History revisited

Last year I received this email out of the blue.  I hope that you might by chance remember me… We met online some years ago, 90’s. Your tag was SweetAs… I asked you what you were Sweet as and your reply was chocolate ice cream melting on a summer day. My name is [redacted]. You and I enjoyed a lot of correspondence. […]

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Eight and a half hours

Eight and a half hours later, he left. A much longer date than expected.  Late in the afternoon, we fortified ourselves with crackers, vegetable sticks, and dips I had prepared for snacks, and slices of chocolate mud cake and strawberries that he brought. When it got late though, way past dinner time, I had no real food to offer him. […]

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Personal service date

The boy who I have quietly dubbed ‘my prey‘ kept in touch with me after our date. There is ‘something’ pleasing about him that I can’t quite put my finger on, you know: ‘something’. His engagement is light and fun and he makes me laugh. His little hints of submission are sincere and flirtatious. He hasn’t balked yet at my nudging at him a little. He didn’t push me (prey doesn’t push), […]

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Date with prey

A date with a lovely submissive boy who has been in my inbox on and off for about four years. He’s smart, personable, articulate, and pretty as fuck with a body to die for. We talked about meeting a few years ago, but when I dug a little deeper, I could see that we weren’t compatible, so we never did. […]

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Boxes of memories

I have boxes that I move from one place to the next, leaving them unpacked and unused. They contain my journals from the days when my triumphs and failures were written down painstakingly by hand. Endless pads and notebooks lie untouched in there. They also contain photo albums of yore, from the days when you had to take film into the camera shop and have them developed, […]

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My sent emails XLVI – the sex-voiced Texan

This time, I sent sex-voiced Texan a photo of a pose I liked as inspiration: casual, leaning against a wall, hat in hand, boots on, jeans, no shirt. He sent me three pictures: two variations of that pose, and one off-script photo featuring his bound hands, the boots and hat in shot.  I am (almost literally) floored by my visceral reaction to how beautiful he is. […]

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How long is too long?

Yesterday I had a second voice call with the sex-voiced Texan. Early afternoon my time, 8pm his time. “So that you get to bed at a reasonable hour,” I said (our last call was 4.5 hours long). When I call him, his webcam flickers. He beams at me with his killer smile. I never asked him to turn his cam on but I love watching him when we talk. […]

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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, […]

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The sex-voiced Texan: a photo

I had this email exchange with the sex-voiced Texan. Me: Do you have a cowboy hat? You must have one, right? Never you mind why I’m asking… Him: Of course I do…My curiosity is piqued… But I’ll just answer the question. Me: Well of course you do! :D And cowboy boots right (that’s a dumb question isn’t it?)? Him: I’m smiling right now because those questions are very particular. […]

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