Is it bad that all I see in this picture is how her leg is bound by nothing even approximating a knot. Sexy pose to be certain, and it makes me look at my current headboard in a potential new light, but seriously that’s gonna chafe or cut off circulation if she squirms too much or a secondary tie pulls her the wrong way.
It didn’t take long after Meredith and I started exploring kink that I realized she’s a harder bottom than my poor spanking hand alone could ever handle. I needed something. Something now. Something at hand. Something with some smack to it.
I’m never not wearing a belt. Have a good weekend.
Flaming red hair + shined latex cincher + pretty pretty crop = Good Weekend. Have yourself one.
For my precious Mer. Because I know that when it’s over and done with we’re gonna make it out alright.
And I’d cut my fingers to the bone,
And I’d split my sides in for youTonight, we throw ourselves away
And we make it every time
When I thought I was ok
You said I was alright
As the night comes crashing down
We catch ourselves a line
We’re only makin’ out
We’re makin’ out all right
First off. We haven’t gone away. We’re still having sexy adventures. We’ve just been a little lax about sharing them with the wide world. Others are still developing and aren’t quite ready for sharing, but you, oh my lovelies, will be the first to hear when they are.
In the meantime the past few weeks have been full of tiny lessons for me but I think that the biggest for me is that communication isn’t always what it seems at face value. That sometimes good, healthy communication can be as much about what you spare your partner as what you share with your partner.
I know it’s not a solid foundation for the long run, but sometimes the good enough has to do when the perfect just isn’t available.
Something fun for you this holiday season. Wishing a very kinky holiday to you and yours.
As a rule first dates are fairly nerve racking. Even more so when they are with someone of the same sex and you have never done something – anything – like this before.
Nearly two weeks ago I answered an ad with Craig’s List. She seemed to my liking and with a nudge from Greyson I replied not really expecting to receive any response. I was shocked when less than two hours later I received an email from Kellie. Playing it cool, she and I began to chat and within a day or so we planned to meet for a date.
This is when the reality of the situation started to gnaw at me. I began over analyzing the situation and started to freak out. At one point, I actually decided I was not going but Greyson and some other friends convinced me there was no harm in going for a cup of coffee.
Wandering through Starbucks, looking for someone who might be her … I came face to face with a lovely blonde. Beautiful lips and full breasts. She was amazing. Over coffee we chatted about ourselves and relationships. My confidence reappeared and I was actually happy I went through with all of it.
Over the next few days we traded naughty pics, flirted and tried to plan another meeting. This is where it began to falter, however. I learned she is not as kinky as she lead on in her ad. Also while her ad was for women interested in couples, she had a boyfriend that wanted to involve himself while insisting that Greyson not be around. Not at all what we were looking for. Slowly she and I talked less and now, not at all.
But I still feel good about the situation. It may not have panned out but I got out there. I did something I never thought I would do and I’m glad I did. Where this will lead me I am not sure. I am still open to the idea, yet I am not one to rush anything. The opportunity will again find me and I know when it will be right.
I got so carried away actually having a good weekend I forgot to wish you one! Meredith and I exchanged presents today. Her big one was the corset from a couple weeks ago but I also picked up a new dildo and a little paddle to have fun with. Her big gift for me is a nice suede flogger but she also got me a pair of pornaments for my kinky tree. I love them. Hope you’ve gotten your shopping done ( just finished mine today) and that you have a good weekend.
You will read this entry from Thursday’s Child. You will do so at work before your go to your massage appointment. You will keep the entry in mind while her hands move over you. I want her to smell your wetness. When you’re finished head straight home. Don’t even go back to your room. I want you pants off and masturbating for me as soon as the door closes. When you finish, take a photo of your abused cunt and send it to me.
Clear?
Something about reading smut gets me wet.
Taking the last 20 minutes of my work hours yesterday afternoon, I read the blog Sir sent me as an assignment. Turning over the words as I drove to my massage appointment. Thinking of how much I missed Sir. Missed him inside me, tugging at me, whispering to me. I could feel myself getting wet.
Laying face down, naked on the massage table, I let my therapist do her worst on me. Kneading deep into my shoulders and lower back. Thinking of Sir. Deeper she massaged still. The deeper the pain the more relaxed I became, the more my mind wandered … the more I needed to feel him. The more I needed to feel myself.
I was in no rush to get home, I knew this high would last. I knew the moment my hands found my wet clit I would be coming instantly. I wanted to make this long and slow. Really enjoy the moment. The anticipation followed by sweet release.
Shutting the front door, dropping my purse to the floor I began to rub myself through my pants. Kicking off shoes and unbuttoning my coat, dropping down my jeans. I backed myself into the corner between the door and the wall. Rubbing at my pussy, feeling the wet, the heat. Sliding down the wall. Pants and panties clinging to my ankles, one hand scratching at the wall.
I came. Quietly. Slightly panting I whispered “Thank you Sir.”
Sir Greyson
Mer Bound Tight