I am crouching in front of him, his hard cock (my cock) in front of my face, but I am not interested in the cock right now.

I am nipping at him, biting, which is the thing that has driven him closest to safewording with me. I nuzzle at his skin, lips and softness, tongue lapping at him, he pushes his flesh towards me, flinching when I close my teeth on it. I push my … Continue Reading

1. My collar, leather and steel, engraved with my claim on him as my property. There is a ritual in putting it on and taking it off. He kneels and asks me if he may put it on. I say yes (of course, I say yes!). It is locked around his neck with a small padlock. He must ask, also, if he needs to take it off. It is beautiful on him.

2. A leather bracelet with

I made him get naked on our first meet.

He had accompanied me to my apartment after we had spent some hours together. He was unbearably sweet, sinking under me almost visibly from the first; it was tangible, his submission… I could see it between us, taste it, feel it. He had already offered to head off home, breezily and sweet, happy to have met me, spent some time with me, content to catch up … Continue Reading

I was inspired to think about strap-ons by Britni’s post. Holy hell, hot, stunning photos! It made me immediately want to get my harness and my cock, take pornographic photos of myself and then wildly fuck things. I haven’t written much (if anything) about fucking with a strap-on cock because… well, I don’t know why… maybe it’s just too stereotypical, a little porn-ish, and I didn’t really want to go there up-front and feed … Continue Reading

Him: “…and anyway, I don’t care what you think…”

…pause…

We both erupt into giggles…

Him: (still laughing) “I was trying not to laugh…!!”

Me: (still laughing) “Yeah, I know…”… Continue Reading