Time Flies...

When you’re having lots of fun.  I’ve been trying to write some updates for the blog, as well as new snippets… but there was just too much going on to actually finish any of them.  Hopefully over the next week, I can play catch up.

But we’ve still been playing frequently with D.  He has quickly become my favorite, though he is skating on thin ice (But man is he sooo good at make up sex).  I probably should just do a whole post on D… as it would take over in here.  

F came around a couple nights and we had some hot moments in there.  He’s been our longest and most reliable stud… but our schedules keep him so infrequent, I wonder if it’s worth maintaining anymore.  He’s always been respectful of limits and he’s been the most adventurous with the kinky stuff, but little things over the last two years lead me to believe we aren’t looking for the same thing.

We also had several interviews with some new possibilities.  We enjoyed having some fun with a couple of them, but only one really turned out to be a possible keeper.  I’m calling him the Masked Avenger.  He wore a mask the whole time we played (due to pics and video), which was weird, but kind of fun.  I’m not sure I could handle it if he wore it every time we played.  While I can respect his desire to ensure his face stays out of pics… hopefully we can find a better compromise.  Once in a while would be hot.  The anonymity of the whole encounter was a new one for me, but it was exciting on a very mental sort of way.  But it also lacked the connection I prefer to have with my regular studs.  Basically, I found it too impersonal to think of him as a regular already.  

But aside from the mask…OMG!  From the Alpha male, beat my chest with fist, mentality, this one was spot on!  Not pushy or bossy, but commanding in that sexy, sensual kind of way.  Prrrrrrrrrrr!  He came in and JUST HAD FUN!  Love, love, LOVED that!  I loved that he didn’t ignore my cuck either… like so many seem to do.  He was all too happy to direct him around, but never with the air like he owned him, more like he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.  While I still say sexually, that D takes the cake, MA is right behind him.  I do hope we get to have a repeat performance with him.  The second time around is always the more telling one anyway.

Even with all of this going on, things between the boy and I have been amazing.  Work had been slow for him, so the aches and pains were out of the way and he wasn’t so run down.  With a few lighter weeks/month, we were just able to have more fun.  It just seemed to escalate from there and I think we both got a peek at where we want things to head.  Kind of like a peek at nirvana.  We’re not there yet, and it’s probably going to be a long and a bit bumpy of a road, but we can see it forming.  And it was enough to settle the storms and put us back on the same wave length. 

Tears

You’re stuck there panting, pinned underneath me and completely out of breath.  The smile speaks volumes to the evening we’ve had together.  I shower your chest and neck with sweet gentle kisses and I feel your breathing start to slow.  I feel a slight shift in your demeanor.  A quick peek at your glowing face proves me right.  But then that sheepish look crosses your face when you see me looking at you, watching you.  Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, you turn a shade of red and quickly avert your eyes.

“Your thinking about my new cock, aren’t you?” I guess correctly.

“Yes, Mama”

“You like my new cock, don’t you?”

“Aww Gawd, YESSSS, Mama”, you say, as your eyes light up with delight at the mere thought of it.

“You’re thinking about how much you really want that cock stuffed back inside of you, aren’t you? You nasty little boy!”  You quickly turn your head to avoid eye contact, before I even finish my sentence.  Your voice drops all the way down to barely a whisper

“Yes, Mama”

I raise up, towering over you, playfully slapping you on the face to get your eyes back on mine.  You quickly stare back at me with that intensity and focus I love.

“You are such a hungry, greedy, little bitch.. I always knew that.”

“Oh Mama, PLEASE!” Is all you manage to get out

I shift my body just a bit as I lift up your legs, exposing your ass.   I press my pelvis up against it and begin grinding into you, teasing you.  I watch as your eyes roll back, and you begin to moan softly.  It’s in that exact moment the little devil inside taps me on the shoulder in response.

“Now we both know, I’m probably gonna fuck you again… so it’s really just a matter of when”.  And with that I proceed to tease and torment you, slowly and deliciously.  I watch you becoming delirious with desire and need.  I find it so beautiful to watch you being stripped completely bare in these moments.  So much so, that I want these moments to last forever.

But it doesn’t take long till you’re reduced to only one word, “Please”, repeated over and over in that desperate, pleading voice of yours.  That is when you manage to catch your breath long enough to speak at all.  Then it happens.  I notice a single tear forming as your voice shifts into a more painful form of pleading.  It touches me so deeply; I bend forward to kiss the tear away before getting up to grab my strap-on for another round.