He was Clark Kent, tall and built and conservative, with glasses, sweetly attentive, a combination of youthful cocky and shy insecurity. More than ten years younger, he had lied about his age, “I thought you wouldn’t be interested if you knew how young I was.”
I had taken him home some weeks before, after a formal function, a night of drinking, dancing, flirting, and later fumbling one-night sex, hot and steamy and awkward, with bodies … Continue Reading
She ties him to the bed, face up – cuffs on wrists and ankles, spread-eagled, open for her, helpless, hard, exposed.
Then, a blindfold.
She hasn’t used one for a while, the darkness scares him, she can see it in the way he shies away from her hands, trying to sink into the bed, the way he licks his lips (she watches his tongue slip out of his mouth and lap nervously at the sides … Continue Reading
As soon as the door closes behind us, I am on you.
I shove you back against the wall, grab a fistful of your hair, jerk your head back, then sideways. Your eyes widen, you try not to resist. Your head smashes against the wood as I push myself up against you, my mouth on yours. I open my mouth, forcing your lips apart, I suck your breath, your arms automatically go around my waist … Continue Reading
He was supposed to be on a conference call with me, we were doing a presentation to other senior North American colleagues. We had prepared for it over the past week, had done a run through the day before. I was doing the initial talking, and would hand over to him for his section. He was late, I had one of the men in the meeting give him a call… no answer. I started without … Continue Reading
He is a work colleague: smart, driven, funny, engaging, good at his job. I like him and enjoy working with him. We talked all the time on the phone, but had never met because, well, he’s in North America and I am not.
We were on a call, I was carefully trying to explain something to him, he was distracted, obviously doing something else over there across the ocean. I got exasperated and snapped at … Continue Reading
Once upon a time, I went out with vanilla boys, before I found any BDSM community, and after also. I was thinking recently about vanilla and submissive dates… they are quite different in my experience. Submissive men tend to wait, they are a little afraid of taking initiative in case they get it wrong, so they wait to be led, which is fine with me, but there are many many ways to show interest that … Continue Reading
Shy… well, shy is sweet – it’s so delicate, it breaks my heart, just a little. It makes me want to get right in his face, back him into a corner, and make that sweet shyness into excruciatingly uncomfortable, awkward, blushing, stammering and stuttering sink-into-the-ground self consciousness. And when he tries desperately to break the tension, with that half-joking, half-hopeful, half-smile that shy people do sometimes, I want to feel his embarrassment when it doesn’t … Continue Reading