'Dipping sun' by sunshine
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 a sweetheart and he deserves to be happy. If he can find that with a lovely vanilla woman, then more power to him. It’s an … Continue Reading
Sunshine on the floor at my feet
He picks me up from the airport, then there’s a train trip, then a drive.
When we get to his house, he shows me to my bedroom.
It’s the master.
He will take a smaller bedroom while I am here.
“I want you to be comfortable.” he says as he puts my bag down.
The room is pristine, as is the ensuite.
I thank him.
We are in the kitchen.
He is making a favourite childhood snack of mine: Rempeyek.
I had asked my dad to make it for me for Christmas.
“No,” he’d said, “Too hard.”
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Four days with Sunshine over New Year’s.
Hot moments, snippets, memories.
I text him from bed, “Brush your teeth and come here.”
“Yes, Ma’am :)”
Play, with rope. Not explicitly sexual, intimate. Different ties, those ones I have no skill in. Close and slow and following instructions.
Feeling how his body is built, how it bends, where it resists, pushing against it.
A hog-tie where I could pull a rope and rock him, chest to knees.
Soft moans when I forced something tight, constricting his body against itself.
Wetness, his boxers, probably on the floor also.
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Sunshine being a beautiful thing in my cuffs
I wanted to drop you a longer note to say thank you for such a great visit.
You are such a lovely thing and it is rare for me that I didn’t feel like I had to hide in my cave to recover from spending time with someone.
I know how hard you worked to make sure that I was happy and comfortable and I see it and I really appreciate that.
Your company was fun, your hosting was immaculate, your cooking was great, and the rempeyek was such a special treat.
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Plans over Christmas are always full of family. This year is no different.
Even though we have only a very small family, everyone lives in different places so everyone travels. This person flying in that day, this other person driving here then, those people going there, then this person coming also on that other day and etc.
Even just looking at the schedule is exhausting.
I have post-Christmas plane tickets in my grubby little hands to go and see the sunshiney man with whom I had the weekend date: I will be with him for four days, three … Continue Reading
I talked about our really lovely weekend date: I was keen to make it clear how well it went so you could better understand what followed.
So what happened next?
He wrote me an incredibly sweet and flattering thank you note the day after he got home.
“…there is a whole dimension between the conceptualised and the actual of someone but I only found reality better than I had thought. You are smart, funny, sexy and I found you immensely interesting. I felt extremely submissive with you, your natural dominance is clear to me and it felt very much
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I was right about him.
I was right to contact him in the first place. I was right to listen when he addressed my concerns about his situation. I was right to invite him to visit.
He is completely lovely.
I picked him up from the airport Friday night, his face lit up when he recognised me from my photos which is always a lovely thing (it is such a difficult thing for me, trying to identify people from photos, and I am always scanning every face as they come off the plane: Anxiously going ‘is that him? is … Continue Reading