Feb 292012
fishnets and spanking and sleep

After the soapy mess incident, I invited J over on a week night to help me clean the leather and the toys, to have a drink, and to spend a little time with me. I didn’t really need help cleaning everything, but since I’ve been missing him, I took the opportunity and called him over. He brought wine (what else do you bring to an intimate fuck-toy cleaning party?), poured some, and brought it upstairs to my room. I flipped through my iPod, ruled out most of my playlists (not sure what music sets the proper mood for scrubbing butt … [read more]

Feb 282012
thirty going on thirteen

Apparently, I’m thirty going on thirteen. For the first time since I was about that age–thirteen or fourteen–I’m thinking about sex damn-near 24/7, imagining boys naked, fantasizing more than is probably healthy, and masturbating more frequently than I’d like to admit. I’m wet and in-the-mood constantly, to such a degree that it’s annoying and distracting, and apparently, it’s detrimental to my appearance. Along with my brain and sex organs, apparently, my face thinks it’s thirteen, too. I’m breaking out like I’m an angsty, boy-crazy teenager whose indulged in a bit too much chocolate after school. I’ve got spots… WTF is … [read more]

Feb 242012

In the earlier stages of our relationship, J often made suggestions about activities and techniques. That’s to be expected, as J is experienced and I am not. He knows a lot more than I do, and most of the time, I’m comfortable learning from him. His suggestions only started to bother me when it felt like he was pushing more than he was suggesting. We talked about it, and while he said he didn’t intend to be pushy, that’s how it felt. He respected my feelings and he’s made good on his promise not to push me anymore (or at … [read more]

Feb 232012

It was our first time playing house for the weekend, with me still “playing” Domme. Fake it ’til you make it, right? Or maybe just fake it. I left the front door unlocked and he had instructions to let himself in and come upstairs. I heard the front door open and close behind him, and after a few short moments, he was upstairs. Without any hesitation, he walked through the open bedroom door in his Friday business casual, car keys in one hand, messenger bag in the other. He closed the door behind him without looking at me or saying … [read more]

Feb 222012

J’s arms were spread wide and his were wrists bound to the corners of the bed. I laid down beside him, put my head on his chest, and toyed with his cock. As insignificant as this act seems, it’s one of my absolute favorite things to do. I love curling into him and cuddling with him while simultaneously abusing his cock. The contrasting sweetness and wickedness of that one little act is so beautiful to me. I don’t know how long I was out, but some time later, I woke up with my head on his chest, his now soft … [read more]