Feet, Toes and Worship

So, one of the things I adore about our life as switches, is when I get that all-consuming shrinking feeling, as i move into a sub-space; and one of the things that i long for, when that occurs, is more time to spend at m'Lady's feet, worshiping her sweet sexy toes.

I was feeling that transition deeply the other day, and wanted to share some pictures we'd taken of a couple of special moments. These were taken as i attempted to paint her nails- i need practice! MORE!

And these were from another trip, when i was holding her, kissing her beach-sandy feet and loving her so deeply, feeling it strong:

God how i miss her 

Yet more photoshop :)

I'm using my time playing with pictures, to help stave off loneliness and missing my darling girl. Here's a couple of edits of the corset/rose picture, that I like a lot. I've always enjoyed doing the selective-color effect, and this just lent itself so well to that; great fun! :)

Glow

I've been looking through photos, and manipulating a bunch of them; I've liked this one a long time, so thought I'd share it here. The base was from my darling, given to her as a task to be performed for me; the edits were done by me in p'shop.

Photos

I used to take a lot of photographs, and although I've been lazy about it, I still do enjoy it; one of the things I took a long time to get into, was playing with photoshop & processing the images. It always felt like "cheating", somehow, when compared to film work in the darkroom. I did eventually start to learn though, and the more I did, the more I enjoyed it.

I haven't done a lot with that lately, either, until very recently- when for something to do, I started playing with some more images. I like the way these two turned out; one is surreal, just playing with different effects & filters, but the net result I found rather interesting:

The second one was really fun, too- I made my darling into a Mermaid, lol; she's always been a mermaid, and now she has the tail to prove it! 

Now, off to bed, and maybe I'll have a nice dream of finding her by the sea! :)

 

Corsets, Collars and Roses;

Or, In which I wrap her in leather and ties, claim her submission, and love her dearly

The other month, I flew once again to find my darling girl; it'd been forevvver, unfortunately- but, it was wonderful!

I have been thinking, processing, remembering, for a long time; and want to share a few thoughts on the day that I wrapped her in a wonderful leather corset, with laces up the back and her lovely breasts exposed. We picked it out together, long ago, and hadn't used it. So on this night, I had her shave; and we had candles, and time together, and I wrapped her in it, and laced her up

During that night, she also answered a question I posed; with a huge smile and a wonderful sparkle in her lovely eyes, all dark and smouldering and sexy, she replied "Yes", to a question I asked: "Will you wear my collar?"

I love this shot, particularly, as between the laces, leather, collar and rose, to me, it represents so much of what we share. The leather is tough, but soft; the laces bind her, the lack of cover for her breasts leave her vulnerable; the collar claims her, with her Lil Name to proudly declare that she's my sweet princess; and the rose given to her with love, resting close to her heart, a reminder that she's precious and fragile and cherished.

So, I'm a romantic I guess, but I love her deeply, and miss her terribly at times, so wanted to share. Here's a back view of the corset, with the laces across her soft skin, and her lovely little ass exposed (the claiming of which is also mine, but a different story;) )

A long distance relationship isn't easy, and communications are difficult at times, for circumstances that we just have to "deal with"; but this is one more way I can show my precious darling that I adore her, and her willing acceptance and permission to share these is another way she shows me the same thing.



Love you, my princess! :)

Golden Showers & Piss-Play

--In which I talk about *gasp*... kinky play with piss, Golden Showers and describe a wonderful memory, a fantasy and thoughts--


So, if you're not into reading about, or enjoying the idea of piss play, Golden Showers, denial, and things of this nature- move along.

If you are, however, read on...

So, for many many years, I would say that I was extremely "vanilla", in my sexual activities and practices. Not that I wouldn't indulge in some different play, but it was all pretty mild, and pretty rare, and in a lot of ways it wasn't something that was allowed and could be openly discussed; in fact in a lot of ways, that's still the case, for much of my time.

