Four days with Sunshine over New Year’s.
Hot moments, snippets, memories.
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I text him from bed, “Brush your teeth and come here.”
“Yes, Ma’am :)”
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Play, with rope. Not explicitly sexual, intimate. Different ties, those ones I have no skill in. Close and slow and following instructions.
Feeling how his body is built, how it bends, where it resists, pushing against it.
A hog-tie where I could pull a rope and rock him, … Continue Reading