June 2012
7 posts
sleepy kitty
Stretches and yawns and heavy lids. Nestling back into the remembered warmth of sheets and blankets and early morning sun. The comfort of the collar clipped to leash, and the leash tied to headboard. Thighs wet and sticky, pussy untouched.
At work. Counting the minutes. Listening to THE TAILOR. Picturing your face as you sit back in our only armchair, watching me. Your hands as you loosen your tie and press your lips together. The look in your eye as you beckon me closer. Anticipating warm dampness spreading as you inch fabric higher. Your breath raising goosebumps on the backs of my thighs. Craving the sound of that first smack....
His most recent claim to fame was that the most attractive reporter on the local Spanish-language news channel had propositioned him in the bathroom of a club on the weekend. Mine was that I’d sucked two guys off on a first date the previous week. The same first date. Whenever we were out in public together the game was simple, and it was always the same. Get someone to show interest....
(an old contract)
Rules and Expectations:
•J has no sexual privacy.
•J’s orgasms belong to Miss B, and will be permitted or withheld at her discretion.
•J must earn back the privilege of decision making. This includes, but is not limited to, the ability to choose partners, activities, orgasms, and masturbatory routines.
•Miss B’s life is completely private, and its details will only be shared at...
We used to say, “Our time will come.” Our hearts raced and our palms sweat and shy grins broke across our earnest faces. We whispered hopes and plans to one another. There was always something a little brighter waiting just out of our reach. We were patient, and understanding. There were other hearts involved. With every deferral, every setback, we would smile and reassure each other....
dirty
Sometimes I want to be filthy. Literally filthy. Sometimes I want a big bathtub where I can make all the mess I want, without worrying about the necessity of cleaning up afterwards. Remember the time we spent the afternoon cracking open pomegranates, emptying their seeds into a big glass bowl, juice staining our fingers? Remember how we carried them back to your bedroom to eat, and how we agreed...
struggles with body anxiety
You have the body you have, but there are things you could do with or to it, and there are so many ways to feel about it. Other people may have feelings about your body too, and they may want to do things or have you do things.
There is always a fine line to tread between preferences and demands, between opinions and entitlement.
It’s taken me a long time to decide to love my body. And...