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]

May 272012
fetish shop fuck shoes

Apparently, it’s much easier to get fuck shoes at a fetish shop than from a department store. Asking for “fuck shoes” at a department store isn’t a good idea.