I am already crashing up against him on the way home, seeking impact. He sees the aggression before we get inside, he probably saw it building hours before, and fed it quietly all night long… slipping scraps under the table into the hungry maw when I wasn’t looking. We are still giggling and being silly as I push him police-style into the apartment.
“Only cuts and bruises, no permanent damage please!” he declares. He makes … Continue Reading
We are going out, he grabs my coat and holds it open for me.
“Broken wing first!”, he blurts out quickly before I have even moved.
I look at him, “Which is it?”
He smiles, knows I am not kidding, I am hopeless. He nods at my right arm and holds the sleeve coat forward so that I can slip my hurt arm into it first.
I wince when I move it, which makes him … Continue Reading
Scene: A weird conversation at work about cows… (don’t ask… really!)
Boy geek #1: Can you milk beef cows?
Me: *outraged look* Oh, come on now!! That’s just *wrong*!!
Boy geek #2: *cheeky grin* You just think it’s kinky!
Me: *laugh* Yeah, I totally do!
Boy geek #2: *laugh* I knew it!
Boy geek #1: …?
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We are sitting close, touching, stroking, heading home on the subway after an evening out with friends.
“I can’t wait until we get home and do some kissing…”
I shake my head. “No kissing…” I whisper.
He smiles at me, amused and puzzled. “No kissing?!”
I smile back and lean into him. “No.”
“Cuddling?”
“No, when we get home, you are going to stand naked in the corner…”
He laughs, I look at him, he … Continue Reading
“May I?”
“Do whatever you like.”
“I did the wrong thing, I’m so sorry…”
*shrug* “It’s okay.”
“Which one…?”
“Either is fine.”
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There are a gazillion ways to do it, to have aspects of dominance and submission (D/s) in your life and in your relationship. Each is so different that you may as well be talking apples and gorillas when you discuss it with people with whom you allegedly have a fundamental commonality.
Mine is a very specific type of D/s. It is a romantic relationship with all that that entails in the vanilla world, but I … Continue Reading
He is tied down, face up when I come back to him and all is a blur, a strobe light of glimpses and moments, time is disjointed and I look at the disarray around me and know that I caused it.
Waxing, nipple clamps, biting, facial contortions, cock slapping, tiny holes from the wartenberg wheel, smacking all over, biting biting, shock, ball stretching, a chain in his mouth, metallic kissing, desperate breathing, riding his mouth, … Continue Reading