all of a sudden, the wolf

I miss him. I've been thinking about him all day, parsing through kink content. We might end up doing D/s. We've certainly been talking about it. I've been flowing and flowing in this new idea. I've been flowing and flowing in the feeling of him around me, even if I'm unsure of what that feeling is. It's not actually that beautiful -- or is it? Putting it to words makes it want to sound beautiful, smooth, inherent, raspy. But all I've done and remembered is something I can't return.

What if I've forgotten how to write well?

Realization

I get totally hot for the following power dynamic:


Being in the middle. Someone sanctioning, giving permission etc. for me to do something to someone else, and then me actually doing it.

Examples/suggestions:

1. Me painting "BOTTOM" on that boy's chest, after his girlfriend (and our mutual friend) both encouraged and sanctioned that I do it. The consent was obtained by him, albeit reluctantly, removing his shirts and letting me do it without any restraint... oh and he said "Thank you" afterward, without any prompt other than me staring at him, not even sure what exactly was missing from the interaction until he said it. That was fucking awesome.
2. That post about Gregory, and how he was teaching me how to train my dog... and how I was smiling long after he left, and how much I was enjoying the dynamic. Yum!
3. The fact that, for the pegging date at DO Fusion (that I never made it to, unfortunately), I wanted to be "in the middle" - an apprentice of a more experienced ass-top, but still topping, fucking, pegging the guy at the end of my dick... XD

I better jet off so I can go talk to the wonderful Griffin.

*mew*

Sexonaire!

I’ll be on the air tomorrow night (Tuesday, April 12th) talking about porn as part of a roundtable discussion!!!

So much fun. :)

CJSW 90.9FM Urban Sex Show 11 pm mountain time. Podcast should be here after it’s aired.


Woooooooooooot! :)

Watch

You get tied up. Chained up, more specifically. They're a medium heaviness - nothing to weigh you down too much.

You'll be standing against the wall. Chains on ankles, wrists, and hips. This will ensure you can still move enough to demonstrate impatience, but not enough to arouse yourself or turn away from watching. You could always shut your eyes, of course, but the sounds will still be there. The bed is just under a meter away from where you're standing, so every shuffle of limbs, every sigh, even almost every whisper will be audible to you. You won't be able to shut your ears, or turn off your brain. I'll make sure to punctuate your consciousness with sharp cries of pain and pleasure, mix it up with husky moans and barely audible whispers of his name.

The name you once used to whisper and moan. Perhaps even shout, though I hear you're not the type. I have no clue and I don't give a fuck about your past sex life with him. What I care about is that there's skin against skin - and it's my skin and his, touching. It's electric and soft and magical and in a far away place somewhere that's familiar and new all at once, like soft snow. Like soft snow.

Electric and dark - that's you and me, you and us. There's a charge in the air from you being here, watching us. A twisted concept of me proposing we make you watch us fuck. Simple. Slutty. Sexy.

Femme... all three of us are the femme, really, each having hir own qualities of such things. Fatale: that's me; and you, and him. He... is on top of me, my legs up in the air preparing to rest on his shoulders, my ass and cunt exposed wide to your view. I look at you for a few moments. I stare, glare, intensify my gaze as we lock eyes. I feel the muscles around my eyes prepare to smirk, but the passion of the moment catches up to me and my head falls back as I moan at his hand on my throat. The head of his cock is teasingly pressing my cunt entrance, threatening to stay there and drive me crazy for a while. I finally rest my feet up on his shoulders as he plays with my clit and I squirm. There's a heat inside me and I start pulsing. I can feel you tortured over the tension of the moment. You hate seeing us like this, together, intimate, hot. But your jaw can't resist dropping in anticipation of the moment he enters me. I wish there was someone seducing you right now, too. Someone on hir knees lapping you up and sucking you off. Someone to get you to the edge and then deny you as I come hard. As I come before him, and at the same time as he comes and, after he's done, as he plays with my body and emotions.

As he...

we...

But I can't give too much away. That would be rude of me, really, to not start torturing you now with lack of detail. You just wouldn't get worked up quite the same: that's the value of a tease.

Queer PlayCon

Must go next year!

Triad

I miss being part of a triad, even if I didn't want to acknowledge back then that that's exactly what it was.

All it took is her romantic music CD and a queersecrets post on poly and triads.

<3 I wish I wish I wish.

I guess maybe figuring out my relationship w/ her first might be a good idea... or at least unshuffling some of the confusion.

three....

Response to Bisexuality Call-Out from TNG

This one's mine. :) You should submit something to them, too! :)