This is at the top of the list of stuff we need to do when Sir comes and visits.
kiss
Applications for shower buddy now open.
Sometimes, your tenderness reminds me just as much as your violence of how deeply I’m yours.
Sometimes I miss the days when you’d come over and we’d keep our clothes on. When you’d rub me through my shorts until I leaked right through them because within a few minutes we were helplessly skirting the boundaries we’d set.
Those were the days when you brought over a six pack to keep at my place because I didn’t have beer to offer you, when you left your hat behind so I hid it and wouldn’t give it back. It was a time when we were doing little things like that in an attempt to articulate power with each other, in an attempt to understand how intimate we were allowed to be.
We weren’t even sure who was making the rules at that point. But, usually, we broke them.
Lately, he and I have gotten better at meeting each other in the middle.
The last time we had sex before I left, I did some of the things he liked. I talked in the third person, calling myself “this slut” and “your girl.” I let him go harder than usual, not just respecting the different things he liked, but embracing them. He fucked me until I was totally sore. I’ve never seen him cum that hard, ever.
As a result, he’s been opening up to some of the gentler things I like. He let me sit on his lap while he brushed my hair. He’s been letting me get kind of Little when we talk and I sense him even enjoying it.
I can feel us sort of settling into this thing with each other where it’s becoming less of this is for you and this is for me and more of us finding this place where it’s just us doing us.
Got a lot of this on the brain lately.
The Feminist Porn Conference was an awesome part of my visit with Daddy. It was super educational and empowering, and it was especially fun to be able to attend it with someone who is genuinely interested in and sensitive to the subject. And it was so cool to see what was going on around the world, in academia, and to feel like I was watching people at this really crucial point in feminist pornography really making a huge difference and really altering the landscape of pornography itself.
Not to mention one of my earliest exchanges with Daddy involved passing notes during class and we ended up doing just that about one of the cute presenters. So, everything comes back around again.
When I had to catch my trip back, Daddy called me a cab from the conference. We took a picture together as we waited outside, smiling. When the cab pulled up, we kissed goodbye. Before getting in, I worked up the nerve to kiss her again.
I smiled the whole way back across the border.
But what was I saying? The Conference was awesome.
Really.
The Conference.
Quotes from Courtney Trouble’s Keynote at the Feminist Porn Conference.
A powerful speech all LGBTQ people and allies should see.
I was blow away! (then I created this)
http://chicagospectrum.com/2014/04/14/courtney-troubles-keynote-feminist-porn-conference/
I AM OFFICIALLY A MEME!
At one point, while we were in his car, he was on top of me and teasing his cock over my slit. I really wanted him and my resolve on being a good accountable partner was threatening to wane if we kept at it.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “but we can’t.”
“I know. I didn’t ask if I could. I asked if you wanted me to.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.
I nodded, resting my hands up on his shoulders. “Yeah, I really want you to fuck me.”
“I want you to touch yourself later and think about this. I want you to think about me fucking you and I want you to tell me that you did,” he said. “I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I fuck that little pussy of yours.”
So, um, I might have texted him last night about carrying that out. Maybe.
For some reason, Sir and I had the best sex we’ve had in a while this afternoon. I don’t know, just all the chemistry and the butterflies and the sunlight and everything was all perfect.
Oh, and Happy Memorial Day.