However, I have the wonderful delight of sharing with my lover an enjoyment and satisfaction and mutual pleasure in exploring all kinds of sexuality, and a relationship that allows us to discuss honestly and directly things that we want to, things we may fantasize about, and things that we've been able to indulge ourselves in. 

One of those things is playing with, talking about, fantasizing about, and experimenting with urine. Piss. Pee. Hot, wet, and taboo- and mmmphf, god. It's interesting that the first time we were ever together, almost before anything else occurred, I put my fingers into her stream as she peed, and tasted it- and in some ways, I think it really helped to let it be a special and grand thing to share together.

Since then, we've talked, and shared more thoughts & fantasies- and we've shared piss, directly, both hers on me and mine on hers, multiple times. We have also, both of us, played in it *for* the other, and played *in* the other's, and we've shared the intimacy of pissing *on* the other, too- and yes, we've both gotten aroused enough, and into it enough, to take it directly to our mouths, too.

There's something about it that strikes a chord in me- the taboo-ness of it? The sheer intimacy and trust it engenders? I'm not sure, but I know I like the feelings, a lot; and lately, I've been thinking about it a lot, and remembering, and dreaming of *more*, and so I thought I'd put it here.

One of the most memorable interludes came when I was spending several weeks in her town, for work- so I was in a hotel, and she managed to arrange things so that we had *tiime*, an amazing amount really, to spend together; and one evening, we were getting ready to go to a special club. We shared some bath time together, and as she stood over me, all tan and nude and sexy, she had to pee...and since I'd expressed an interest in replicating a photo that we'd seen, she squatted over me as I held the camera... and she let her stream flow, sexy hot golden and intimate, so special, to feel her letting that go onto my skin, feel it flowing across my cock and balls and stomach; to know my subby place, as the repository for her piss, gave me such an amazing, such an intensely close & deeply connected feeling...

Then she lowered more, and opened herself to me, and took my cock inside her sweet hot pussy, wet with bubble water, wet with piss, wet with her own sweet juices (Have I noted that she gets *wet*? I mean, *reallly* wet? If not- she does, think puddles and flowing pussy juices, sooo exciting, sooo sexy, sooo hot!)...









We fucked there in the tub, tight and close, and then rinsed off & went on with the night... but I'll never, ever forget that moment, jeez.

Since then, we've had a lot of texts back and forth, sometimes as simple as "Pissing on you", and it never fails to make my heart thump, my breath catch, and (as it is now), frequently my cock throbs & leaks..*squirm* ;)

I recall one moment, as I had her bare foot extended, watching my piss run across her red-painted toes, and seeing her eyes darken and deepen... and, I'll also never forget one moment in another visit to her town, sharing a big jacuzzi bubble-tub... and standing over her, with my piss coming hard and long, as she dripped in it, watching it run down her chest, off her nipples, down her belly & clit & pussy... and having her lift her mouth and catch it...(*squirimmmm*).

One day too, I'm going to indulge in something I've thought of, but haven't done yet- we're going to be out in the woods, wandering, and I'm going to have her strip for me, except for her shoes. Facing away from me, I will watch as she squats low, so her ass is flexed & her cleft is visible from behind, and I'll photograph her pissing, outside in the sunlight; then I'll slip around and catch that from the front, too- and then, I'll have her bring me her sweet pussy, and I'll use my mouth to clean any drips off, so she won't have any stickiness as we finish our walk.

There have been a few times, too, where we've played with denial- I've had her squirming and full, as she has to me- and I *never* knew how intense the arousal can be, just from having a full bladder. Although, hmmm... I suspect that another big component of that, is the fact that if I'm being denied release, it's under her orders and direction; and since when I'm subby, anything at all that she directs me to do is intensely sexy, it could be that, too. One day maybe I'll deny *myself*, and see how much is physical pressure, and how much is emotional and knowing that I'm hers to command, owned by her, and obey her.

Probably a fair amount of it, for me at any rate (She can feel it on her g-spot, but of course I don't have one!), is the knowing/emotions; because it's almost as exciting to know *she's* obeying, if I've instructed her to hold it, or to taste her own stream. 

