The proposition leads to a yes leads to a discussion leads to a negotiation.I send him a play list. It lists all the activities that I may want to do with him.
It is not a ‘will do’ list. It is a ‘might, possibly, maybe, if it feels right, these are in the realms of possibility’ list.
He gets to rate them from 0 to 5, he gets to add to them, he gets to … Continue Reading
“I have a proposition for you…”
He looks at me curiously, tilts his head… “Oookkk?”
I smile, “I’m thinking that I’d like to do some rope bondage with you.”
He looks away from me, bondage is one of his kinks, he is a complete newbie, has no experience. He is suddenly shy, awkward, he smiles nervously, starts to say something.
I interrupt him, “Don’t answer now, I want you to have a think about it.”… Continue Reading
If I was to invite you, I would be gentle and you would be scared, despite so many, however many years of experience with women, and it would be strange to be scared, and that would scare you, and you would be talking to yourself in your head and telling yourself that it was ridiculous to be scared, of what? It made no sense, none, and still… you would be scared. I would like it … Continue Reading
I have been considering doing a reading on the blog for some time, so here it is.
It is this post: Crash.
It is a single, first take with mistakes and all, plus the ambiance of neighbourhood sounds (welcome to my home!)… This absolutely and definitively proves that Australians do NOT have an accent…
If you find it enjoyable and you are interested in hearing more, then comment wildly and with enthusiasm.… Continue Reading
I lay him in the empty bath on his back, cover his face with a damp washcloth, stroking it smooth against his skin.
I hold the cup of water above him, and pour it slowly over the cloth, the sticky terry toweling gaining weight, clinging to the shape of him, his eyes, his nostrils, his mouth.
I see him open his mouth further, like the silent scream, he gurgles, trying to blow the fabric off … Continue Reading
He buzzes her in, she climbs the stairs and opens the door.
He is waiting there in boxers, kneeling in position, his hands clasped behind his head. He looks up at her expectantly as she enters, doe-eyed and sweet. She tilts his face up to her by his chin, leans down to kiss his mouth, he opens immediately to her, reaching up to stay connected to her lips as she stands. His face breaks out … Continue Reading
We are sitting at the table, chat over… He gets up, heads to the kitchen to get us drinks. I lean back in my chair, watch him go, wait until he is across the room.
“Come back here.”
He turns, his expression a question, a slight frown, concerned that he has forgotten something. He comes back to me.
“Give me a kiss first.”
He smiles at me, “Yes, Ma’am!”
He leans down to me, I … Continue Reading