Copycatting my favorite bunny.
bed
I like it when it’s casual.
When the ropes don’t match.
Or half of it is found objects: scarves, belts, whatever’s within reach.
There’s something really intimate about that, about how we can make do and still happen it happen.
Photo by Alli Jiang, 2011
The other day, I was feeling naughty and I called him. He said that he was walking home and I told him that all he had to do was listen.
I talked dirty, rubbed my cunt and told him how badly I wanted him. I miss the way he fucks me, I miss how full I feel and how spent I am afterwards. He talked me on, telling me the things he knows make me squirm.
When I was close, I begged him to let me cum. He chuckled in the way that made me realize I wouldn’t, but he drew it out, making me tease myself while he read a list he had found on tumblr of reasons why orgasm denial is a good thing for girls. Girls, he added, just like me.
Still, I begged.
“Even after I read you that list?” he teased, “after I told you all those reasons?”
I huffed, “it was the same six reasons over and over in different phrasing.”
“They’re six good reasons,” he replied.
So, I’ve been on denial ever since, no cumming at all. Hmph.
Tonight, he went off to a munch and I was off on a bar crawl with my cohort.
Now is right about when I wish we could come home and fall asleep together. It’s weird, having basically lived with him for a while and now living quite far apart but still being together.
Sigh.
I’d pay any price to just have him come through the door right now and tuck me in.
I just dropped him off for his obscenely early flight and I’m curled up in bed now, with the jacket he accidentally left here, and I can’t sleep.
Bear with me these next few days, okay? I’m going to be a little achey.
Especially since my drafts folder is full of stuff like this. Which even almost looks like us.
Sorry I’m a cheeseball.
As promised, a naughty update.
Things you can’t see: The knot in the crotchrope over my clit and the vibrator tucked into the rope underneath me.
Things you can see: My new beddddd (so comfy).
Craftsmate says he’s going to buy me a stuffie and make me sleep with it.
Well, actually, he threatened to cover my bed at my new place in stuffies.
I told him he could only get me one, so he had to make it special.
I like the idea that he could finish up, zip up his pants, straighten out his suit and then just leave her there at the hotel, tied to the bed, while he heads back to work.