There are a lot of people that I've come across, mostly online, a few that I've known well enough to ask and talk about things like this, and one of the things I've come to know, in the past few years with my darling lover, is that *anything* is okay, if it's a mutual interest and a shared enjoyment. 

I've also learned that changing perceptions and pushing boundaries, extending limits, is one of the most exciting things around. I never used to think I'd "ever" want to take piss directly into my mouth, nor that I'd want to piss into hers- (but, that wasn't a hard-limit either)... and now? It's one of the most exciting, memorable, and sexy fantasies and memories that I have; and I'm really really looking forward to indulging that more- from both sides, as the pisser and the pissee (Pissee? Whatever!), anyway- I want to explore that again and again, more and more, and really wish it could be *now*, *more*!

Visions and Vulvas

Hmmm... interesting mind-wanders today. I was texting with my lover, and shared a photo I'd taken for her yesterday, of the shave and trim I'd done in the bath. She commented that she'd also had a bath, but wasn't shaved. I then asked her, if it's possible, to get me another photo of her un-trimmed, un-shaven.

We'll see if she can, it's hard for her to find a way to do those- but it did make me start to think, as I took another bath today, about the various looks she wears at different times, and how I find each one so sexy and exciting, for different reasons.

I have one photo of her "bushy", and have never seen or tasted it that full, lol!

She normally keeps it closely trimmed, with a vertical strip (fairly wide, mmphf) pointing up from her clit, and smooth soft labia below. That look and feel, I've experienced a lot, and love it; probably my favorite actually, for a few reasons:
1. SHE likes it best- and it's so much more sexy when she feels sexy and hot, and pretty- there is nothing as exciting as when my lover feels hot and confident.
2. It's a mix- there's the fuzziness of the closely trimmed remnants of her pubic hair, contrasted with the ultra-smooth softness of her shaved skin; mmmphf, so much fun to trace the line, with fingertips, tongue, or cock-head.
3. It's the care- it's very exciting to know that her actions of caring for and keeping herself pretty-fied, make her feel good- and it's sexy, to know that she does that to feel hot, too.

The third style is less frequent, and usually if I'm being Dominant, and instruct her to do so, and that's when she's completely, fully shaved. There's a different sexiness to that, it's almost as much a reaction to her doing it for me, as it is the simple shave; but, even with that, it's also very sexy to feel, touch that softness, and feel the warmth and heat of her directly.

So, when I was in my bath, in the dark today, just drifting and thinking, I was remembering how each of those styles feel, how much I enjoy each of them, and how much pleasure I get just to see, think of, remember, her touch and taste and softness. When I got out of the tub, then, I got onto my computer, and opened up a few photographs that we've taken, or she's taken for me, and played around some.

I created the following image as a composite, to show off her beautiful vulva, in all three styles. Of course, I also get to enjoy playing with and examining the pics, heheh...yay, me!

So, here for you to see how lucky I am:

mmmmmphff

Love you darling!

Musings

Hmm... this got stuck in draft, for some reason- was written back in May, so I'll put it up now, and then add the "today" entry so at least they're in order-written... or not, it wont let me do the order grrrr. Oh well!

Been a while since I've updated here, I guess I'll just put it down to "too much happening in life, to write about it all", or something. There are definitely times when I feel a need to write, and others that will just wait while I process and let things percolate; there have been several events that I'd put in the latter category, in the past few months. In fact I'm not really sure what I'm wanting to say about some of them, but I am feeling some need to write... so I'm gonna babble, lol. If you don't want to read babble, skip this; I will also note, but make no apology for, the tenses and pronoun shifts in the writing. Some are to the world, and some are addressed to a specific someone, and she knows who she is ;)


My darling and I have been together twice, since I last posted here; I flew to her, and we spent time in big tubs, making fantasies come true; binding her in shabari ropes, fucking her while my cock was wrapped in beads, pissing on each other, spanking and candles and all manner of sexy play.

