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Meeting a cute boy
I rarely meet people off the internet unless they are potential partners.
I’m not a friendly person: I hate meeting people, and I hate socialising, so unless there’s a chance of at LEAST getting some kissing out of it, I’m not interested.
I made an exception for the lovely switch because, well, he was so very lovely. I also made an exception for climbing boy, because he was super sweet and local. With both … Continue Reading
Happy femdom story – Master Joy’s boy
I cannot tell you how delighted I was when I read this story. It was Sunday morning, and I had my coffee in hand when I opened my emails. Moments later I was almost in tears with an idiot-smile on my face as I read this absolutely wonderful happy-making tale *delighted sigh*.
Author: Master Joy’s boy
I saw your call for sharing happy and healthy stories. Thank you for all the work that goes … Continue Reading
Boys with sex voices
A few emails exchanged with a Texan boy: he’s smart, fun, there is some light flirtation. He emails a throw-away line after making appreciative compliments about one of my recordings:
Him:
“If I had a clip of myself I’d send it to you.”
I tease him back.
Me:
“So is it your contention that you have no possible way to record an audio clip? Is that what you are saying?
Or are you saying … Continue Reading
Dear cute kilted boy…
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
Dreamy-eyed boys
“So, yeah. I’m still kinda all dreamy-eyed for you.”
I so love the impractical boys, the creative swimmy ones who say things like this, the ones who float.
I am not like that. Not really at all.
And maybe that’s why I love them so. Their ethereal existence has open spaces in it, and I can slip in, like smoke on a breeze, and find my place in there, in their blood and cells, insinuating … Continue Reading
Clothes of boyfriends past
It is cold tonight, and I am, coincidentally, wearing three articles of clothing from boyfriends past.
It is unintentional, and sweet.
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My sweatshirt, too big, an unattractive colour really, is one that I grabbed out of my first submissive’s ‘give away’ bag when we were clearing out clothes to take to good will. He probably had it for quite a while before I took it. I plucked it out of the box by the … Continue Reading
Boy under her heels
She has on her new ankle boots, black leather, stiletto heels, stockings… she has them on, at home, in the house. His eyes are wide as he takes in the clingy black dress, the red lipstick. On the table, water crackers and various cheeses; brie, camembert, vintage cheddar, what looks like Edam. She is leaning back comfortably in the black leather swivel chair, legs crossed, a boot swinging hypnotically back and forth. She has a … Continue Reading