It’s hot, sun beating down, the light dappled by leaves from overhanging trees.
You are dancing, your hair held up in a coloured band, it bounces wildly as you fling yourself about to the beat. You are lost in it. I feel wave after wave of affection as I watch you, unselfconscious, intermittently closing your eyes to let the music move you. My stomach flips when your lithe body does a snaky little shimmy that … Continue Reading
“Hands behind your head.”
You comply quickly, and you wait.
“We’re going to do something that we’ve done before, can you guess?” I ask, smiling.
We are new together, there aren’t that many choices.
“No Ma’am,” you reply quickly. You are nervous.
“The pegs,” I grin at you.
You make a face at me, screw up your nose, your lip curls. You are not into pain. In fact, you don’t like it at all, the … Continue Reading
It was scorching hot, summer at the beach in the days when being tanned was the thing and gladly-offered sacrifices to get there included baby oil and sweat dripping from everywhere.
She’d walked out of the surf topless earlier in the day, I had watched her striding towards me up the beach.
I felt, for the first time that I can recall, unbridled lust as she came towards me. A punch in the stomach so … Continue Reading
The agreement is clearly laid out:
It is gentle, this image I have of kissing you, soft and exploratory.
Maybe because you are so naively greedy, offering yourself with no real clue what you are putting on the table. You think you can give it because you don’t know any better.
It would be tender… a slow approach, watching your reaction, seeing the longing, the yearning, the guileless reaching. It is heartbreaking, really, the innocence of it, the trust. And oh … Continue Reading
I am still working through the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post (you didn’t think I’d forgotten did you?!).
This is a reading of The couch, a gentle and incredibly sweet scenario I wrote about quite a while ago.
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This recording courtesy of a request by:
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A concert, it’s dark. I’m there with my girlfriends. Crowded at the front, squeezed together, heat, and a pounding beat through the floor. Bodies moving in unison, we are all one undulating, connected creature, for a brief moment, strangers bonded together.
I feel him behind me, pressed up against me in the throng. He is tall, I don’t turn around, but graze my arse back a little against him. I feel him retreat away from … Continue Reading