Update on the pretty thing

The pretty thing has a beautiful mouth, truly. Full, shapely and pillowy soft. I want to post a photo of it, and even though I know he would be okay with it, it just seems too personal right now. I joked on twitter that I was going to post an update about him along with a photo, […]

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About the pretty thing

I always debate writing about nebulous things, because this, with the pretty thing, is not really a ‘thing’, but it’s a ‘thing’ in that he is getting inside my head, and when someone takes up residence there, I want to write about it even though it is difficult for various reasons (I’ve written about this blogging dilemma) before. The pretty thing contacted me about 3 months ago, […]

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Pretty thing

The first photo I saw of you was innocently posted in public. A casually posed shot, careless, a little blurry with movement, shirtless, showing an obviously lean body, no detail, a shock of dark hair. My comment on it was understated, controlled, it was, after all, a photo of some boy I didn’t know and I am rarely moved by them, […]

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How to get a Domme to shut up…

Context:  [Snippet of an IM conversation with a lovely flirty boy who lives nowhere near me… I am sensibly and tediously talking about the difference between remote connection and real life…] — Him: You wouldn’t like to know what I feel like? Me: You forget that I have experience with this… of meeting someone and ‘it’ was just not there, […]

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Yogacam

The agreement is clearly laid out:  He will get on cam and do half an hour of yoga. He will do it shirtless. We will not speak beforehand. I will initiate the call at the agreed time. He will turn the webcam on, I will verify by IM that I can see, and he will begin. He is to pretend I am not watching. […]

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My sent emails XXXIII

Hello lovely-boy-who-sends-me-his-impossible-beauty, Photos like that make me talk to myself. I am mostly incoherent. Even to myself. The veins in your arm are a nice touch. Did you put them there just for me? Thank you. Also, oh my fucking god. Guh. Ferns  […]

On kissing you

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, […]

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Next time

I like it when you falter, are made shy and unsure.  Not by me, really, though there is that.  It comes from you: That voice in your head that tells you to stop it, to not say that, to not do that, to not THINK that, but something in you urges you to say, do, think it anyway. I watch your conflict like a predator watching prey, […]

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