Blindfold
I allowed it once. In a hotel room with the caveat of no restraints and call-a-halt authority, I granted his request to wear a blindfold. (ME. A blindfold.) I could… Read more »
Tag: Sensation Play
Aflame
He is moaning sighs and tensed thighs. Quivering need and shaken-breath supplication. Gasps and pleas and taut-muscled beseeching strain under the circular suede ministrations of wax-covered fingertips massaging buttery hot… Read more »
Hmnh. Well, that was different.
He’s always game. It’s one of the things I like best about him. One of the reasons we are so compatible. Probably _the_ reason we’ve remained such good friends throughout… Read more »