He was standing at the sink, washing up.
I swear I didn’t touch a dish the entire time he was here. Lovely.
I watched him for a moment or two. He was wearing longish shorts and a t-shirt, his body moving slightly as he scrubbed.
I stepped in behind him, pressing gently against his back. My face resting against his shoulder blade. His height always a kind of quiet thrill for me.
I slipped a hand under his t-shirt. I could almost feel his smile as I touched him. I felt the small movements of his body against me, perhaps … Continue Reading “Washing up”
I’m shit at casual anything. I’m normally either all-in and want to give and get everything, or I’m out. Because ‘meh’. But sometimes, rarely, I am open to other options.
Considering service submission was one example, and being open to something non-LTR-ish with the cougarling is another.
I offered to see the cougarling again in my last email to him even though I didn’t think that developing a long term relationship over distance was going to work for us:
I enjoyed so much about our time together: you’re lovely, and you’re so beautiful, and I feel like there is more
… Continue Reading “Casual maybe”
I have written more, lots, reams, but I just don’t feel like posting it because REASONS.
Thank you so much for all the travel you did to come and spend time with me, I really appreciate it.
I enjoyed so much about our time together: you’re lovely, and you’re so beautiful, and I feel like there is more to explore. I’d be delighted to see you again to kiss and pet and play some more if you would enjoy that also.
But given how we communicate, trying to build a long term relationship over this … Continue Reading “Heavy sighs & fine-ness”
I knew he was into rope. I’d warned him that I have no skills with it, but that I was absolutely happy to learn with him if this went somewhere. In that way I’m like some ‘fantasy Domme’: kinks in and of themselves don’t interest me much, but HIS kinks do. Because that’s how I get reactions and that’s where I enjoy playing.
We played some with rope this time. I have a couple of books, youtube videos, even a video of myself doing a chest tie that I learnt in a shibari class (takate-kote, TK: I had to look … Continue Reading “Roping a cougarling”
I’m good at remote communication. Probably better than in-person. I can write thoughtful, funny, intimate emails. I adore someone who does the same, who fires me up, who is able to bring something to our exchanges that makes me excited and fascinated, that feeds me. That thing where I can’t hit reply fast enough: I need that.
I’m also good at doing long distance. I seem to do it a lot. Not because it’s a thing I choose as such (though self-examination makes me wonder about this), but because the men I really like seem to have an annoying habit … Continue Reading “Communication and distance”
The rising sun was still low over the horizon, a warm morning, the promise of a bright day. An early swim and play in the surf. I leapt at him full force, trying to take him down in the churning water. He held me lightly, amused. Could easily lift me overhead. Playful silliness.
I left the water first, drying myself on the beach. I watched him stride out of the surf towards me, the towel forgotten in my hand. The sun behind him turned him into a glowing god-like silhouette, unconscious loose-limbed grace: Tall, broad shouldered, tiny hipped, strong, beautiful. … Continue Reading “5 days with the cougarling”