I want to talk about wider lessons I learnt about trying something casual, but I’ll do that in another post.
One of the things, though, is this: If we aren’t compatible, I really need to not talk to him.
Because it breaks the tenuous hold on ‘whatever this is’ that we have established.
I knew it with holy-fuck-beautiful-eyes, and told him explicitly: ‘no talking’. It worked. But those were short visits of a … Continue Reading
…continued from Cougarling, with rope of course
He worked himself loose, of course. When he wriggled his hands free from the rope, he looked at me in triumph.
“If I’d known you were going to fight your way out, I’d have tried harder…” I protested weakly.
He smirked, nodded indulgently at me.
Pushing him down onto his back, I took the length of rope, and wrapped it more firmly around his wrists this time, something … Continue Reading
Some light rope play in the morning. A pentagram chest harness. Easy enough, but not for her: Unskilled and clumsy, painstakingly following directions shown on a youtube video, backtracking, trying again.
He was patient, always. Happy enough to feel the rope on his skin, gentle kissing, her chin already scraped raw from the night before when he had arrived after a full day’s work, a flight, a drive, carrying his five o’clock shadow into his … Continue Reading
Hidden under my bed is a beat up old suitcase. It’s a large bright orange lockable Samsonite that I’ve had for countless years of various kinds of travel.
It’s always locked. It’s heavy. It’s full.
When you open it, it looks disorganised, but it’s not.
Dildos of silicone, glass and steel, vibrators, butt plugs, lube, strap-on harnesses, various kinds of rope, cuffs, leashes, clips, blindfolds, an electronic zapper, paddles, a carpet beater, a breadboard, a … Continue Reading
So July was a bad month for me, technically speaking.
I mean birthday and all, so presents and booze and loveliness which is awesome (and thank you all for the good wishes :)).
But wow, technically: Bad month.
Those of you who are very observant may have noticed some oddness on my blog for a couple of weeks in July. My web host’s server was hacked.
The first indication I had that something was … Continue Reading
Remember the cougarling?
6’3 of pretty, I contacted him on Fetlife, he drove 24 hours a couple of times to come and spend time with me… Yes, him.
We’ve kept in sporadic touch over the last two years. Friendly emails on and off (mostly off).
In my last message of note to him, I said this:
“You are most welcome in my lair, in my rope, and in my bed”
It’s rare that I … Continue Reading
Sunshine is dating again. It’s not surprising: Good men don’t sit on the shelf for long.
A very nice (thoughtful, funny, kind etc) vanilla woman with children, she lives close by, he seems to like her quite a bit even if she’s maybe not going to be the (a?) great love of his life. Or maybe she is, who knows with these things.
I’m not sad about it, nor do I have any regrets. He’s … Continue Reading