Sir is a layered man, with a huge cock. As you all well know, I don’t give undeserved compliments- especially to men- so trust me when I say…huge. He has taught me a whole awful lot about intimacy, partnership, vulnerability. He is easy to be around, disarmingly familiar, and makes me want to open myselfContinue reading “Sir”
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A Primal Interlude (to an otherwise civilized conversation)
When The Professor and I go without seeing each other for a couple of weeks, the tension between wanting to get naked and wanting to catch up in conversation is palpable. We text, but it isn’t the same for two avid conversationalists. Getting naked always wins out, because, well, duh- but the profound friendship isContinue reading “A Primal Interlude (to an otherwise civilized conversation)”
Tormentor and Protector
One of the things that I appreciate most about Mr. Envelope is the level of care that he puts into hurting me. As he wrapped lengths of rope around my legs, binding me to a spreader bar to keep them open, his touch was sensual, deliberate. I lay on the bed with wrists cuffed toContinue reading “Tormentor and Protector”
Perfectly Painted
In an effort to get my head on straight before going back to work after the holidays, I invited Mr. Intensity over for a play. His plan was to use me as he saw fit, and leave it at that- a plan that he executed flawlessly. He arrived, and we caught up for a bit-Continue reading “Perfectly Painted”
New Protocol
The thrill of a new partner is always such a high- the way his energy consumes a room, his smell enveloping you before his hands even touch you. The feel of new hands dancing along your skin, that first tentative crush of lips together. Last night, I played with a new partner- and it didContinue reading “New Protocol”
The Long Game
We’re having dinner at my sister’s place. Everyone is standing around the kitchen chatting away, kids and dogs are running around. Comfortable chaos. He sees my wine glass is empty, offers to refill it. I follow him to the counter, a bit away from everyone. When he hands me my glass, I give him aContinue reading “The Long Game”
Edging Through the Five Stages of Grief
He came in the door, bending to greet the dogs before standing to his full height to meet my eyes. He took his time looking me up and down, appreciating my tanned legs and short sundress. He closed the gap between us in three steps, leaning into me so I could feel his breath whenContinue reading “Edging Through the Five Stages of Grief”
Hard Reset: Part 3
Read part 1 and part 2. I tilt my head back up at him, needing another kiss to settle. He licks my lips gently, touching his tongue to mine as our lips meet. “You need to cum once more baby, then you’re done, okay?” he says gently. I nod, not trusting my voice to answer.Continue reading “Hard Reset: Part 3”
Hard Reset: Part 2
Read part 1 here. My orgasm rips through me, releasing all of the tension and need that he built up in me as my pussy gushes around his fingers. My body convulses under his touch, as he slows the pace to a slow rub, demanding every single shiver he can from my body. He finallyContinue reading “Hard Reset: Part 2”
Hard Reset: Part 1
It’s been an excruciatingly long week. Every single work battle was uphill, and I hadn’t had a win all week. I could feel frustration and tension in my belly, a constant course through my bloodstream. The barking of the dog is grating, the thought of cooking dinner completely overwhelming. I have been for a run,Continue reading “Hard Reset: Part 1”
Down the Rabbit Hole 