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Collared

My dear Lily and I, finally had a chance to sneak some time together, back in April. This post has taken me awhile- mostly because I wasn’t ready to write it, without some time passing, to think and process and understand and savor- mostly, to process and savor.

I had written a full year before, in a post containing some daydreams, about a fantasy that had flashed by, about placing a collar around my darling girls neck:

Daydreams-

Well, prior to going to find her *this* April, I did something: I ordered a custom made collar, with the lining in my color, and her sweet lil name embossed in it; and, one evening- although we didn’t duplicate precisely the daydream- there were candles; and incense,  and dress and corsets, grooming and loving, and obedience, and my sweet lovely submissive darling princess babygirl Lily.

The sweet rush of loving protectiveness, that washed over me, the huge impact of her smile as she said, “Yes, I’ll wear your collar”… the click of the lock as I snapped it into the latch, her deep, black, shining eyes as I did so; God, the feelings, so deep and intimately connected, the deep-seated trust she gave to me, freely, offering herself to me as her Dom, her Daddy, her “Sai”- lord… mmphf.

Wearing a corset that we’d chosen together, laced and buckled and tied into it; wearing my collar, deeply deeply loved and cherished; sliding the rose that I’d brought for her, into the valley between her breasts and the *smile* on her face, so proud of herself for offering me this gift, and so pleased that *I* was so pleased and needing her so deeply; the feelings were amazingly intense, and more than I’d imagined they could be.

Loving her, sliding into her, her mouth and hands, wet pussy and tight ass, claiming her as my own sweet darling, mmphf. The wonderful, thrilling amount of puddling her pussy does, when she’s turned on; the first slip of my cock into her ass, tight and hot, as she squrimed against me, accepting me there, too; the joy of being with her, of knowing that she’s given herself to me; the fear that I always have, that I’ll let her down, somehow, that serves to keep me aware; the love, over it all, of her, of her presence in my life and heart and soul-

My darling lil One, I love you so much and cherish and treasure you, I wish so strongly that I could pamper and spoil my princess properly-

D-

Mine

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Pampering

Tonight, and lately, I’ve had deep deep longings to be able to pamper my babygirl; and this flashed into my head, after a txt conversation we had, and I wanted to write it out.

We had just finished painting your toes, all pretty in my blue, for me. When they were dry enough, I stood you up- and said, “Strip off your clothes, every stitch.”

Your eyes went a lil dark, and I could see speculation gleaming, but you visibly shivered- and slowly, eyes meeting mine, started to disrobe. When you were naked before me, I took your hand and led you to the bed, and gently guided you, laying you down on your stomach, carefully lifting your legs and putting a pillow under your ankles, to keep from smearing the polish; then, I turned the lights down, and went to the sink, and ran hot water over a bottle of eucalyptus oil, warming it.

Returning to you, you turned your head to see what I had, started to speak, but I put my finger across your lips, saying, “Hush now. This is something I’ve wanted to do forever, and your only job is to relax, and breath, and feel my touch.”

I lifted your hair, shorter now, cute as can be, and put a little of the warm oil in my hands, and began to rub you; not a deep tissue owie pressure, but firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough to soothe, with the soft smell of the oil beginning to permeate our space. Slowly, carefully, smoothing oil into the back of your neck.. down your shoulders, across your back; then down the back of your left arm, adding oil to the dry spots, carefully smoothing it in, seeing your skin start to reflect the dim lights, watching your breathing.

Over to your right arm, down to the hand; then back to the long sleek muscles in your back, along the spine, hands gliding softly, warm, feeling your smooth skin warm and tender under my touch.

Down to your ass, carefully and gently spreading the cheeks a bit, working my oily fingers into your cleft, making sure to coat every inch of skin lightly, pressing just a bit into your asshole, then lower, along your taint; under the asscheek on your right leg, and back of thigh- carefully along the knee, down your calf to your heel.

Shifting, lifting your leg a bit, oiling your foot, the heel and arch I love so much, the ball that has to stand too much, under and along each of your precious little toes, careful to not let the oil spoil the polish; then to your left side, along and down, smoothing and soothing with my hands, the gentle aroma filling the room, your breath deeping, slowing, smiling as I saw your body relaxing into the bed.