The second trip, 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-

More randomnesseses

I've been having lots of random swirly thoughts and fantasies, lately- and decided I need to put 'em here...
I want to lick and suck and drink of my lover's pussy, as she bleeds, to have my red-wings more... makes me squirmy loving melt, to know that she wants that too.

I felt her fucking my ass again the other night, deeply and gently, lubed up and slow, and stretching me, and can't wait til she can do that in person-for-real, mmmphf.


I <3 the feeling of her pissing on me. The heated splash of her stream is intoxicating, and when she shares with me that she's full-up, and going to piss on me "hard".. all i can do is wriggle, and try to keep my sudden hard-on from being visible, lol.

I shared with her, a fantasy, based on a photo she sent me-  which made me blush brightly, eeps... told her that i wanted to see her giving a foot-job to her hubby... with her pretty polished toes, on his hard cock... dang. That's hot.

Yesterday- or today? lol, can't remember... was waking up slowly, and had those drifty langorous thoughts... and was thinking, how exciting it would be to have time at the water, skinny-dipping, with both my wife, and lover, and how exciting that would be... water, heat, sun, skin... mmmphf, yummy.

Random Sex-thinks :)

1. I really want to fuck my lover while she's on her period again; we both <3 that so much, and she's got it now, and I want to feel it again.

2. Along with the fucking, I like to give her oral, the taste is much muskier than otherwise (note, I can't say "normal", cuz it's just as normal for us to be together @ period as not!!) and it's thicker, kinda.

3. I had a wonderful dream of an FFM threesome, an amazing time; I want that.

4. I want an MMF, as well- I want to feel how tight she is, when I'm inside her at the *same* time another cock is filling her.

5. I think of sex and sexuality a LOT, lately- Maybe I'm having a second adolescence? I don't know... but I sure do have fun fantasizing!

6. Someday, I want to get to the beach with my love, when it's not cold and we can spend time together, just hanging out and swimming and wading, and be naked in the sun together. With or without others, lol!

7. I need to spank her ass again, and I think she's needing it too. Then I'm going to sooth it with lotion, and cuddle her close and kiss the tears away, and love her.

Emos

There's an interesting mixture of emotions going on inside me today. I'm feeling lonely, yet loved & close; I'm feeling sad on behalf of a friend that has a lot to deal with right now, but happy that she's doing okay, overall. I'm feeling very restless, as if there's something more that I need, or want- but don't have a clue what it might be.

I feel... that I want MORE, I guess- I'm having one of those middle-aged moments, lol, when I look around my life, and wonder where it all came from: "Can this really be my life?"

Well, I'm not so immature that I don't know it is my life- and overall, mostly, I'm content with it. That's not to say there aren't things I'd change, if I could- distance and time, come to mind instantly. I'd love to be a lot further south and a bit west. Well, ideally, further south and on a coast, but I'd settle for a bit west anyway.

I would like to be 'grown up' enough to not have to worry if a car breaks, if a home repair comes up unexpectedly- but I'm also 'grown up' enough to know that if we hadn't had such a tumultuous year, that would be the case... and that it's temporary. Maybe, I'm wishing I wasn't grown-up enough to know that, lol!

I guess, I'm just at loose ends, and missing someone deeply, and sometimes that's reality too.

Dreaming-

For a long time, I didn't remember my dreams; and still find it's rare, compared to many people that seem to remember dreams every day. Lately, however, in the past year or so I guess, I've been remembering more and more of them. At least, of the sexier ones, anyway. Maybe that's why, I'm dreaming more fun so it's easier to remember? I don't know, guess it could be that... but I wanted to share a dream, I had last night.

I'd been looking around at different sites, and then spent a long time working on a couple of photos, which I find exciting; they're pics that my lover let me take, and she's beautiful- so when I get the opportunity, I enjoy doing things we've talked about with them, playing with photoshop and such.

Well, last night I was extremely tired, had had a long day, so when I did get to bed, I fell right out fast, and deep. But, at some point, I did dream...

