I walk away. This time I’m being kind and I close the window. Except for my blue strapon, I’m naked from the waist down and was getting a little chilly myself. I’ll leave him to sweat it out for a bit and he can warm the room up nicely for me. “Hey! Where are you going?” he asks, as I close the bedroom door with a click. I dance away and put on some of my favourite tunes, helping myself to a glass of fizz from the fridge and twirl past the windows, those massive floor to ceiling windows, so...
Well, this pandemic is pissing me off. Third national lockdown and third time I’ve had him tell me he can’t possibly leave his wife and kids for me. Not now, not yet. What the hell? Why can’t he just grow a pair and do it? His kids are brats anyway, they really are. I’m not against kids, I was one myself not that long ago, but his are two of the most spoilt, entitled little buggers I’ve ever met – and that’s me only meeting them fleetingly. Bumping into them in the park, with her. Him telling his wife I’m...
So, January is a bit more depressing than usual. Not sure if it’s the rubbish weather, the pandemic, the lockdown or a combination of all of those things. I’m normally spring out of bed because it’s a new day kind of person, but this month my spring isn’t quite so springy! When I feel this way, as so many of us do from time to time, I always find it best to think about stuff that makes me happy. I love art. I love colour and I think the combination of these things are what drew me to loving Shiri...
With them having had no physical attention all week but been the focus of his thoughts (and his mistress's eyes), he's far more aware of his private parts than usual while he works. His mistress doesn't help him either when she messages asking if there's somewhere he can be private. Reluctantly he tells her that there are showers he can use. When he answers yes, she replies, “Oh goody [innocent smile].” She then leaves him to stew until shortly before his lunch hour while she takes care of a client, that chore attended to she sends, “Would you like to...
The nervousness is always the problem with the first time… the problems and the pleasure… making her take her time, making her seduce and feelingtheir surrender. The handcuffs for ankles hold him in the perfect position, but his virgin entrance hasn’t learned to relax… to welcome its mistress yet. She knows how though… the trick of teaching him to accept her fake cock into his mouth first for example, having him tilt his head up, and sliding the bright red and gold ceramic piece between his lips works wonders on his mind… When she moves behind him, despite his virginity,...
She pushes, but not too hard, just enough to ask the tight muscular rings the question, and to remind his mind of his status. Then all she has to do is wait, caress and encourage, his entrance eases, welcoming the penetration as her voice and her fingers soothe, and before long, she’s sliding into him with her pink strapon taking possession of him in a way that no one else has. No matter who or what else, she will always be his first. There was a time when she used to wonder why her phone could be set to make...
