Just a Tug, and a Wrap

It started innocently enough.  We were messing around, joking about this or that, had already had dinner.  It was one of those really casual, easy evenings where everyone’s guard is down, everyone’s just relaxed.

I go to sit down next to you on the couch and don’t think much of it.  After I sit though, I can feel your eyes burning into me.  I look up to see that, sure enough, you’re staring straight at me with this… look.  You know me and looks, so I’m trying to figure out what I’ve done that wasn’t quite right.

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Shall We Play A Game?

As you may (or may not) know, Charmer loves to integrate games into… activities.  She tends (tends?) to create rules around those games that just may favor her a bit.  Maybe.

If you haven’t seen it, you can check out multiple renditions of the @^#@#^@ scrabble-esque games she’s done in the past.  There’s something about making up words (sometimes with rules around the words) in the heat of the moment that just gets to me nearly every time.  Oh, and I *suck* at scrabble.  There’s that too.  So she gleefully rolls out the tiles and shakes the bag.  I know I’m in trouble.   (Here’s a link to different scrabble posts)

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On Display

Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited.  They were all women.  You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc.  You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun.  Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.

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The Silent Treatment

We’re going to try something different today..

I always wonder how you come up with these bizarre things.  From challenges to toys to just simply situational stuff.

You walk out of the room and I have the distinct impression that I’m NOT to follow.  You come back with the bench (fun!) and your assortment of implements (not necessarily as “fun”) and tell me to strip and uncage.

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The Front-to-Back Challenge

You keep writing about this pain/pleasure mix up in your head.  That the two play off each other so well and that it’s so much fun.  I mean, sure you don’t SAY it’s so much fun in the moment, but the fact is, it keeps coming up.

You’re sitting there, looking at me for a response.  I’m never quite sure if I should jump into things with both feet or hold off to see what you have in mind.  I mean, has anyone read the Scrabble chronicles?  Seriously.  I nod.

So, we get to test it.  Plain and simple.  Today, I give you permission to have an orgasm.

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The Scrabblympics Results

I want to say up front, I LOVE these games.  It pushes boundaries and limits, many times just physical “that much?!” type things and makes it a fun and, yes, exhausting weekend.  It also pushes me as there’s nothing quite like plopping on the couch and asking if she’d like me to do one of my edging challenges now.  Just… strange and weird and fun.. especially when she spins around to face me and has this grin on her face… [SSC:  No clue what he’s talking about…]

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Red Buns, Staying Put

There are many aspects of This Thing We Do (TTWD) that *seem* really mental or *seem* really physical.  But so many times, it ends up being both.

For me, that’s the case with impact play.  Honestly, I went into it thinking it was a mental “game” – just dealing with it and that I could get past it.  But the physical side of things surprises me every. single. time.

I’m “in training” I suppose – I’ve had times where we warm up and I feel pretty good about my control and response and even love it.  But then the times that come with no warm-up… not my favorite thing.  I’m still working on those times.

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Making Dinner

When I walk in you ask me to tell you about my day – we start some typical banter, I realize that everything I say is met with “mmmhmmm” and “oh, I see…” in an exaggerated way.   You could not care less what I’m talking about and you are somewhere else as we get things around to start making dinner.

I try to find out what’s up, but you’re having none of it, egging me in to tell you more about my day.  But you stay disjointed, truly uninterested in this comic way.  I finally start to give up and start to move away and you stop.

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Rope and Fixtures

We are both excited to try out some new items that have arrived.  We set aside the time to just relax, goof around and then get down to the business of new toys and options. As we’re sitting there talking and just trying to turn off the day, you tell me that you need me to go get “the box” and “the furniture.”

Seems a little strange, perhaps.  But I expected the box, that’s where our new rope is.  But the furniture is a different story and intent.  When I come back with the different things after a couple of trips, you just point to the middle of the room where you’ve moved the table and have a blanket out.

I lay out our brand new rope and you tell me I just need to check out and come back in a bit.  I look at you oddly but you just grin and let me know that you’d prefer I not say a word, instead just let you do whatever comes to mind in whatever way it comes to mind.  Sure, safewords are in place, but anything short of that, just let it happen.

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