Turning, carefully guiding you onto your back, moving the pillow so it supports your knees; and back to your head, just a teeny bit of oil left on my hands, to gently caress your forehead, temples, cheeks, ensuring it’s not goopy, but soft and pleasing; your ears, your jawline, under your chin, across your neck, every bit of skin important and loved.

Down your left arm, longer strokes changing to short rubs at your wrist, working each finger from base to tip, top and bottom, sides; palms, heel of your hand, and back to your right side, balancing the energy of my love, of your heart and body, cherishing your sweet presense.

To your chest, across the ribs, each underarm, leaving no point unloved; breasts, cupping carefully, lifting them, smoothing warm oil into them, nipples gently, softly; then along your diaphragm, across your tummy, remembering to press firmly enough not to tickle, softly enough not to hurt, little touch at your pretty tummybutton, seeing you almost have to giggle, thinking “oops”.

Down your belly, onto your hips, a little extra oil at your mound, so the rubbing doesn’t irritate the hair, but works through it to the skin. Line of groin, then up each side of your vulva, gently spreading the lips, caressing with just a bit of the oil, caressing it into your lips. Touch more oil, and across your opening, pressing it together again, and down to meet where I’d left off at your ass.

Shifting lower, down your left thigh, careful at the knee, and along the sides of your leg, to your ankle, and top of your foot- again each toe, one by one, slowly and gently.

Right thigh, spreading the oil, and down your shin, working it into your ankle, foot, and toes.

Setting the oil aside, I then knelt on the bed, by your side; and I put my left hand over your heart Chakra, and my right on your root, and whispered to you: “Darling girl, I love you. Feel the energy flowing, feel the balance, feel me guiding them and being the transit, sending you my power, my energy, taking all the tightness and coldness from you…”

I held there, a while, then shifted my right hand to your second Chakra, and repeated, “Take my love and energy, and give me the bad twisted portions, let me have the fears and doubts, for right now, they belong to me and have no place in you…”

Another move, my left hand still on your heart, closest to mine, right to your solar plexus, and as once before, I felt the shudder as your Chakras adjusted, almost a writhing feeling, and smiled, when I saw a tear leak from your closed eyes- because I knew you could feel it, and knew you were releasing…

Again, a change, sliding around to keep my left hand at your heart, my right to your throat, and I whispered, “Communication isn’t alway verbal, as you know, feel what I’m telling you, feel and send to me what needs to be said, let it move through us in love and respect and caring…”

And again, hand to your third eye, hand on your heart, “See the mysteries, see the universe and cosmos watching us, see how they led us together, see with me…”

And last, to your crown, that purple point, encompassing so much of us, and holding you there, leaned over, and whispered with my mouth just an inch from your lips, “Darling, let the thoughts relax, balance the thinks with the root, share the joy of all your being with the rest of yourself, and with me, and those you love.”

A kiss, softly on your lips, as I moved and leaned back, so I could toss all the bads away, so I wouldn’t give them back to you, when I joined again with you, as you pulled me close and opened yourself to me, one breath, one body, one spirit, once again.

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Followup- binding

The first time we tried wearing the birthday prezzie thong, i commented that it pulled some, like a rubber band on the hairs; since then, i’ve trimmed and shaved smooth, and Monday, we had the same thought: explore the differences without hair, so on Thursday, i got to put my birthday prezzie on again, yayyy!

So, initially there was a HUGE difference; there was a lot less pulling and tugging, and it slipped over my balls and cock much more cleanly, with no pinches of hair, which was awesome. There was even more intensity to the subby feelings, too- little and subby and a major rush of needing that dominance and wanting, with an almost desparate feel, to please and make her proud of me; most definitely an increase in that headspace, whether soley the thong or  not, i don’t know- i imagine it’s a mixture of that, plus her own big-ness, and my lil-ness, that drives it. Either way though, i revel in it and crave it, and need it.

