It’s that kind of love.
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Pup and I are road tripping our way to warmer weather for the holidays. And possibly – POSSIBLY – seeing a certain old friend.
I’ve got a little bit of a queue up for the next little bit. So happy holidays to you and yours.
Pup and I finally have a big enough shower that we can actually shower together without ending up elbowing each other every other second. It’s the best.
There’s a side of me that really likes the whole Upper Floor genre of kink and sexuality. Dressing well, comporting yourself well. Essentially, making a vague idea of opulence and class to be a kink in itself.
But then part of me just wants to be used in a gas station bathroom.
This is at the top of the list of stuff we need to do when Sir comes and visits.
So, I realize even though I’ve told you some stuff about my adventures with Woody, I really haven’t told you all that much about him and what’s still going on there.
He’s back in my old city. We get along really, really well, even though sometimes his inner straight white boy shows. But, he’s really sweet and funny, and I would be lying if I said he didn’t eat pussy like a champ.
He and I text every so often and go on Skype, and recently we had a talk about sort of what we are and how to proceed with long distance secondaryship, what our needs are, etc. I don’t know. It’s good now and I guess it’ll be good until it isn’t?
Oddly, he’s kind of into a very basic sort of kink, and I’m most interested in him and attracted to him when our clothes on and we’re just talking. Which is not to say that we don’t do really well with our clothes off, as well. But, it’s this strange kind of dynamic where I can talk to him for three hours about mutual interests and it feels like we’ve only been talking for five minutes, and the actual sexual interaction isn’t nearly as stimulating as that sort of stuff is.
I love when he takes me by surprise and calls me “little one.”
Overwhelmed, Part Six
The Southern Gentleman hauled me up to my feet and over to the middle of the room. I stumbled along, having a little trouble finding my footing after having been stuck on my knees.
“Can I have the clamps off? Please?” I asked. The pain had started to mount, and I knew that it would hurt like crazy once they came off, but I wasn’t sure how long I could handle having them on.
SG held me still while Sir traced the pads of his fingers over my trapped nipples. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?” He teased. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, he removed the clamps one by one and set the chain aside. I cried out, squirming in SG’s arms, my eyes welling up.
As soon as the clamps were off, Sir tugged down the front of the lingerie I was wearing until it was stopped by the cuffs on my wrists. “Let’s get her out of this,” he said, While Sir undid the cuffs, SG held onto my hair and kissed me roughly. Once the cuffs were off, Sir began yanking it down as SG tipped me from one side to the other to allow the bundle of mesh to come off of my legs.
I was left only in my fishnets, wedged between the two of them as they manhandled my now naked body. Fingers probed into my mouth, forced me onto my toes as they hooked into my cunt. I wasn’t surprised to feel how easily they had slipped inside of me, I had assumed that I was already wet.
One of them shoved me over to the futon and I knelt down on it. Sir walked over and grabbed me by the hair, sliding his cock in my mouth. I sucked, watching out of the corner of my eye as SG approached the futon as well.
Some more James Deen and Sasha Grey action. Yes, James, please put something into her mouth!!!
Razordoll scene at www.worldofjamesdeen.com
He gets like this when I get back from the gym.