I never used to ‘get it’, I love my man’s orgasms, I love having him come for me, I love everything about it, so I wasn’t interested in having him NOT come. At all. Until I was.
I tried it with my last submissive as a few days of ‘no touching’ as a punishment, there was no ‘device’. I didn’t really expect much from it, I thought he would be frustrated and kind of annoyed, … Continue Reading
I love to kiss him when he is endorphined up and blissed, when everything in him is made soft and his eyes are glazed. He would be happy to lie there with me and float away, but when I touch his cheek he turns to face me, not really looking, not really, he is elsewhere, but I know he feels the feather-like touch through the haze.
His mouth is made so gentle when he is … Continue Reading
She smirked across the table at him.
He laughed. “What?!”
She raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
He looked puzzled, then gave her a sheepish smile.
“What are you thinking, Ma’am?”
She eyed his crotch, then looked back up to his face.
His eyes widened, brow furrowed.
“Your lap,” she said, as if it wasn’t obvious.
Understanding dawned. He hesitated, then shifted his chair back, the feet scraping loudly on the floor, he didn’t … Continue Reading
… and so, we continue…
“I tell you to kiss my feet once the shoes are off, I am lovely to you. I feel your lips against my skin and tongue lapping at my toes…”
I sit back and close my eyes, occasionally shifting my foot this way or that to offer a certain part to your mouth, pushing up towards your face when you get it just right.
I lean down and pet … Continue Reading
We are incompatible in many ways. Really, many. And we have already hit some rough spots, before even meeting.
And yet… and yet… there is something special there.
Something…
For the first time (yes, the first!), I did a tiny little bit of play with him. Miniscule, hardly anything at all.
We have a short phone call at 11.30pm, so I can tell him a bedtime story.
We talk about trivialities: my stubbed toe, his … Continue Reading
…the day is not nearly over…
It is about 3pm, and we find our way back home. We take the shopping inside (yes, we bought things for dinner!), you are, I think, all expectant and edgy now, which makes me laugh. I make idle chit chat about what you are making for dinner while you put the shopping away, you are nodding at me, but really, you are waiting. What are you waiting for?… Continue Reading
… the day continues…
You are reading the paper, I am sitting with legs around you, writing and half listening to you tell me about what is going on in the world.
I tell you to go get moisturiser and you hurry off and back. I offer my hands first, and you start there with a hand massage, I tell you not to linger, I’m hungry, so you will pick up the pace and rub … Continue Reading