So, i was wearing that as of 9:00, and as i put it on (there at WORK, which also added a thrill of it’s own, there’s something so baaad about our play, when i’m there)- and i sent her a photo of it:

Shaved & Thong

We exchanged some more texts, as i sat and worked, and could feel myself leaking and squirming, as she told me and i let her know, of our reactions to this; then, she had another idea- could i wear the leather separator and the thong? Well i had no idea- but i asked her if i should try, and she said yes indeed, and instructed me on the timing; so, at 12:30, i added and then took/sent these:

Adding the separator

Both on 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ohhh my god… such a major rush of sensations, and huge wash of subby little… totally distinct from the physical sensations, which were intense, was the feelings of love and trust and so-proud-of-myself for obedience.. and from her reaction, she likeeeeee, lol!

We shared some more texts, more chat, and even got to talk a while; when i got another present, i got to choose how long i could wear both- AND, i got to cum, when i was ready! Well, she had to go, and i had to get back to work- so we said our g’byes, and did that.. but it was so amazingly sexy, and i was so very aware of myself and her thinking of me, that about 330 i couldn’t stand it anymore. So, i went to the bathroom, locked myself into a stall, and dropped my pants; and there at work, with m’Lady Mommy Mistress thinking of me, and me of her, i proceeded to remove the separator & masturbate, and came hard, right into the toilet- then buttoned up, zipped up, and back to work, heheh.

i wore the thong until i got home, and changed out of my work clothes, so had that on until about 730- and what a sensual, sexy day! Thank you, Love- for giving me such a wonderful treat and birthday presents! 🙂

xoxoxo

d-

On binding thongs and a birthday present ThankYou! :)

Oh, my. I am the luckiest guy around, did you know that? Well, I do, and I am!

On Monday, my love and I have been playing a game, for a long time now; since her normal underwear, on a daily basis, is to be without (IE, she goes commando), we mix it up; so on Mondays, She wears panties and I go commando. Often I get a picture, which makes me squirmy hot, and often the feeling of bare in pants makes me leaky and squirmy.

Monday, though, she mixed it up on me; she instructed me to wear a special birthday gift that she’d sent me, a thong sortof, that’s designed to hold a cock or a strap-on. It’s made of some sort of rubberized tubing, with beads to adjust it, and it’s mmmphf hot-

So, as instructed, instead of being commando I put it on and wore it for her, for a couple of hours. I was at home, so it was under jeans rather than dockers or dress pants, and the denim adds to the feelings as well.

First, there was the physical sensations; the texture wasn’t what I had expected, as I unwrapped it and felt it in my hands. Rather like a rubber band, and as I looked at the instructions I was pleased that it was “assembled”, lol- because I’m not so sure I could have gotten the beads right. As it is, though, I was able to position it properly, and slide it up over my legs- and that’s when I found that being a hairy guy, isn’t all that great, with rubberized things; but, it wasn’t painful, just some tugs, and even that was increasing the feelings of wanting to please…

It also made me start to shrink into sub-space, mentally- to be sliding a special gift on, knowing that it would make her smile, and feeling that tension that always comes from being “bad” with her, under her direction, her control, her ownership.. mmmphf.

As I pulled and adjusted, and slid my cock out through the two center beads, I did wonder how it would do as a strap-on holder; never used one, so I don’t know, but it seemed that it might be too loose; on the other hand, it brought mental pictures of having m’Lady Mommy put a strap-on on, for me, and *that* made me squirm.

Once on, I pulled my jeans up- and found that the combination of straps & pants, was mmphfy- I was very very aware of the physical, as each movement, each flex of leg/ass to walk, made the strap tighter or looser- very intense, at times… god.

But I was even more aware of the feelings, of being bound up in this present, to my lover, my owner, my mistress, my mommy, m’Lady; and wanting deeply to please her; at one point she indicated I could remove it, and I said, “please, not yet, can I wear til noon?”

She laughed, and okayed that- Thank youuuu! 🙂

I could feel her holding me, the entire time I wore it; I could feel her warmth and loving, and at times, i could swear i could feel her kisses and caresses, smoothing where it rubbed, finding where i would have to shave (or, if only SHE could shave ME, god I want that!!!).

