Details to come;-)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Ack! Totally forgot!
A really awesome blogger (and former boy) from New Zealand just profiled me on his blog. We had spoken casually beforehand, and I was very flattered when he asked if I would be interested. He asked some interesting questions that made me do some reflection on my experiences with leather, boyhood, love, friendship, and sex. You can find the profile, and his highly amusing blog here:
http://2centsworthdownunder.blogspot.com/
(scroll down for my blurb)
Thanks again DTNZ
http://2centsworthdownunder.blogspot.com/
(scroll down for my blurb)
Thanks again DTNZ
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Mpphhh!!! (Thats a lot of clothes pins Sir!)
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Valentines Day 4
We woke up the next morning and got out of bed, ready to head to brunch with a group of his friends. I have to say, I had mixed feelings. It felt really cool to be introduced to his friends. It made me feel relevant, important, and less fling-y. However, I am remarkably shy in around groups of people I don’t know. I probably didn’t say more than 10 words all morning. The food was delicious, and his friends were really funny and nice, especially one of them. I had a great time, but was a bit self-conscious about how shy I was, and hopes I hadn’t disappointed my Sir.
After brunch, Greg and I actually split up for a bit, because I was desperate to visit my bestest of best friends in the whole world. We had grown up together but didn’t really get close until after graduation. Then when I lived in NYC last summer we became inseparable, and I often wonder if I would have had the strength to push through the summer if it hadn’t been for her.
I only spent a few hours with her, as I told Greg I would be home for dinner. I think we got sushi again, though to be honest I don’t remember. Dinner was somewhat dwarfed by the post-dinner activities. *UPDATE, yes we got sushi. It was pretty good, but the restaurant itself was more of a statement than the food. Any meal with Greg is a memory though.
Earlier in the week I had suggested the two of us go to the New York Bondage club. We had tossed some possibilities around: he ties me up and shares my mouth with some random men of his choosing, I tie up a boy and work him over for Sir’s entertainment, I tie up a boy and watch Sir work him over, etc… We were both excited
I had gone to the club every week over the summer, but Greg had only gone once before (years ago). It was fun introducing him to the space, seeing his reactions, etc… He was clearly very into it, and really got off on the voyeurism and the twists and turns of the darkened space.
We didn’t do anything for a while. We watched, and I introduced him to everyone I knew (as well as caught up with them). But eventually Greg decided it was time for me to get naked. So I went in the back, took off my clothes, and returned to him completely naked. He took this chance to tie up my cock and balls, creating a leash to keep me tethered to him.
We kept watching, and surveyed the crowd. We decided there were only one boy he would be interested in Domming or watching me Dom, and only one or two men he would want to share my mouth with. We decided on the latter.
Greg shackled me to the wall down a dark alley-like part of the club. I was on my knees, with my arms chained above me. He started to fuck my mouth. It was incredibly hot. I was very turned on by the brutal face fucking, but especially knowing everyone was watching him use me like a bitch.
He used me hard for a good ten minutes or so, taking brief breaks to play with my nipples, slap my cock, etc… Eventually he turned around to see the forming crowd and noticed one of the men we had noticed earlier. He wasn’t particularly hot. He was decent looking, with a decent frame. Pretty basic manly guy, which made it a bit hotter. Greg noticed he was stroking his cock, and signaled him over.
As soon as the guy stepped over, Greg guided his FAT and hard cock into my hungry slut mouth. I started sucking his dick hard, using my best techniques, staring up at the Sir who was sharing me with anyone he wanted. It was extremely erotic. Greg just kept goading him on too, telling him to fuck my mouth harder, to really give it to me, etc... It was so fucking hot. The two then switched on and off fucking my face. Sometimes one would fuck while the other slapped me with their cocks. Once they both tried shoving their meat down my slut mouth. It was one of the hottest things I have done in a while. After probably twenty minutes of getting used and roughed up, our thick stranger was ready to cum. Greg had made sure to tell him not in the mouth, so the guy pulled out and came all over my chest (Greg made sure to tell him not to cum in my mouth. Good Sir’s take care of their boys, and he most certainly takes care of me). I repeat: IT WAS HOT!
