She placed a palm on his chest, the warmth of her hand a reassurance through his t-shirt… she felt bulky muscle, strong, shapely.
She was surprised, gently shocked, she looked at him. He looked thinner, softer than the body she felt hidden from her under his clothes.
She ran her hand over his pecs, reassurance turned to curiosity to feel what lay beneath the fabric.
Fingertips travelled over surprisingly firm muscle, well defined pecs, she … Continue Reading
I spoke of vulnerability before… here it is:
I posted my secret here (yes, it’s old, you know, of course, that I will not reveal the difficult things until they are behind me…!).
… Continue ReadingYou are the tunes in my head, the fire in my ribs
You are the voice in my heart that whispers compassion
You are the storm on the ocean, poem in the trees
The smell of the winter that haunts me each autumn…
Happy birthday, beautiful.
imyb
http://youtu.be/a96RZURNtII… Continue Reading
I’ve never pretended that I was perfect, that would fool no-one, but mostly, I make smart and considered decisions, I am thoughtful, I think about consequences for me and mine, and I try to handle myself and situations ‘for the best’ for all concerned.
I generally have good judgement and exercise it well.
Recently, I failed miserably at this and caused a lot of unnecessary pain and anger for a boy I care for very … Continue Reading
The thing I am beginning to like about rope is that it can make a pretty boy even prettier. It whispers of acquiescence and helplessness in a way that hastily clipped together cuffs does not. It is concentration and patience and acceptance.
And plus… a boy’s tiny arse in boxer briefs accentuated by design… ?! Well, the appeal of that is just obvious…
… Continue ReadingI have a dilemma about casual play and it’s the reason I stopped doing it, haven’t done it for so very long, and don’t do it as a rule.
In play, I need and *want* to create the bubble, you know, ‘the bubble’. That intimate, hot and lovely space that exists between me and him, that place that I describe, well, all the time. For me, play is about creating impossible intimacy, about opening him … Continue Reading
