As you pull in from a long day out working and just flat-out getting stuff done, you slowly walk to the door and fumble around with the key. I open it from the inside for you and hold my hand out – helping you across the threshold. “Well, hello, stranger… ” you say as you step in.
Just inside the door I have a blanket, folded up and on top of a big picnic basket.
“What’s this,” you ask, “are we going somewhere?” Continue reading “Moonlight Picnic”
The rains around the desert have been intense this year, bringing much-needed relief from a pretty nasty drought. The result?
Huge growth spurts in all of the plant life.
I saw this amazing plant and thought I’d share. Continue reading “Nice… Plant!”
It’s important to be well-dressed when you head out to work, yes?
I mean, proper shirt, all of that. Continue reading “T is for Tails”
When summer really sets in around here, we tend to do one of two things. First, stay inside, in the A/C whenever possible. It’s just a sanity thing because it just gets ridiculous out there. Continue reading “Heat is On – Bring On The Outdoors”
This was to be a DD play night. But something is up. Something is whirling around in that head of hers that says it won’t “just” be a DD kind of night, but rather something else that is poking around.
“Remember when we were kids and made handprints in the sand,” she asks. “Yes, yes I do… but that’s sort of random, don’t you think?” Continue reading “It’s Just a Little Handprint”
I’m sitting here, working, doing the things that I think I need to get done.
I’m deep into this stupid spreadsheet. Reviewing, editing, cursing at it, just in general getting really annoyed and more and more dragged into this thing. In you walk. Continue reading “Just because… lacey.”
Charmer likes to push boundaries, heck, we both do. I think little nudges in new directions tend to add up to big nudges that introduce new ideas, new things to think about, new experiences.
We’ve added Boot Camp weekends to the mix of late – we do them when it strikes Charmer’s fancy, no real schedule- but it has lately been running Friday-Monday on choice weekends. Continue reading “100 Edges, 12ish hours.”
Chastity has been a really interesting physical and thought experiment run with me. We’re now into this full-time since 2015 – this grand process of FLR, D/s and the chastity cage. I never really anticipated what it would be like, the impact it might have and the cool learning it’s lead to. Continue reading “C is for Chastity Cages and D/s”
She always laughs at me and sometimes accommodates me. I’ve sat and watched exercises, stolen stares when something simply must be picked up, and even been known to walk a bit behind (pardon the pun) at times. Continue reading “B… is for bootay”
We’re at the end of our trip it’s been a great time, lots of time spent taking in the scenery from 40 stories up in the high-rise. And lots more time taking in the scenery right here in our room. Something about hotel rooms… Continue reading “C is for (I Called a) Car…”
Our dynamic has changed over the years with D/s leading the way. One of the times that really reinforces that dynamic are the massages we’ve written about previously – it’s a fantastic, intimate, fun, relaxing time that we use to reconnect many nights a week.
With no strings attached. Continue reading “M is for (Do You…) Massage?”
We’re laying there, just listening to the dark around us. I can hear the rain on the roof (a rarity and amazing) and the winds howling outside off and on. I also hear far-distant thunder. It’s that rolling kind that’s just fun to listen to, not violent, not jolting, just almost like a drummer with a massive kettle drum of some sort playing a random tune.
I hear you whisper to me… Continue reading “Whispers in the Dark”
You’re in the front room, singing. It’s that Foreigner song – I hear you, just perfectly on tune. “I’ve been waiting… for a boy like you…” you’re singing. I call across the house and correct you – “it’s ‘waiting for a girl like you…” I tell you. “You’re not REALLY correcting me, are you?” you say back. Continue reading “F… Fine, be late. Not.”
We’ve played a bit with e-stim before. I got frustrated at the lack of control a bit, and not being able to get to “too much!” in the use of it. I always tend to seek out that line – the too-much-line – so you know what the full range is that you have to explore.
SO, I went on a hunt. Find a different machine, different approach, and try, try again.
