The agreement is clearly laid out:
He has never been on cam for me, though I have seen him already in photos and video clips that he has sent me over … Continue Reading
It is gentle, this image I have of kissing you, soft and exploratory.
Maybe because you are so naively greedy, offering yourself with no real clue what you are putting on the table. You think you can give it because you don’t know any better.
It would be tender… a slow approach, watching your reaction, seeing the longing, the yearning, the guileless reaching. It is heartbreaking, really, the innocence of it, the trust. And oh my god, the shy hesitance, accentuated by the bottomless eagerness, the wide-eyed artless desire.
I know you would sink quickly under the onslaught I ache … Continue Reading
I am still working through the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post (you didn’t think I’d forgotten did you?!).
This is a reading of The couch, a gentle and incredibly sweet scenario I wrote about quite a while ago.
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This recording courtesy of a request by:
slapshot… 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 me politely. I allow it, until a surge towards the stage returns him to me. I dance back against him, feel him try to pull … Continue Reading
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, and then it would be done.
His response to it, though, was oh my fucking god incredibly hot and fascinating and so much fucking fun … 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 like this, his lips cushiony-soft and relaxed, and sometimes his tongue slips out to touch the tender skin there, abused and sore. In this state, … 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 look around to see if anyone noticed. He leaned back in the seat, grinned cockily at her, looked pointedly at his crotch, then back at … Continue Reading