I managed 27 posts over November for NaBloRrrawrMo, though some of those were from Submissive Guy Comics so really a few less than 27.
I didn’t quite hit the mark of a post a day, but not too shabby.
I don’t deserve this, but I’m claiming it anyway, dammit!
I posted some impressions of our kissing date.
They are truth, those small snippets of heat and connection. Some sweet emails followed, his first immediately after our kissing date full of wonder and awe that matched mine.
But despite the flashes of intensity we shared, overall something wasn’t firing with us.
He is a smart, attractive man who was showing me lovely little glimpses of potential goodness both as a person and as a submissive. We got along well, had things in common, found each other attractive, he was beautifully compliant, but we didn’t really have that simmering chemistry: … Continue Reading
There was a moment where he changed.
A sudden metamorphosis as if I had flicked a switch.
From passive acceptance to aggressive greed.
I felt small changes in his body before I realised what was coming.
Muscles that had been relaxed tensed below me, small movements at first, he pulled at his bindings, quietly straining at the ropes that held his wrists firm, some slight shifting of position. A testing to see if I would stop him.
And when I didn’t, he moved.
His body arched up off the bed towards me, seeking contact. His ankles were untied by … Continue Reading
One of the reasons I balk at saying ‘I love you’ is because when it’s not true any more, it’s as if I lied. There is some sappy ‘love is forever’ behind that thought. Even though I’m not sappy.
I’m reading the writings of a woman who was in love with a man who said he loved her. Then he broke up with her. The details are complicated and not relevant to my thoughts: what resonates for me is her overwhelming hurt and confusion over how he could love her, and then not.
“You said you loved me last week, … Continue Reading
When the Pilot offered me a glass of the wine I had asked him to buy, I noticed two glasses on the table.
“None for you though,” I said.
He didn’t bat an eye, poured me a glass, put the bottle away.
I sipped the cold wine while I checked him out. I had him stand in the middle of his living room, I walked around him gently touching, seeing how he felt. He’s six foot tall. I’m taller in heels. I like that quite a bit. I took my time. I eventually had his clothes off, and I relaxed … Continue Reading
I know it is both ridiculous and frivolous, but its the truth nevertheless.
I miss that feeling of slipping my foot into them, perhaps having to do a little wiggle to get them on. Looking at that arch that gets emphasised by the elevation of the heel. Carefully fixing the placement of straps and doing up a tiny clasp against my ankle. That moment when I stand up to my full height, stretching to a generous 6’3 and suddenly feeling like some Amazon queen. I enjoy the exaggerated length it gives my legs, like they go on forever. And when … Continue Reading
Further to your ‘yes!’ to a kissing date, I’m going to give you some detail so you know what to expect.
It’s a date for the sole purpose of kissing. Just that. No food, no drinks, no chit chat, no hanging out, no going anywhere.
I’d play it by ear, but I want to be a little careful with you. The following list of things are in the realms of possibility (it’s not a ‘will do’ list, it’s a … Continue Reading
