He was lying on the floor at my feet, we were watching TV.
He had a gorgeous arse and beautiful legs. I was distracted by the muscles of his thighs, and the crease where his legs met his arse.
I idly started to pat his arse with my foot, just stroking him gently. He shifted back a little to give me better access. I squeezed my foot between his thighs and he opened his legs … Continue Reading
It is cold tonight, and I am, coincidentally, wearing three articles of clothing from boyfriends past.
It is unintentional, and sweet.
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
I have agreed to it, finally, and I lie on the bed while he gets the piercing kit. I try to relax, but I am tense, scared. I hate needles, hate them…
He sits beside me on the bed, I try not to watch him get the 14 gauge needle out, try not to listen to the packet crackling as he unwraps it, try not to look at the clamps, try not to think. I … Continue Reading