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The dance
I made him get naked on our first meet.
He had accompanied me to my apartment after we had spent some hours together. He was unbearably sweet, sinking under me almost visibly from the first; it was tangible, his submission… I could see it between us, taste it, feel it. He had already offered to head off home, breezily and sweet, happy to have met me, spent some time with me, content to catch up … Continue Reading
Reading him to sleep
Sometimes, I read to him. He curls up in bed, I read to him, a bedtime story, to put him to sleep. He shifts now and then, distracting me from the words on the page, he listens and drifts off and tries not to drift off because he wants to hear my voice, doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to leave me.
I read to him from a horrible book where the author seems … Continue Reading
My cocks
I was inspired to think about strap-ons by Britni’s post. Holy hell, hot, stunning photos! It made me immediately want to get my harness and my cock, take pornographic photos of myself and then wildly fuck things. I haven’t written much (if anything) about fucking with a strap-on cock because… well, I don’t know why… maybe it’s just too stereotypical, a little porn-ish, and I didn’t really want to go there up-front and feed … Continue Reading
Sunday curiosity #9
Disclaimer, for regular readers…
I love that you come here and get a sense of me and my relationship, I love that you are interested at all, I love it when you comment on something that has touched you, that you sometimes share little snippets of your own lives with me, that you can relate to things that I have written, that you offer support when I need it. That is a wonderful and much … Continue Reading
Sunday curiosity #8
I said that I wanted to change direction a little with this blog, and this is part of it, to step away from those powerful moments and talk a little about the ordinary ones, those moments that happen day in and day out, in between the beautiful and the powerful there is the ordinary, the routine. This is not my usual type of posting, though it is a moment in time, and it is an … Continue Reading
No more…
“I can’t do this anymore…” He blurted it out in a rush, like he had to release it or it would never come out.
I looked at him. They were the first words out of his mouth after our greeting through the car window. I had pulled up outside the restaurant, he was waiting there for me. It was obvious that he had a lot more to say.
I nodded at him. “Wait, we can … Continue Reading
Sunday Curiosity #7
A different kind of Sunday curiosity this week. A musing of sorts.
Some things are difficult for me to write about because they feel so personal and I feel a little as if I am exposing too much if I was I to write about them. I know that sounds strange, when I share these intimate details in this blog, when I seem to bare all. These things I speak of, these private, secret things, … Continue Reading