NATO

As his nickname may suggest, NATO is active military; a cerebral, composed, respectful, and quietly powerful man who I started playing with a number of years ago when he was posted nearby.  We have remained in touch through his travels (both through conversation and a generous amount of spicy photos/videos), and he always makes time to see me when he’s nearby.  He has the body of a mythical God- toned, tanned, strong, and deliberate.  Every single photo he sends me earns an immediate moan and an appreciative smirk- I love that I get to have sex with that.  His mind is multifaceted, filled with conscience, empathy, ruthless intelligence, and introspection.  I respect the hell out of him, even while I am ogling his body. 

Our play has evolved and deepened throughout the years, and has always been rooted in D/s.  His quiet authority is like a drug to me; I have a pathological desire to please this man, and to be the outlet for his deepest, darkest desires.  It’s a rush to see someone so composed act on their impulses with impunity- it’s even more fun to be the one they use to do it.

Another thing you should know about NATO is that he likes to capture moments of our play through photos and videos, and has taken some of the most flattering, raw, and honest photos of me.  Seeing myself through his lens- seeing myself as he sees me- was jarring at first (is that really what my face looks like?! Could he have found a more unflattering angle for my stomach? Christ, that is a LOT of sound).  He loves to make a mess of me, writing obscenities all over my body and fucking my face with no regard for propriety.  Years later, though, I find myself perpetually eager to get a look at the scenes he has recorded.  He has a way of capturing and describing beauty in depravity; the light highlights the trail of spit connecting his cock to my mouth, drawing your eye to my wasted face, surrendered posture, and eyes looking at him with a mixture of awe and desire as I wait for him to force his cock back down my waiting throat.  A moment in time seen from an entirely different perspective- my soft, imperfect, vulnerable form a stark contrast to his chiselled and commanding strength.  I have a very good relationship with myself and my body, and I owe some of that to him and the way he has shown me myself.

We don’t see each other often anymore, but when we do we pick up right where we left off- and we make it count.  He challenges me in innumerable ways, quietly demanding my best while he gives me the privilege of seeing him lean into his desire.  He leaves with a cache of photos and videos, and sends them to me one at a time as a reminder and an invitation for what’s to come.