After this Greg fucked my mouth a bit more, but then untied me. We kept perusing the club and seeing what there was to see. I can’t really explain it, but I felt very close to him in this instant. I realized just how comfortable with Greg I am, and how much fun we have together (not just sexually). Every minute I spend with him is a true pleasure… and I just find myself quite taken with him.
After the club we were going to either go out or go home, and I suggested the latter. Maybe I am just a domestic old lesbian, but I always prefer the idea of sitting at home with him, talking or watching a movie. I get to enjoy him so much more. Given how brief our visits seemed, going out just seems like a waste almost.
We went home, relaxed, and just enjoyed each other’s company before falling asleep.
The next morning he had to get up for work and I needed to catch a fairly early bus. We woke up, fooled around a bit, and went to a local diner. If the weekend had not been as amazing as it had been, this would have been one of the highlights. I LOVE cheap diners and this one pushed all my cheap diner buttons. I LOVED IT.
Afterwards we said our good byes. We didn’t talk about when I would be back next, which was kind of nice. I think it’s a sign that we aren’t getting too invested into something that just can’t work right now. Still, I really love spending time with Greg. I always catch myself smiling whenever I think about him. The other day I even googled him haha. I think about him, and I miss him. But that’s all for now. And you know what? That’s just fine by me.
After brunch, Greg and I actually split up for a bit, because I was desperate to visit my bestest of best friends in the whole world. We had grown up together but didn’t really get close until after graduation. Then when I lived in NYC last summer we became inseparable, and I often wonder if I would have had the strength to push through the summer if it hadn’t been for her.
I only spent a few hours with her, as I told Greg I would be home for dinner. I think we got sushi again, though to be honest I don’t remember. Dinner was somewhat dwarfed by the post-dinner activities. *UPDATE, yes we got sushi. It was pretty good, but the restaurant itself was more of a statement than the food. Any meal with Greg is a memory though.
Earlier in the week I had suggested the two of us go to the New York Bondage club. We had tossed some possibilities around: he ties me up and shares my mouth with some random men of his choosing, I tie up a boy and work him over for Sir’s entertainment, I tie up a boy and watch Sir work him over, etc… We were both excited
I had gone to the club every week over the summer, but Greg had only gone once before (years ago). It was fun introducing him to the space, seeing his reactions, etc… He was clearly very into it, and really got off on the voyeurism and the twists and turns of the darkened space.
We didn’t do anything for a while. We watched, and I introduced him to everyone I knew (as well as caught up with them). But eventually Greg decided it was time for me to get naked. So I went in the back, took off my clothes, and returned to him completely naked. He took this chance to tie up my cock and balls, creating a leash to keep me tethered to him.
We kept watching, and surveyed the crowd. We decided there were only one boy he would be interested in Domming or watching me Dom, and only one or two men he would want to share my mouth with. We decided on the latter.
Greg shackled me to the wall down a dark alley-like part of the club. I was on my knees, with my arms chained above me. He started to fuck my mouth. It was incredibly hot. I was very turned on by the brutal face fucking, but especially knowing everyone was watching him use me like a bitch.
He used me hard for a good ten minutes or so, taking brief breaks to play with my nipples, slap my cock, etc… Eventually he turned around to see the forming crowd and noticed one of the men we had noticed earlier. He wasn’t particularly hot. He was decent looking, with a decent frame. Pretty basic manly guy, which made it a bit hotter. Greg noticed he was stroking his cock, and signaled him over.
