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
Don’t care
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
Piercing Reversal
I have agreed to it, finally, and I lie on the bed while he gets the piercing kit. I try to relax, but I am tense, scared. I hate needles, hate them…
He sits beside me on the bed, I try not to watch him get the 14 gauge needle out, try not to listen to the packet crackling as he unwraps it, try not to look at the clamps, try not to think. I … Continue Reading
Valentine’s Christmas party invitation
Yes, I really am this corny!
Images courtesy of one of my good friends, thank you.… Continue Reading
No more…
“I can’t do this anymore…” He blurted it out in a rush, like he had to release it or it would never come out.
I looked at him. They were the first words out of his mouth after our greeting through the car window. I had pulled up outside the restaurant, he was waiting there for me. It was obvious that he had a lot more to say.
I nodded at him. “Wait, we can … Continue Reading
Arse show
I watch you sleep, I do that sometimes, it is sweet. You snuffle and shift and occasionally you mutter to yourself.
Tonight, you have half thrown the covers off, you are curled up, and your pretty arse is exposed to me. Your pose is childlike and unintentional and completely slutty, like you planned it this way, like you are smiling secretly to yourself at your own cleverness.
I sent you to bed with the crotchless … Continue Reading
Kissing noises
You make kissing noises at me, from the side there, not really looking at me. I smile and watch your mouth, your lips pressing together, pursing, then opening slightly, you are trying not to smile back at me, your face deliberately and cutely serious, the gentle sucking noise soft and moist and enticing.
“Are you making kissing noises at me?”
You smirk, “Of course, Ma’am!”
I laugh and grab the back of your head and … Continue Reading