It’s another night of the game, that for some reason I seem to draw edging a lot, and tonight is another bout of it. These are all about almost performing the edging and I go into this all, well, cocky. Feeling like it’ll be nice and fun and easy and…
Could call this a study in contrasts I think… On so many levels.
Wednesdays are date night here at the Snake Den so I like to liven things up even when we are doing take out.
It’s been a really long day and as we’re just sitting chatting, you keep talking, but stand up and do this extremely slow, deliberate undressing. If you were only listening to what’s going on, you’d not even realize something had changed; you keep up the conversation, you keep asking questions, the whole bit.
But if I stop to watch, or make any indication that I “notice” (puhleaze, not something I will miss), you stop and just look at me until it’s back to normal. Then you move forward… button by agonizing button. Untucking, undressing, even throwing in some gyrating…
It’s been a time of ongoing games here in the snake den (pit? house? tunnel?) – of course Charmer is nothing if not an artist at slanting those rules … just… so. But it’s a fun and random and certainly has a way of changing things up.
When it hits the triple digits here in the desert, we tend to bring the fun indoors. There’s nothing like a good book to pass the time—or some lingerie to entice Snake….
Maybe a little wet, but thank goodness I was able to get her a towel in time!
You straighten my tie, patting down the lapels of my jacket… then stand back and grin. It gives me a chance to take you in – very simple, very sleek formal gown and high heels, a fantastic silver necklace that plunges down the open cleavage showing through the drape of your dress. As I stand there, taking you in, you’re doing the same to me, making sure everything is just so.
“…and you’re wearing those boxer briefs I put out for you too, right?” finally punches through my fog. “Yes. Although I don’t know what that has to do with anything.” You had been very specific about clothes, and very tight-lipped about where we’re going.
“You’ll see. You do need to read the rules first though.”
“Shhhhh… just read.” It looks like a formal invitation, envelope and all…
So, of course, you had to know, there is a game going on (always… 🙂 ). And, also of course, you know that means that the chances of not having tasks and such as I lose rounds is, well, NIL.
It’s that time of week again – boobday. Time to get out the … well, boobs.