meeting/  the other men

A weekend: The Domme and the lovely switch

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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:

*ring ring*
Me: Hello! Welcome to Australia!!
Him: *laughing* Thank you!! Happy to be here!!

*some pleasantries*

Him: So I’m at the hotel, I’m showered, all clean and lovely, shall I come to you? I had a look at the map and it’s just down the road and…
Me: Wait…
Him: … it’s not far so I can be there … Continue Reading

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the other men

Creative? No, just lazy…

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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) and he is eagerly (?) awaiting them.

Then I thought, “Oooh, I’ll bet my readers would love to ask him questions too!!!”

So here goes:… Continue Reading

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the other men

Weekend with a switch

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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, so I don’t place much stock in those sorts of things.

This time, though, I have the plane tickets in hand and a fabulous 5 … Continue Reading

Loves: 10
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play/  the other men/  top pick

Drawing out hurt

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“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 pegs are torturous for you.

“Shirt off, jeans off. Leave your boxers on.”

You comply quickly and stand in front of me in your boxers, … Continue Reading

Loves: 53
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play/  the other men

Public tease

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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

Loves: 25
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First/  musing/  my boy/  the other men

Clothes of boyfriends past

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It is cold tonight, and I am, coincidentally, wearing three articles of clothing from boyfriends past.

It is unintentional, and sweet.

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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 front door.

“I’ll have that,” I said, putting it on.

He looked at me in it.

“It looks good,” he said.

I laughed, twirled.

“It … Continue Reading

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musing/  the other men

Airport waiting

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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, casual business attire. He doesn’t read or amuse himself with a phone, he just sits there quietly.

My father is speaking to me, we talk … Continue Reading

Loves: 3
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