Oct 072013
new house rules

Because of the nature of our relationship — the distance and the eventual expiration date — I never gave J any rules to follow when he’s here. Setting up routines and structure for something infrequent, unpredictable, and temporary felt unnecessarily formal and melodramatic. But now that it looks like he might spend a bit more time here, I’m giving him more of a presence in my home and a new set of rules and routines to follow when he’s here. House Rules and Routines Arrival When you arrive at my place, immediately after greeting me, you will put all of your personal belongings away … [read more]

Aug 212012

His mouth was too much and not enough and I couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer. I wish I could say I was satisfied, but I wasn’t. I always seem to need more or less or different.

I put my boot up on his chest and pushed him away in earnest before lying back down on the bed to collect myself. I took a few deep breaths and tried to let go of my frustration. After a few moments, I propped myself back up on my elbows and looked down at J.… [read more]

Aug 132012

I didn’t have to lift my skirt much to give him access–it was short enough that he could see how wet I was. When he had shuffled forward far enough, I nodded, and he leaned toward my pussy. I stopped him just short and draped my knees over his shoulders. I pulled him in closer to me, digging the stiletto heels into his back. I used him to pull myself forward until my ass was on the edge of the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and squeezed his face between my thighs… [read more]

Aug 112012
dressing Domme, part 2

I wanted to try dressing “full Dominatrix”–outfitting myself in all the sexy leather I could find. While it isn’t something I’d want to do all the time, I was curious about what it might feel like to “role play” as a hypersexualized, stereotypical, hetero-male-porn-fantasy-style Dominatrix. In the months that followed, I quietly collected pieces here and there and picked up the last piece at the fetish shop earlier that afternoon.

When we got to my place, I was eager to get dressed (or, undressed and redressed, as it were). I left him downstairs and told him to entertain himself–it might take a while for me to get ready.… [read more]

Aug 092012

I sat down and kissed his cheek. I didn’t say anything or look at him right away, but instead, I got the bartender’s attention.

“Vodka tonic with lemon for me… ”

I turned my head deliberately and looked at the drink in J’s hand before turning back to the bartender.

“… and another scotch for him… neat… a double please.”… [read more]