As soon as the guy stepped over, Greg guided his FAT and hard cock into my hungry slut mouth. I started sucking his dick hard, using my best techniques, staring up at the Sir who was sharing me with anyone he wanted. It was extremely erotic. Greg just kept goading him on too, telling him to fuck my mouth harder, to really give it to me, etc... It was so fucking hot. The two then switched on and off fucking my face. Sometimes one would fuck while the other slapped me with their cocks. Once they both tried shoving their meat down my slut mouth. It was one of the hottest things I have done in a while. After probably twenty minutes of getting used and roughed up, our thick stranger was ready to cum. Greg had made sure to tell him not in the mouth, so the guy pulled out and came all over my chest (Greg made sure to tell him not to cum in my mouth. Good Sir’s take care of their boys, and he most certainly takes care of me). I repeat: IT WAS HOT!
After this Greg fucked my mouth a bit more, but then untied me. We kept perusing the club and seeing what there was to see. I can’t really explain it, but I felt very close to him in this instant. I realized just how comfortable with Greg I am, and how much fun we have together (not just sexually). Every minute I spend with him is a true pleasure… and I just find myself quite taken with him.
After the club we were going to either go out or go home, and I suggested the latter. Maybe I am just a domestic old lesbian, but I always prefer the idea of sitting at home with him, talking or watching a movie. I get to enjoy him so much more. Given how brief our visits seemed, going out just seems like a waste almost.
We went home, relaxed, and just enjoyed each other’s company before falling asleep.
The next morning he had to get up for work and I needed to catch a fairly early bus. We woke up, fooled around a bit, and went to a local diner. If the weekend had not been as amazing as it had been, this would have been one of the highlights. I LOVE cheap diners and this one pushed all my cheap diner buttons. I LOVED IT.
Afterwards we said our good byes. We didn’t talk about when I would be back next, which was kind of nice. I think it’s a sign that we aren’t getting too invested into something that just can’t work right now. Still, I really love spending time with Greg. I always catch myself smiling whenever I think about him. The other day I even googled him haha. I think about him, and I miss him. But that’s all for now. And you know what? That’s just fine by me.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Valentines Day 3
After the play, Greg and I went shopping for dinner. We had already agreed to avoid the restaurant scene for the night and just have a romantic dinner at his place. So while we were out we picked up some raw oysters, shrimp, artichoke hearts, angel hair pasta, sauce (DELICIOUS), crackers, and four different types of cheeses (from this incredible fromagerie). We also grabbed two pieces of delicious chocolate pie from a milk bar near his apartment.
I remember thinking it may not be enough, and even voiced my concerns. BOY WAS I WRONG!
We got home and put the groceries away before hitting the sheets. Or more accurately, him hitting my bum hehe. Sex with Greg usually is not too kinky, but fiercely passionate and erotic. He did, however, make the mistake of deciding that we would not be cumming. Fair warning to Doms: be careful of how much you tease a boy;-). You’ll find out why later.
We then put on some sweat pants and comfy clothes, and started our three-hour meal. First Greg prepared the Oysters and we put on a movie (he insisted I see 6 Degrees of Separation). We ate the oysters raw with champagne, and they were rather enjoyable. The champagne complimented them perfectly, and as always, I was enjoying being introduced to something new by a Sir I was so fond of.
We relaxed and watched the movie a bit before I brought out the cheese and crackers. We had two sheep cheeses, one goat, and one cow. The only name I can remember is pecorino de foglio or something of that nature. This was also the best of the four. We switched to white wine to better compliment the cheese, and snacked on the second course for probably another twenty mins or so.
We decided to take a break from the cheese for the pasta. Greg cooked and seasoned the shrimp and mixed them in with the pasta sauce and artichoke hearts. We ate out of a huge bowl that we shared for another twenty mins. What was so amazing about the entire meal was the speed at which we ate. We ate slowly, savoring every mouthful and enjoying the contrast the wine created.
Eventually we brought the cheese back out and would switch back and forth between bites of cheese and pasta. We feasted this way for another thirty, slowing down because we were both getting stuffed.
This is when we brought out the pies. Both were incredible, and we enjoyed feeding each other bites. For the chocolate, we had some desert wine (which Greg knows I am quite partial too, in addition to how well it complimented the food).