I found myself in a photo studio, of some kind. It was a large room, with various props and backgrounds here and there, and a couple of people; one was my lover, wearing a long robe, wrapped in it; it was purple and silk shiny, and she looked cozy; the other, was a woman I'd never seen before, who was wrapped in a pink silkrobe, and the two of them were standing next to a chaise lounge. That was covered in velvet, the deep red color; behind the lounge, was a faux window, with bright lights shining against it, so the beams from the light looked like sunshine falling across the lounge.

I told the two of them to arrange themselves on the edges of the chaise, laying back side by side, and open the robes as they did- so they were laying on them, as if they'd just fallen away while they were talking.

As they did that, I started using my camera, and snapping some pictures of them arranging, helping each other adjust the material, seeing the softness of their skin beginning to appear from beneath the robes; both were tan, and both were gorgeous, and both were wearing sheer negligees in matching white, with lace around hems.

I had them turn, to snuggle closer, and wrap their arms around one another; "lift your leg over hers, so you're starting to look like you're going to roll onto her"... moving easily, obviously comfortable with one another, they moved here & there, shifting and holding; occasionally, I'd direct them to kiss each other, lips to lips, lips to breast, lips to navel; sometimes, they'd slip extra movements in, extra kisses or languorous touches, playing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, they became less and less interested in the photographs, and more and more interested in each other, though; the shine of spit on an erect nipple, all hard and crinkled and darkening, as it glowed in the light from the window, entranced my love, and she spent time toying with that, drawing with her tongue against  the erect bumps;

Now and then, I'd get a look, a sultry-heated look of deep promise, and I had to adjust myself, as they played and I shot and we all got aroused. Then, some whispers, some kisses along an ear, little demands, little gifts, and they both paused, and rolled to face me; and both of them lifted a hand, and beckoned me to them; as I stepped near, they swung up and around, so they were sitting side by side on the edge of the lounge, with me standing before them.

Four hands reached out, and with giggles and play-slaps of fingertips, they unbuckled my belt, unzipped, unsnapped, undid, and let my pants fall; pointing down silently, so I knelt, they removed my shirt; then, each tugging an arm, they drew me onto the chaise with them, kicking at my pants to get them over my ankles.

It was close quarters, but the three of us managed to squirm around and find comfortable positions, and we all three began kissing, caressing, hands exploring, mouths questing. I had a pussy in each hand, at one point, middle fingers deep inside and feeling heated juices, lips spread and swollen, as they laughed and did "kegel, in unison" on my finger...

I drew my lover's head down, and the two of us lay across soft silky thighs, taking turns licking at her wet pussy, then kissing each other across her mound and swollen clit; we shifted and reversed, and I was kissing the other woman in the same position, tasting my love's sweetness and feeling her aroused heat on the skin of my face...

I woke about then, and found I was hard and leaking in my sleep, with that little buzz that comes from being turned on as I sleep, and wished that I could roll over and get right back into that dream, and finish it...

Some randomness

Just because I feel like it, some things that have crossed my mind in the past few days...

1. I like the feeling of orgasming when it's so intense that I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking the cum from the depth of my balls- over the phone.

2. There is something sweetly special, about having someone that will let me love and care for her.

3. I wish my ears would just SHUT THE FUCK UP, some days the ringing is so intense and loud, I think I'm going to go insane.

4. See number three.

5. It's a really cool thing, to rediscover a song or an artist that you've neglected for a while, and to be able to listen to your heart's content.

6. I'm never going to grow up. No matter what the calendar says.

7. Playing with photo shop is an outlet that I really enjoy a lot, but I also wish I was better at it.

8. I wish we'd gone to the nude beach more often, this summer.

9. I haven't been flying in way to long, I miss it.

10. How come in my house, it's impossible for the TV to be turned OFF, if you can turn it on when you walk into a room, what's the hard part about off when you leave?

11. It's October, and time for boobie-thon! Go and check it out, here, and make a contribution :)

Thinking about Sex & Perceptions

Earlier today, I was texting with my wife, and she made a comment that "I've been willing but you're not interested lately."

Cue the SMS equivalent of "Hunh??"

