandwich on the super bowl, but only if the peanut butter came from Georgia, otherwise I rather have the peanut butter then then game. Or cheese (mmmm cheese). Now if the Huskers were playing for the BCS championship…
Having said all that: What about exposure – photos on the blog. Winner takes, loser poses. That’s my first thought.
Photos could be involved. We don’t want to post them here for fear of being identified, but we’ve sometimes thought about taking pictures of each other. Thanks! I wish I could thank you by making Nebraska more competitive.