I wait for you by the window, body lush and ready, flesh bathed in moonlight. I wait for you, aching, longing, naked and open to you. I wait for you my darling, tending the life we have built together, feeding the fire that is our love. I will wait by the window for your return, for my body and soul are yours.
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Some of my favorite sex toys were never meant to be used in erotic ways. A journey through the hardware store always sparks my imagination: fiberglass reflectors for canes, giant zip-ties for bondage, lengths of chain to fill a vagina. Even a stop at the gas station can turn up a fly swatter for spanking or some cotton clothes line. I keep my eyes open for interesting possibilities – anything that might offer sensual delights.
I use these antique silver sugar cube tongs for just the right amount of pinch on nipples. We found them at a flea market in Geneva a few years ago. I love how beautiful the tongs are as well as functional!
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Dying my hair blue had an unexpected side effect – blue breasts! Of course I had to play.
This week is the 100th Sinful Sunday!
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I got sexy new shoes for my birthday. I’m putting them to good use.
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“Love is not singular except in syllable.” ~Marvin Taylor
This is a real illustration of our polycule’s love. We’re missing a member in this photo, but her love is still with us, entwined like our limbs. Love is not singular, I am blessed many, many times over.
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His cock is erect and twitching before me. My hands brush along his thighs to meet in his groin and lightly trace his impressive erection. I am charmed, reverent. I take my time exploring. I run my tongue from the V of his frenulum, all around the base of the head. Pre-cum dribbles out of the tip – my favorite part, the sweetest taste. I take it with a nimble flick. My hands continue to explore and stroke. My whole world is this, right here, basking in his lust, drawing it out so slowly, letting it build. I take his whole cock in my mouth while I caress his balls. I alternate tempos, seeing what takes him to the edge and what boosts his desire. This is my art, he is my canvass. Together we create love…
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Sometimes you are getting all dressed up to go out and you get distracted by the redecorating project you have going on in the bathroom and your partner snaps a picture…
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I have a strong masculine side that I’ve been exploring over the past couple of years. I don’t feel any less feminine, it’s just that sometimes I feel more like a boy. I’ve needed to pay attention to some pretty deep stuff. It’s confusing to acknowledge a piece of me that is so different.
At first I considered more of a butch persona. I appreciate butch women, but I don’t feel like one. At least part of the time I am a man. A gay man, who doesn’t want to be gay. I call him Jaxx.
There is a sexual component. I want to have sex as a man. Strap-on sex becomes more important, but not necessary. Jaxx is not as mature as I am – perhaps late teens or early adulthood. I have all of the sex drive, teen angst, and body image issues.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t look like I imagine myself to appear. I guess no one does, but it’s hard to figure out what kind of boy I am. How do I dress? What are my mannerisms? Who are my role models? How do I fit those things with my current limitations?
For example, I have large breasts – G cups. I have a compression vest to try to minimize my chest, but it still tends to be a problem. I need to layer shirts. I don’t have the chest I want to have as a boy. However, I can use a soft pack to give myself that all important bulge in my pants.
I’m still trying to figure out how I want to look, and I’ve only been brave enough to go out in public once, but I’m starting to own this part of me. I’m slowly feeling more confident as Jaxx. Ultimately I am who I am, regardless of gender. Here are a few photos we recently took of him…
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Pure fantasy can be a fun game… Let’s pretend that I am in the library, unwinding after a long day at work. I’ve stripped down to my fishnets, heels, and your dress shirt and tie. I’m going to read a little Keats, imagining that you are kissing me. I’ll let the scent of old books soothe me until you appear in the flesh to take me…
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