And I did. We did. And we found that line… Continue reading “E-Stim… Electricity, and Me.”
Imagine just sitting there, minding your own business.
It’s like this weird alarm clock goes off in her head. “Know what? I haven’t gotten inside Snake’s head in a little bit… it’s clearly time.” Continue reading “T is for (She Knows How to) Tease…”
Improvement is a tough one. It’s hard to talk about improving something with this thing we do, without making it all mechanical and such. At least, for me that’s the case.
At the same time, it can be really effective over time – you may look back in the future at how, why or when you did “this or that” and realize just how much things have changed. Here’s a quick look at how I try to keep this all swimming around my head. Continue reading “Improvement (not as in home-improvement)”
It’s a beautiful night outside and the lights are on, the music is playing… it’s great. The drinks have been cold, the time was just great together. Continue reading “S is for Sneaking Up Behind”
This is part 8 in an ongoing story, a segment by Charmer, a segment by Snake…
Part 1 (Hers), Part 2 (His), Part 3 (Hers), Part 4 (His), Part 5 (Hers), Part 6 (His), Part 7 (Hers)
He was in trouble, and he knew it. He hadn’t paid attention early on when she was talking about dinner places. Or, at least he assumed he hadn’t paid attention. He sure didn’t remember anything at all about it, that’s for sure. Gabe couldn’t for the life of him remember the conversation with any specifics. All he COULD remember were those legs, and the mental buttons she was busy pushing in his head.
He’d guessed at the Italian place since they so often loved going out for good Italian food.
He’d guessed wrong, clearly.
Even more to the point, he felt like a big buffoon for letting her down. He really wanted to have this whole weekend thing go really smoothly and was reveling in how she approached things, her attitude, her strength. He really didn’t want to blow it right out of the gate. Continue reading “I is for I Guessed Wrong (Part 8)”
The prompt is for 3 magic wishes for your sex life. It’s funny, I could come up with a few things, but then I did the whole “genie in the lamp” thing and got to thinking about the repercussions. But what the heck, here are my three wishes… Continue reading “T is for Three Magic Wishes”
Influence is a weird beast to consider. When you think about those that have an impact on your life, it’s all over the board. The good, the bad, the bad-at-the-time-but-good-looking-back-on-it ones. Continue reading “S is for Surprising Influence”
OK. I admit it. One of MY favorite times are our evenings together. We’ve developed a bit of a ritual? pattern? Whatever. Something we really love doing on several nights a week.
First, it’s the baths. As often as possible, I draw the bath, put in the fizzy doo-dad, get her settled. I bring in the kindle, water, phone and make sure other things happen that help wrap up the day around the house while she’s chilling in the tub. Continue reading “B… is for Bath”
This was a product to test out and review. We noticed this on another site and Charmer decided we needed to get one of our own, test it out, see what it’s all about. Continue reading “Review: The Handy”
I previously wrote about the Jett as a toy that is both powerful and different. (You can read the review here) – in short, it was really great and, aside from a “yeah, don’t do that” type of bruise, it truly was one of the first “for penises” toy I’d used that wasn’t just a modified vibrator.
But. Continue reading “Jett: Review Part Deux”
I walk in the back door and you’re standing there, wine glass in hand, smiling. After a quick kiss, it’s clear you’re anxious to tell me something – so we pause and I look at you expectantly. You grin, and hand me a piece of paper, about the size of a notecard.
On it, I see “Rules – follow the clues. The time it takes you to solve this, to find the end surprise, is the time you’ll have to wrangle an O for yourself. How cool is that?” Continue reading “C is for Clues”
She’s always loved the irrational modifiers that she dreams up to apply to games. Scrabble being a favorite; it’s this weird mix of “you have to make these odd words” or “this many words with more than “X” letters…” or “Whoops… sorrrrrrry THAT didn’t work out as planned. Continue reading “I is for It’s Not Fair”