My darling lover, my Dommie, m’Lady sweet- thank you for my present, for giving me all you do, for loving me and caring for me, and punishing me and pushing me- thank you for all you give to me!

Oh, and here is the photo I took, to share with you:

66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy

m’Lady Mommy gave me a task and assignment today, hooray! I get wriggly excited when she does that, because I know she’ll be thinking of me, wondering how it’s going and when I’m doing it, and things like that… and also, I know (because she’s said so), that she’s wishing she could be a “fly on the wall” as I do; and that thrills me, to know she’s thinking of me, too!

The task was sent to me via text-message this afternoon, and here it is:

1. Put on the separater and wear for an hour (or more!)
2. Write out an email, blog-post, my choice, of the “Top XX Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy”, in whichever form I want- list, paragraphs, etc.
3. Then, I may cum.

I asked for clarification on one part, which was, “May I cum while still wearing the separator”… and she indicated that that was indeed her intentions; later, there were a few followup pings, with the required title, and her express wish to be a fly on the wall…

So without further ado, I’m going to detail my evening, after I got home from work (which was at 745 tonight, yay, an early evening).

I arrived, greeted the kiddos, and proceeded to obtain the separator from it’s storage place in the LV pocket of my pack; I went upstairs to my bedroom, and removed my shirt, belt, socks, pants, so I was just in my giftie prisoner-striped-underwear; then, thinking of mommy’s wish to be a fly on the wall, I snapped this picture for her:

Your Prisoner

Next, I removed the shorts, and felt that release of her little hands holding me warm all day, and snapped another photo:

Temporarily Released

I carefully put the separator on (at 8:00, for calendar references), and snapped this picture:

Separator

And lastly, I slipped into the shorts that mommy & I had picked out together, on one of our shopping expeditions (in PERSON even!), and took yet another picture for you:

Bound and Commando for m’Lady Mommy

So now, as I compose this, i’m sitting in my big chair, commando in the shorts that mommy and I chose together, and i’m going to do my very best to list the things that I Want To Do To Please m’Lady Mommy; I’m not sure how this will “play out”, in the sense of being lil or just subby, or what- but here goes:

1. Lotion you on demand
2. Massage you at all opportunities
3. Learn to crack your back, so you don’t have to go to Chiro as often
4. Make your coffee
5. Bring you N.O.G.
6. Worship your feet-

• Rub
• Kiss
• Massage
• Lotion
• Hold
• Lick
• Be your carpet
• Trim your nails
• Polish your nails
• Suck your toes

7. Worship your ass-

• Kiss it
• Lick it
• Massage it
• Cum on it
• Nuzzle it

8. Be your furniture-

• Footstool
• Seat
• Blanket
• Bed

9. Be your decor- make me your living statue
10. Dress (or undress) to your pleasure-

• Apron
• Chaps
• Silk shirts
• Shoes

11. Cook for you
12. Serve your meals
13. Feed you
14. Do chores for you
15. Perform tasks and assignments for you!
16. Cuddle and snuggle you
17. Hold you
18. Draw at your feet quietly
19. Visit you
20. Manicures
21. Shave you
22. Shave me 😉
23. Drink your piss
24. Give m’Lady my piss if desired
25. Draw your baths
26. Bathe and pamper you in that bath
27. Towel and powder and ? You
28. Cry with/for you
29. Lick your pussy
30. Suck your clit
31. Earn (again) my “red-wings”
32. Present you with a photo of my bloody lips, after doing so, for your review
33. Hold my pee on instruction
34. Hold orgasms as ordered
35. Keep drinking apple juice so’s pleasing to your taste buds
36. Haircut/groom to your requirements
37. Give your breasts attention
38. Suckle
39. Use proper positions-

• Greeting
• Inspections
• Punishment
• “shhh and be quiet”

40. Bind for you-

• “Wraps”
• Separator
• Gate of Hell
• (ullp) Mommy Bra?!?
• Harnesses

41. Be your pet
42. Pull your rickshaw
43. Chauffeur
44. Change your Shoes (with kisses!) (while people are watching!)
45. 69
46. Be your clit-toy
47. Yoni Massage
48. Wear wristband

*Interjection: I’m at one hour plus 15 minutes right now… and writing this was making me squirmy and subby and littttle… I can  feel the straps deeply; they’re not tightening, exactly- they don’t shrink themselves- but my whole cock & balls & groin is feeling them, so it’s very much an intensification of the bindings, and starting to feel the warmth building.

