The lovely switch and I had a day and a half together in Sydney. I flew in on Friday, and he arrived on Saturday morning, after the ungodly long flight from the US.
Our first conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello! Welcome to Australia!!
Him: *laughing* Thank you!! Happy to be here!!
Him: So I’m at the hotel, I’m showered, all clean and lovely, shall I come to you? I … Continue Reading
I’m at the airport waiting for the flight home from my weekend with the lovely switch.
Of course I am happy to share with you all, and I was thinking about what to write about it, and then I had a really great idea (I am full of them! Truly!). I already told him I was going to send him a questionnaire to fill in (probably full of ridiculous questions that make me laugh) … Continue Reading
I’m being treated to a weekend away!!
An American switch friend who I have never met is coming to Australia for work and he is sweetly flying me out to spend the weekend with him.
When he mentioned the possibility a couple of months ago, I sort of shrugged non-committally and said I might be interested. I find that men *say* stuff like that all the time, and for whatever reason it never actually happens, … Continue Reading
“Hands behind your head.”
You comply quickly, and you wait.
“We’re going to do something that we’ve done before, can you guess?” I ask, smiling.
We are new together, there aren’t that many choices.
“No Ma’am,” you reply quickly. You are nervous.
“The pegs,” I grin at you.
You make a face at me, screw up your nose, your lip curls. You are not into pain. In fact, you don’t like it at all, the … Continue Reading
A concert, it’s dark. I’m there with my girlfriends. Crowded at the front, squeezed together, heat, and a pounding beat through the floor. Bodies moving in unison, we are all one undulating, connected creature, for a brief moment, strangers bonded together.
I feel him behind me, pressed up against me in the throng. He is tall, I don’t turn around, but graze my arse back a little against him. I feel him retreat away from … 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’m at the airport, waiting with my father for a flight to come in.
There is a boy sitting across and a few seats to the right, facing me. I look at him, he looks back at me frankly. I have sunglasses on, I am not sure if my stare is obvious. There is no smile on either side.
He is kind of beautiful, lean, early 30s maybe, a clean attractive face, short hair, sideburns, … Continue Reading