It’s that look in your eyes that does it. It gives you away every time. I’ve explained it before, but we can be out and about, at a restaurant, at a bar, just walking around, exploring. It doesn’t really matter what’s going on – but I can look over and see that look – it’s all about being in that playful mood.
Depending on the situation, that can be a kid around thing, or it can be a “batten down the hatches” thing where I know things could get really edgy in a very short amount of time.
Continue reading “Crossing the Line”
Perhaps not an explicit “fantasy” type of post, but the whole control thing has been one of the more intriguing (and hard to figure out at times) aspects of having a D/SFLR relationship. It’s oddly a button for me, and it’s a button for Charmer – at opposing ends of the spectrum of course, so it’s been important to figure out.
Continue reading “Control Takes Many Forms”
It’s easily one of the most animal, most basic things to experience. Waking up that scent. The scent of all of us, wrapped together, almost devouring each other, for a good, long, fun time.
Continue reading “Waking up to that scent”
It’s late and we’re wandering around, just taking in the incredible weather, chatting, playfully grabbing at each other as we go. It’s so dark it’s spooky, but I guess that’s a good thing; it’s Halloween! The different yard decorations, or at least those that are still lit at this early morning hour, are such fun to look at and as we’re wandering you keep teasing and I keep grabbing and in no time we’re both a hot mess of wanting to call it quits, but wanting it to go on for a bit as well… the tease is delicious.
Continue reading “No Flashlights!”
“So, here’s the deal…” she says with that grin. “With it being Halloween, we’re going to play a game with a mask so you can earn some additional play time…”
My head: “whut?”
I should know better. It’s just not ever simple. She starts telling me what we’re doing – but I lose track because she’s coming at me with that full bondage hood mask we picked up a while ago. It’s one of those stretchy, blindfold embedded, ear-muffling, fully head-covering masks. I’m lost in the whole WTF of the situation. Finally, I think to ask –
Continue reading “Blind Sensations”
We’re a little anti-stereo-typical. How’s that for an odd statement? I’m more a “WIDE AWAKE” and she’s more of a “sound asleep” kind of person. I always thought that was a little funny.
Continue reading “The color purple…”
It’s a weird place to be, in that aftermath zone. It’s weird, but it’s magic too. When you’re spent, you’re allowing your mind to just be blank. If you let your mind wander and think whatever it’ll think, it wanders to your body. Your experiences. Those sensations just experienced.
Continue reading “…and Pause.”
The prompt today is essentially “heal.” We’re on a mini-vacation to the coast for a couple of days on the front end of a family trip – and as I was sitting here, peering out the windows at the grand sight below, I could just feel the harsher stuff of life peeling off.
Continue reading “Healing Waters”
It’s really interesting to see how D/sFLR stuff takes hold with different partnerships. If you read up about FLR at a fantasy level, it’s all about controlling the /s/ partner, and the /s/ partner being “forced” to do x, y or z if things go wrong. Continue reading “When the FLR takes root…”
“Hey! Guess what!? It’s your day! I know it’s been a long time…”
I stop in my tracks and look at you. It’s the weirdest thing because you’ve not suggested anything all day, I had no idea, not an inkling. I look at you and raise my eyebrow in a kind of “what’s the catch” kind of way.
Continue reading “Someday you’ll win!”
This was surprisingly easy as a Wicked Wednesday prompt. Not altogether all about kink, but…
Continue reading “Sappy”
I often have regrets after play time. But not maybe what you’d think. I often want more. I wanted to give more. I have a lot of “that wasn’t so bad, now was it? Why’d you struggle with it so?”
You know this. You know it takes challenging not limits that are set between us, but limits in my head. You’ve done it many times. You’ve shown that there’s nothing to fear… well, ok. Fear is good at times, it’s all a part of it. But nothing to mortally worry about anyway.
Continue reading “When Stuff Gets Real, It Takes a Team”
I’ve always wondered if being, well, turned on, was a common experience between us. It’s such a weird experience, walking down that road of going from zero to 60 on the “interest” and “oh my” scale. I’ve wondered a lot if it’s the same for you as it is for me.
Continue reading “A “Uniform” Experience?”
As I’m sitting here, mindlessly reading, I get that tingly sensation. I’ve been so lost in my e-book, in staring out the window thinking about all of the things to come later today when I get in. But that feeling – the one I assume everyone gets when they are being watched.
Continue reading “Makes the Trip Go Faster…”
Today’s picture is two-fold. First, it’s a task because of our ongoing @%@#%@# game. (Yes, this particular day featured a trivia question… we all know how those go).
Continue reading “Recreating a Picture Shared”
Have you ever wondered if you could maintain something for 15 minutes if the stakes were high enough, that you weren’t used to lasting that long unrelentingly? How’s that for a question?
Well, I’ve thought about it. I mean, not unprompted, of course. The prompting comes from you…
You sit down, cozying up next to me with this grin on your face. “We’re going to give you a test today!” is how you open the challenge. “Do you have a favorite metronome speed?”
Continue reading “15 minutes.”
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…
Continue reading “Release Now”
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…
Continue reading “But that would be too easy…”
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…
Continue reading “Wicked Wednesday: The Foreplay Masquerade Ball”
I look at the calendar. The lack of W’s seems to indicate yet another game loss for you. And we don’t have anything planned for the day so it seems like a perfect opportunity to give you a chance. I like you being the underdog but it might be fun to let you think I’ll make it easier this time.
Continue reading “Wicked Wednesday — Underdog”
The storm blowing through is one of those that the rain isn’t constant, the wind is gusty but not obnoxious and the smells of the storm are almost as “loud” as the thunder and rumbling from the storm itself. It’s a wonderful summery storm and it’s otherwise pitch black outside. Every now and then the lightning explodes across the sky, lighting everything up.
From my office, I have my french doors mostly closed to the rest of the house, but we have opened windows and doors everywhere we can to let the storm have its way with the house. My doors have these light, wispy curtains on them, you can see through them in just the right light.
I’m working, but we have lights out so we can enjoy the storm. I kick back and look up just as a flash blows through the house and I see you out the other room, sideways, but slouched a bit in that leather chair. Something about that posture…
Continue reading “Wicked Wednesday: Curtains”
“Dom-space” has always been a fascinating thing to me. Everyone always focuses on sub-space, that floaty, other-worldly feeling that you can get to if the stars align, if you jump around just so on your left foot and if you chase it down and allow it in.
When you settle in for impact play, it’s extremely challenging to be able to give responses, give control, let the impacts roar through you. Each time there is a smack or the ends of the flogger make contact, or the crop bites into you, there is an instant connection between you and the Dominant partner.
Continue reading “Wicked Wednesday – Conviction”