49. Share calendars
50. Checklist!
51. Communicate-

• Wants
• Fantasies
• Needs
• Events

52. Serve you “In Public”…

• tanning salon, let them all know you have your slave to lotion/towel/dry/dress you
• Work runs- drive, change your shoes, primp your outfit, carry your bag…

53. Explore.. um… yeah… god.. (yes, bluuuushing)..

• Learn to give good b/j
• Taste his cum
• Swallow it
• Share it with you

54. Tell you things like #53
55. Train my ass-

• Your use
• Finger
• Toy
• Cock
• Plugs- for “at the moment” and to learn to wear extended

56. Take spankings
57. Be your lil boy 🙂
58. Be your Knight!
59. Restraints-

• tie me
• cuff me
• bind me
• strap me
• CB3000? (ulp)

60. Body Paint- to your direction, either on me, or under your guidance, to paint you
61. Clamp me, as you wish-
62. Go to clubs
63. Send you cards and notes
64. Give you gifties!
65. Take you shoe-shopping, as your personal fitter
66. Love you… and accept/believe in YOUR love for me 🙂

Okay, so there’s the  66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy, that I thought of for now.  I’m sure that the moment I post this, I’ll come up with a zillion more, or wish I’d been able to express this better, or expound on this, that or the other thing; I’m also sure that there are things that I missed as I tried to write everything down all at once, that when you remind me, I’ll say, “Duh, bad bad babyboy!”…and as you can see, some things I put in as “sub-items” that may or may not shoulda been their own number- but I was trying not to make it artificially more, too, lol.

So, right now it’s after 10, so 2 hours +  in the separator… and I’m going to post this and then I’m going to go cuuummmm, cuz I’m squirmy and need that bad, and wanting you deeply… and I’m planning to come back with just one more edit, to go below this…

Love you m’Lady Mommy. Love you deeply, totally, and want you to make me even more yours, and please you and serve you and be the best lilboysubbyKnight that you’ve ever had!

xoxoxo

d-

 

As I said last night, I had one more thing in mind, to edit into this post; and since it worked, here it is, for m’Lady Mommy “Fly on the wall”! 🙂

After posting this, and proceeding to the bedroom, I obtained lube, and plug, and towel, and proceeded to undress.. and there in my bed, with my cock still strapped, I touched and stroked and lubed, and slowly slipped the plug into my ass… and then, used my fist and felt m’Lady Mommy’s soft hot wet pussy surround me, and felt her fucking me, and could *feel* her with me, using her babyboy…and it wasn’t very long til I came… hope you like!

Ready…

 

Drat! Well, I’ll send it to you in email, cuz we can’t upload video… oops!

d-

Letter to my Love-

My darling and I have been together again, since I last posted here; I flew to her, and we shared a drive to distant cities. Beach walking, tears, and lots of “just holding”, and attempts at pampering and caring-for, and dealing with very difficult emotions.

I’ll be flying to her again, in a couple of weeks, to do my best to give her support and love, and to let her know I’m with her, for her, on her side at all times.

And as I’m writing, I think I’m figuring out why I needed to do so; it’s because I want to let her know- let YOU know- that yes- I love, <3, am thrilled by our explorations in sex, sexuality, sensuality; I am fascinated by our learning about each other, and what I learn of myself in our relationship; I like being able to tell you things I’ve never confessed to *anyone*- and sometimes, not even myself- (Yes darling, I’m brave enough now to say out loud, right here, I’m interested in MMF sex, too- I want to explore that more, with you, and yes- I get turned on by remembering that you watched me lick and fondle a cock, and receive a blowjob as you held me).