I had mentioned a couple times, lately, that she's been less interested in sex, in the past while- overall, it's been somewhat down for months, which she's acknowleged. Some of that, I can understand intellectually- she has to deal with thyroid and such, which tosses all the hormones & libido & feelings for a loop; but more than "just" that, she's not been wanting to play, and when we do, it's often felt perfunctory, sorta; rather as if, as in the olden-days, it's a duty she feels she needs to perform.

There are still times when that's completely not true, of course- but you sure can't figure out a pattern, or what brings it on. I have thought off and on that maybe she's been fooling around with someone again, and that's when she gets hot- but can't really see it somehow, doesn't exactly "feel" right.

So, I guess I was musing along the lines of different perceptions of the same circumstances, more than anything, and finding it interesting once again how two people in the same relationship, same times and places, can have feelings at such odds with one another. I'm going along thinking she's not interested, she's going along thinking it's *me* that's not interested, and neither one of us gets laid for ten day, hmmphf.

Then I started wondering, am I less interested than normal? It doesn't feel so, but perhaps it is me? Yet, I know I've tried, and brought it up a couple times (although just casually), and certainly there's been teasy-hinting wanting talk here and there, on both our parts- but hmmm... I guess I can't say, although I don't think I'm less interested. I'm not distracted by cybering, or sexting, or such- cuz that's not been happening either, while my lover is incommunicado... we were able to snatch one evening on the phone, but that isn't enough to make me "not want it" anyway, lol-

Sooo, I dunno, guess it's just what it is, and we'll have to get better again, at making ourselves clear when we want some :)

The First Post-

Which is always interesting to me, when I cruise around different blogs and sites, to see what people choose to say in the very first post. I'm struck by how many are basically, "I don't know what to put here, so I'm just putting this"... and then go on.

So, I'm going to dive right into some thoughts I've had, about blogging here. I have a different blog, with different subjects, but I no longer feel the urge to post much there. It dealt a lot with depression, with religion, spiritual things, and occasionally I would dive into sex and sensuality and such; but, I also began to feel a bit constrained, somehow, by the readers that I'd gathered and by where I am in my own life now.

So, I thought I'd start a new one completely- and the title was from my darling lover, who suggested it just this afternoon, in an IM session as we were discussing blogs & blogging. Thank you, my sweet!

Yes, I have a lover- and yes, I'm married, and yes, that's bad etc, etc etc. Take your judgements elsewhere, if you feel the need to express that. I don't buy it, not anymore- for one thing I've become much more comfortable with in my old age, (yeah, I'm old enough to know better, and young enough to do it again as they say), is that poly-amorous love is just as real and just as vital and valid as other forms of love. For another, this is my blog and I'll say what I want, lol!

So I might blog about that, I might blog about sailing and travel, I may talk about being lonely within a relationship when surrounded by people. I might post pictures, at times- I love taking photographs, and enjoy seeing all kinds of photos from others.

For now though, I do want to simply express this, so here's an open letter to her, so it's out here in the world:

Dear Precious:

I Love You.

Deeply, very very much, I love you, and treasure our time and who we are, together and as we journey along, sailing wherever, or as you express it, wandering a path, losing it and finding it, our individual treks having led us to a place and time where we could meet, learn about each other, and grow ever closer, ever more special.


I treasure, deeply, the journey we began by sharing blogs, chatting and eventually talking, phones, cams, and finally! meeting, in person for real; I treasure deeply, the acceptance of myself that you give to me, and the unstinting generosity you show me, by your willingness to love me in spite of fears and doubts, to trust in spite of misgivings, to believe in *us* together.

I cherish our rainbow times, our sharing times, as much as I cherish being kinky and explorations of all kinds of play; I have been startled at times, by my own reactions to things I once thought of as 'off limits', as well as being startled by your joyous embrace of things I once thought of as "things women don't like", if you follow that.
I can't wait to send you the URL to here, and share it with you, and hope you'll enjoy my babbling, or, conversely, tell me to shut up when appropriate!

And, here you are, so I'm just going to say, once more,

Love you-
Pirate-