“I like your hand around my throat,” he said when I released his mouth and let him breathe.
– holy-fuck-beautiful-eyes
So. Very. Hot.
There is an inherent vulnerability in the offering of the throat, the pulsing jugular, the potential for damage right there. I always thought of his hair as the most easily-grabbed, it was my go-to, my default, but having been with a man who suited a crop-cut, I unconsciously retrained myself. Now … Continue Reading
The slightly awkward hello of strangers. A few words to reiterate the rules. A blindfold slipped over his head. I held his hand in my lap while I took off my shoes. I kissed his fingers, his palms, gently stroking his bare skin, easing into this intimate contact.
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He offered to be bound, told me there was ‘stuff’ in the drawer. There was: collar, cuffs, and a clip. No rope. I bound one of … Continue Reading
Emailing with a vanilla friend…
“I still can’t really grasp the connection between violence and sexual excitement.”
Ha! It’s so incredibly complex.
I can try and explain it in a bunch of different ways, but I do think it’s one of those things that you can’t ‘get’ until you ‘get it’. Like how oral sex seems like the grossest thing ever pre-puberty, then you do it and go “Oooohhh… I get it now”. But even … Continue Reading
Dear cute kilted boy,
I have a terrible memory for things both big and small, but I remember you.
We were at a BDSM event: I knew one person there, and nobody else. But I am pretty good at flitting around, pretending to be social.
You wore a kilt. Of course I remember you. I mean, *you wore a kilt*!
You were standing with two other men, I suspect they weren’t your friends, on reflection. … Continue Reading
When I play with pain I usually start with a gentle warm up, then I ramp it up as he gets used to it. I keep an eye on his reactions, slow it down when he looks like he is reaching the edge of his tolerance, then ramp it up again after he comes back a little, each time going a little harder etc. And I generally keep going until I think he’s had enough. … Continue Reading
You look at me, both guilty and defiant.
I hold your gaze. I wait.
You are hurt and angry. You lift your chin. I know that look. You are considering your options. They are running through your mind like quicksilver, fast and light and slippery.
I don’t look away. I just wait while you run through the possible reactions in your head.
Your breathing is shallow while you fight for composure.
I can feel your … Continue Reading
My first love was a woman, well, a girl really.
I was 17, she was a year ahead of me at school. She was fun and hilarious and street-smart in a way I wasn’t. An athlete, with that long-limbed lithe body that young athletes have. Full of that kind of careless body confidence that comes from knowing what those limbs and muscles are capable of, and a self awareness that results in a loping casual … Continue Reading