But, despite all that, or maybe because of, or alongside, or whatever- it’s the tears that you shed, and shared with me, that I could kiss, and taste. It’s the hitch in your voice, and in your breathing, that you allowed me to hear; it’s the trust you give to me, to be vulnerable with me, that deeply, totally moves and thrills me.

Trust in another is a wonderful thing, and to be given that level of trust, from you, is a gift that I cherish, and I am grateful for it; and despite any bad-times that are happening, the simple knowlege that you reach out to me, knowing that I’m going to love and care and listen and be your ear and your rock is the most profound gift you’ve given me, in all the plethora of gifts from you.

I’ve said these things before, I know- and probably just as badly expressed as here, but I’m not writing this in “edit mode”; no, this is “heart-mode”, and I hope and pray you understand what I mean, and that you know you have me, as I have you; that you are my treasure and delight, and a constant source of joy, even when times are sad and hard and distant.

My darling, I love you so much, and want so badly for your happiness, that I can feel an ache inside me *for* you to have that; and I know that you’re aware of my own feelings of “inadequacy” for “helping”, (cuz I’m a guy, lol)… I do also want you to know that I’m more than pleased to just listen and be your sounding board, too.

Love you, more than ever, more than I can say, more than you even know-

D-

Daydreams-

There have been several things lately, that I’ve noted mentally that I want to write out… but somehow they never seemed to come together in my head, to the point where I could write them as fully as I’d like; so I thought I’d take a moment tonight, and just put down some of the little flashy-visuals that I’ve had, and some parts of the much longer involved fantasies that have been in my head as well.

These are going to be rather random, and I’m not going to try to group them as to “when” or “What else” I was thinking. I’m just going to blurt…

…You were bad, so I instructed you, “Go and bring the blue rope here.” You did, and placed it in my hand; I then directed you,
“Remove your clothing. Every stitch. Take a cushion from the setee, one that you think looks nice- because it will now be known as your punishment cushion. Place it on the floor in front of me, and kneel on it; head up, hands out..”
I watched as you did these things, and as you looked up at me, nude and hands outstretched, I leaned over and quickly tied a shibari-cuff around your arms, and said, “Now, lean over, ass high, arms on floor… and when instructed to “Take your punishment position”, this is your sequence; bring rope, strip, obtain cushion, kneel, arms out for tying, then lean over with ass up… and as you lower your head, you will say to me, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

Your eyes went black at my words, and you said softly, as instructed, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

So, as you knelt with your arms bound, and head down on them, with your ass lifted high and bare, I put one knee to the floor next to you; and placing my left hand on your back, I carefully, deliberately, spanked each cheek five times, one after the other, firmly.

As I did, you wriggled.. you squirmed… you gasped… you whimpered… and you puddled…

***

We had been searching and searching, and finally found the perfect set of collars; his and hers. Soft, supple, created to our design, so each was an intricate and intimate reminder to the subbies we are, of the ownership and Dominance that we would give to the other.

We decided that rather than placing on our own necks, the first time, we were going to make the ceremonial collaring as special as our own selves, and our joining one to the other as Dominant and Submissive…

I had set several candles out, and prepared the incense; as you stood before me, eyes down, waiting… I said quietly, “My darling, my sweet little one, are you ready and sure of this?”

“Yes, Oh yes,”…

Together, we moved around the room; lighting each candle in turn, until the room was softly flickering in the light.. the incense filling the air.. and I slowly, gently, very tenderly kissed you, and slowly, gently undressed you; as you stood there, nude female before her clothed male, I admired your beauty, and could see your eyes softening, deepening, as you let yourself feel your own submission rising within you…

I took your hand, and told you that the first part of the ceremony is to prepare you, and as your Dom, it was my job to do so… so I led you to the bath, filled and scented with oils and bubbles.. and carefully guided you into it, where I washed your hair, your skin, your body. Hair was removed, until you gleamed soft and smooth; oils and lotions applied, and gentle towels…

Pressing your shoulders gently, you sank to your knees before me; I stood looking down at you, and made this vow:

“I will cherish you; i will care for you; I will always remember that as your Dominant, my primary job is to give you what you need, be it soft care, or swift pain; I will use you as you need to be used, and pamper you as you deserve to be pampered. I will seek always to ensure your safety and protect your heart, to the very best of my abilities.”

