There are some things I don’t talk about, well, lots of things actually.
They’re unacceptable for public consumption for various reasons. Sometimes because they are simply too personal, sometimes because they invade someone’s privacy, sometimes because they are too revealing, sometimes because there is no way to talk about them coherently, and sometimes because they are so far on the side of ‘wrong’ that they require a heavy handed justification and explanation and I can’t be bothered with that.
There is a tone I didn’t even realise I used when we played, or perhaps more accurately, when I was turned on and tuned into him.
He mentioned it early on. “Oh, that voice…” he said softly, almost a moan, his own tone dropping in response.
I paid attention then. It is quiet, slow, deliberate, concentrated, slightly deeper than my normal speaking voice, resonating from the back of my throat. It’s almost calming, unconsciously designed to wash over him, like some relentless wave of water that simply and … Continue Reading
I love the idea of puppy play though I’ve only tried it once and it didn’t quite work. We still got some fun out of it, but neither of us quite got into the right mindset. He wasn’t really puppy-playful and I didn’t know how to bring it out of him, so in the end it was more about restrictions and objectification than puppy play.
Still, I’m finding puppies more and more adorable. The playful gambolling, the cute noises, the attention seeking, the tricks, the pleasure … Continue Reading
It was still early, all of us in black, seated around the table. Our appearance might have seemed gothically funereal except for the fact that we were at an Italian restaurant: eating pizza, drinking wine, talking, laughing.
My boy was sitting beside me, young, shy, nervous. Quiet. He wasn’t really mine. Not really. But for the purposes of public consumption, on this night he belonged to me. He wore my collar of simple leather, a silver clip connecting the D-ring to the chain that fell down from … Continue Reading