A Perfect Moment

I woke up early to the warmness of her naked body next to mine. I had a number of beers the night before and my bladder felt as though it was going to burst. I hold her close for not nearly long enough and carefully crawl out of bed. I didn’t want to get up but nature called, plus I felt a bit sticky, still covered in sweat.

I jumped in her shower quietly, not wanting to wake up her roommates. Normally I’ll take a 15 minute shower but I just want to get the sweat off, feel fresh plus I wanted to get back to her. I realized that I’ve been turned on non stop since the night before. (Do you have any idea how difficult it is to release your bladder when you’ve been turned on for hours and hours and hours?)

It’s early. The sun is just barely up. This is my favorite part of a Saturday morning and this is the best part of my day, it might be the best part of my anything. It’s still cold out. There’s a little snow on the rooftops outside.

I tip toed back into her bedroom. Looking down at her sleeping I really wished I could take a photo of her but I know that would require waking her up first to ask permission to take her photo….. sometimes it sucks being a submissive.

I quietly stripped naked and was just about to crawl back into bed when I see one of her feet sticking out from under the covers. My mouth reacts and I gave her a light peck on the top of her foot before crawling back into bed with her. I wondered if she would have liked to have me wake her up by kissing her feet, legs and working my way up, then I realize that I’d be doing it for me and that greedy mouth of mine.

It’s cold outside but warm under the covers. I slip back behind her and snuggle up tight, kissing her back and squeezing her body as close as I can. I know that these moments are limited, but for now, it doesn’t matter. It does matter, but I try not to think about it. My eyes water a little as I know that this won’t be forever.

I wished time would stop at that moment.

I whisper in her ear something for her to hear as she dreams.

I sigh, smile and slowly drift off to sleep with her.

It was perfect.

Found Femdom: Diesel

Holy shit! Legs and sadism!

Again I think about the photo shoot. If I were the the male model I’d be saying “Fuck photoshop, give me real marks please”.

Then again, if I were a male model, I probably wouldn’t need to ask for it.

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It also reminds me of the last time my father came to visit here in NYC. He still lives on the family farm. We were walking near Union Square and he saw the Diesel store and wanted to go inside, I was disappointed to learn that they didn’t sell engines.

Sugasm #129

Way to go Wendy for making it into the top three!

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Losing My Submission

This past week I’ve felt very disconnected from my submission.

I feel like I don’t have a compass right now.

It’s not that I don’t feel like I want to submit, or want to be submissive. It’s just….I don’t know.

It’s like I’m missing a body part or something.

It could be that I’m feeling more jaded than normal, or that I’ve hit a wall of some sort.

The feeling I normally have is difficult to describe. It’s not like I’m walking around being submissive all day. It’s more like..hmmm It’s like my IPhone. I’m not always using it but it’s nice to know it’s there. It’s comforting that I have it with me. A geeky comparison I know, but that’s the best way to describe it at this point.

A woman hit on me this week while standing in line for coffee. Very attractive and someone I’d consider “my type”. It was obvious that she was interested in more than just sex, but the flirting did seem sexual. I avoided it and didn’t flirt back. I could tell she was either submissive or vanilla (don’t ask, I just know). I just didn’t feel like having to go through the “well..there is one thing you should know about me first….”. I’ve been down that road before and it never works out in a positive way.

There is a small part of me that feels like a tiny weight has been lifted. I don’t feel as stressed but I also don’t feel driven either.

I miss it right now. I wonder if being on my knees for someone or being tied up and helpless….would help.

Surprisingly my sex drive hasn’t gone down with it. It’s skirt weather here in New York and I find myself constantly trying not to stare and drool at women with impossibly great legs.

Why can’t I be a breast-man instead of a leg-guy? Breasts are covered up, legs are everywhere. The second I see a great pair of legs I get really excited, then I feel myself whimper the next. I’l avert my eyes and try not to think of anything sexual. Putting gum in my mouth to curb the oral fixation. With the warmer weather I don’t have the benefit of a long coat to cover up any evidence of me being turned on. There have been times when I’ve had to run into a store and buy something just so I’ll have a bag or a newspaper to hold in front of me.

I’m not panicked about not having my submission right now. I’m sure it will come back again someday. Maybe tomorrow or next month. It’s just an strange feeling not to have it now.

Another Reason I Won’t Ask You To Play With Me

Why is it I don’t ask someone if she wants to play with me?

I have yet another good example:

Ages ago I met someone I was dying to play with. If that meant sex or play…anything. I just wanted to experience something with her. I built up my courage (beer helped) and put it out there as sincerely as I could. She didn’t say yes and she didn’t say no. She just…..nothing.

That was my answer.

Now and then our paths will cross. We’ll exchange pleasantries but that will be it. Nothing more.

It’s uncomfortable and I feel like a total ass.

I don’t imagine in a million years that it will happen now. I’m just interested in friendship with her. But now, because it’s out there, there will be no friendship it seems. Just a casual hello now and then.

I pretty much ruined what could have been a great platonic friendship because I expressed my desires.

Why in the world would I risk that again?

I know some would say “what if she had said yes”.

True. But she didn’t.

They don’t.