And you replied to me,
“I will obey, and trust, and give you my gift of self; I will submit to your desires, knowing that you are seeking only to fulfil my submissive needs, and always to give fully and joyfully, as I know that will please you; I trust that you will care for me, and while I may not always know why I’m to do things, I will know in my heart that they are for my own satisfaction.”

So, I took out the collar, and asked you to lift your hair, and said,

“This is the only time I will ask, and not instruct, my darling. Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes, Daddy Lord Sai, I will wear it proudly.”

Fastening the collar around your neck, I claimed you and bound you to me… and lifting you to your feet, I led you to the bed where I claimed my sweet little darling by filling her with myself, as we joined deeply and happily together.

***

We found our seats, on the airplane for our escape; settling in, buckling seatbelts, pulling a snatched blanket over our laps, we grinned, we giggled, we kissed and squeezed hands. Takeoff, and holding hands tightly, heads turned to each other, oblivious of the crowds around, kissing and smiling and whispering… dimming of cabin lights, shades pulled down, snuggling under our blanket, laughing at ourselves as we tried to entwine our feet, tried to get even closer… a little gasp, as my fingers teased up your thigh, slipping your skirt higher under the blanket, finding a pantiless mound shaved smooth and soft… a squirming wriggle, as your little fingers found my zipper, and unzipped, unsnapped, opened my pants…
pausing as the steward offered drinks, using the tray to help hide our movements… shifting in the seats, adjusting, slipping onto my lap and laying sideways, letting your thighs fall open a bit, so I could access your sweet juices, smearing fingertips around & finding that sexy hot steamy puddle…
feeling your hand grasping me, moving my balls, softly stroking… your fingertips across the slit, lifting my leaking precum to your mouth for a taste, your eyes closing as you sucked it off…
more whisper movements, turning, sliding onto me more fully, spreading legs… guiding fingers, probing cock, opening pussy… heat, wetness, slick, cock entering, stifling your breath, holding your hips and caressing your breasts as you maneuver onto me…
fucking, slow and careful and quiet, little glances of “oh my god we’re doing this”, watching.. wondering, “can anyone tell? would we care? Oh my god, we’re fucking here…”
sharp spasms, deep pulses, deep fast breathing, shhhh… orgasms, sticky hot cum into you, leaking mixture down my shaft and balls… giggling cleanup sortof, shifting, side by side, holding, looking into each others eyes, laughing, caressing, playing in our “goop” together… loving you, feeling your love for me, slow drift to a nap, chuckling together and stuck together…

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We sailed from NY on a hot afternoon, out the lower harbor, meeting the Atlantic swells; the day was bright, sunspots glittering on the water, Lorelei making a rainbow with her bow wave in the wind. Laughing, talking, sharing and pleased as we slipped away from land, and work and  jobs and worries and cares.
As we sailed out, in the bright hot sun, we stripped, and I pulled you to me, feeling your sweet brown body with mine, tucking you next to me, showing you how we adjust sails and rudder, teaching you to bring Lorelei alive in your hands; we laughed at the spray, chilly across our overheated skin. We ensured I wouldn’t burn to a crisp, my yankee-winter-white skin so pale compared to yours, the sharp smell of the sunblock filling our noses, the tang of the salt air, the sound of rushing water and crackling sails, our laughter as you looked backward at the wake, rather wiggly…

We sailed, and we laughed, and we made love there in the cockpit, joining together in peaceful happy giddy togetherness, sharing love and experiences and learnings..

So we laughed and sang and loved, and sailed away…

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That will do, for now- I wanted to get some of this out there, for you my darling; m’Lady, my Lily, my sweet love… There’s so much more I want to say, and will, but for now that will do. Just remember this-

I love you