The movie ended, and I was stuffed. I mean, really. We had been eating the most indulgent meal I had ever had for several hours. This is where Greg got payback for teasing me earlier. I was so stuffed that I literally had absolutely nothing to offer any sort of sexual exchange. I was in the food coma to end all food comas.
I told him straight up the only thing I was capable of was melting into his couch. And that, gentlemen, is exactly what I did. Greg was a little pouty, and I did feel bad about my inability to give him what he wanted. But it was his fault for feeding me! Haha
Sure enough I ended up falling asleep on his sofa while he smoked and listened to music. Unfortunately, this was just a nap. Because when he started playing some jarring show tunes I was woken up (rather rudely haha), and then was wide-awake. Sure enough, this is when Greg wanted to go to bed.
So we cuddled a bit before he drifted off. Once he started snoring, I got up, curled up on the couch, and watched some Naruto till I got tired. I crawled back into bed, kissed the man I have become so enamored with, whispered a quiet thank you for everything he had done for me, and shortly fell asleep.
It was a really amazing Valentines Day, but I think we both learned a valuable lesson about how much to feed me if we want to fool around later.
I remember thinking it may not be enough, and even voiced my concerns. BOY WAS I WRONG!
We got home and put the groceries away before hitting the sheets. Or more accurately, him hitting my bum hehe. Sex with Greg usually is not too kinky, but fiercely passionate and erotic. He did, however, make the mistake of deciding that we would not be cumming. Fair warning to Doms: be careful of how much you tease a boy;-). You’ll find out why later.
We then put on some sweat pants and comfy clothes, and started our three-hour meal. First Greg prepared the Oysters and we put on a movie (he insisted I see 6 Degrees of Separation). We ate the oysters raw with champagne, and they were rather enjoyable. The champagne complimented them perfectly, and as always, I was enjoying being introduced to something new by a Sir I was so fond of.
We relaxed and watched the movie a bit before I brought out the cheese and crackers. We had two sheep cheeses, one goat, and one cow. The only name I can remember is pecorino de foglio or something of that nature. This was also the best of the four. We switched to white wine to better compliment the cheese, and snacked on the second course for probably another twenty mins or so.
We decided to take a break from the cheese for the pasta. Greg cooked and seasoned the shrimp and mixed them in with the pasta sauce and artichoke hearts. We ate out of a huge bowl that we shared for another twenty mins. What was so amazing about the entire meal was the speed at which we ate. We ate slowly, savoring every mouthful and enjoying the contrast the wine created.
Eventually we brought the cheese back out and would switch back and forth between bites of cheese and pasta. We feasted this way for another thirty, slowing down because we were both getting stuffed.
This is when we brought out the pies. Both were incredible, and we enjoyed feeding each other bites. For the chocolate, we had some desert wine (which Greg knows I am quite partial too, in addition to how well it complimented the food).
The movie ended, and I was stuffed. I mean, really. We had been eating the most indulgent meal I had ever had for several hours. This is where Greg got payback for teasing me earlier. I was so stuffed that I literally had absolutely nothing to offer any sort of sexual exchange. I was in the food coma to end all food comas.
I told him straight up the only thing I was capable of was melting into his couch. And that, gentlemen, is exactly what I did. Greg was a little pouty, and I did feel bad about my inability to give him what he wanted. But it was his fault for feeding me! Haha
Sure enough I ended up falling asleep on his sofa while he smoked and listened to music. Unfortunately, this was just a nap. Because when he started playing some jarring show tunes I was woken up (rather rudely haha), and then was wide-awake. Sure enough, this is when Greg wanted to go to bed.
So we cuddled a bit before he drifted off. Once he started snoring, I got up, curled up on the couch, and watched some Naruto till I got tired. I crawled back into bed, kissed the man I have become so enamored with, whispered a quiet thank you for everything he had done for me, and shortly fell asleep.
It was a really amazing Valentines Day, but I think we both learned a valuable lesson about how much to feed me if we want to fool around later.
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