Now I know that photos of Bite marks is a fairly obvious road to go down, but I couldn't Not Use these photos.
This is the post that tells you all about the man that gave these to me....
And I cannot wait for him to give me some more.
Sunday 4 September 2016
#sinfulsunday: "Bite"
This week's #SinfulSunday has a prompt. The letter "B."
Now I know that photos of Bite marks is a fairly obvious road to go down, but I couldn't Not Use these photos.
This is the post that tells you all about the man that gave these to me....
Now I know that photos of Bite marks is a fairly obvious road to go down, but I couldn't Not Use these photos.
This is the post that tells you all about the man that gave these to me....
Monday 29 August 2016
Part Two of Radio Boy.
Continuing on from this this post about my first date with Radio Boy....
So we arrange to do "something more proper," following on from the weekend. I suggest crazy golf, which he jumps at the chance to do. Unfortunately we went to get something to eat before hand, and then just got so wrapped up talking to each other that we then didn't want to do anything else.... The ensuing activities at the flat were equally as engrossing. I couldn't quite believe I'd only known him less than a week (and neither could he.) I was desperately trying to keep some semblance of walls up, but to be honest, even by this point it was too late. I am absolutely hopeless at not falling for people, and this is absolutely no exception. When I fall - I FALL.
My hand is forced the next day. Whilst all of this had been going on, I had simultaneously been on a date with a guy from Tinder who I'd initially started talking to months ago (actually mentioned in this past post - the Navy Dom, he'd started talking and we'd negotiated a fair amount before he disappeared without a trace. Turns out he'd been crash called (ie with 12 hours notice) back to his ship and had been in Yemen for 2 months. He'd hadn't ghosted me after all....)
Anyway. He wanted to start seeing me as well, which I thought was on a casual basis, so I messaged him to tell him that I'd kinda met someone else and it was going well etc etc...Turns out this wasn't really ok with him, and he'd wanted something more exclusive.
Upshot is - he wanted me to choose. Now I wasn't going to throw away something potential with NavyDom if I wasn't sure things were going somewhere with RB. So I messaged him, calling him out on his "nothing serious" from his OkC profile...(the previous night he said he was going to leave a contact lens case at mine for "next time...")
"Can I ask you something? You say on your OkC profile that you're not after anything serious, is that still the case? Which is fine if it is, I'm just getting a bit of a vibe that you might be kinda ok with something potentially developing over time maybe? Really not trying to freak you out or anything I promise, but I guess, ultimately, in time, I am looking for something a bit more substantial, and I think you're really cool, so if we're not on the same eventual page I'd just rather know sooner rather than later? Does that make sense?"
Reading back through this, this is BOLD. I'd met this man 6 days earlier, and had been out with him three times. In reference to the first blog post about this man - THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU'RE MEANT TO DO. You're meant to play it cool, or something like that. This is totally Breaking The Rules.
He made me wait, all of....3 minutes before replying.
"I am absolutely happy for something to develop and would be really excited if it does."
See, this is exactly what happens when you don't play stupid games and just come out and ask someone what they want. Like an actual kind of Grown Up.
COMMUNICATION IS FREAKING GREAT PEOPLE.
The next time I go onto OkC he's suspended his account.... so I kinda think I know a bit more where I stand with RB now, and so have to sadly say goodbye to NavyDom.
Fast forward to last night/this morning. I actually have the bank holiday monday off, (praise the lord), so RB comes to mine late Sunday night. He arrives about 11 and as soon as he walks in the door he's kissing me, before spinning me round and grabbing me by the throat, my knees starting to buckle.... before stopping and pulling me into the kitchen and starts making drinks.
We genuinely start chatting about something completely nonchalant for half an hour or so, before he then straddles me over the chair I'm sitting in and kissing my lips and my neck. I am so SO worked up by this point that when he slides his hand under my dress and into my knickers I am just soaking wet. We go upstairs and proceed to just fuck each others brains out. There's no other way of describing it. The first orgasm is while we're actually having sex (quite rare for me), we're facing each other, sat up, with legs pointing in opposite ways and it was so intense I think I tried to actually claw myself inside him, just to try and get deeper and deeper......
The second orgasm was from oral sex, with me sitting on his face. Again, rare for me. The third one was when he was fucking me from behind, reaching around with his hands to rub against my clit. I can't even remember how the fourth one happened. At one point he asked me "what do you want me to do to you?" To which I replied, "cum on my face." He obliged, but "only if you look at yourself in the mirror afterwards." (which I always do anyway cos it is h-o-t!) We finally fell asleep around...four?? I have no idea.
Bank holiday Monday morning is a repeat performance. Snooze. Wake up. Chat. Fuck. Repeat. Had conversations about D/s, and how fantastic it is to meet someone who seems to know what to do to press your buttons without even having to ask. They just *know.* But by far, the most gorgeous and most exciting thing he said to me was this:
I am so frigging excited to see where this goes. I've known him ten days but it honestly feels like I've known him months and months and months. It's like I'm in an amazing dream and I really really don't want to wake up to find it's not actually happening? Because it's all just too kinda perfect. But for now, I'm going to grab on with both hands and go along with it because this seems like an incredible ride that I can't miss out on.
(Hello, yes I am very aware that I am playing with fire, cruising for a bruising etc etc and if this all goes tits up I am going to be beyond RUINED, but hey ho let's just all pray that doesn't happen ok? I think I've had enough shit relationship karma the last 18 months for someone nice to actually be a thing for a bit, kthksbai)
So we arrange to do "something more proper," following on from the weekend. I suggest crazy golf, which he jumps at the chance to do. Unfortunately we went to get something to eat before hand, and then just got so wrapped up talking to each other that we then didn't want to do anything else.... The ensuing activities at the flat were equally as engrossing. I couldn't quite believe I'd only known him less than a week (and neither could he.) I was desperately trying to keep some semblance of walls up, but to be honest, even by this point it was too late. I am absolutely hopeless at not falling for people, and this is absolutely no exception. When I fall - I FALL.
My hand is forced the next day. Whilst all of this had been going on, I had simultaneously been on a date with a guy from Tinder who I'd initially started talking to months ago (actually mentioned in this past post - the Navy Dom, he'd started talking and we'd negotiated a fair amount before he disappeared without a trace. Turns out he'd been crash called (ie with 12 hours notice) back to his ship and had been in Yemen for 2 months. He'd hadn't ghosted me after all....)
Anyway. He wanted to start seeing me as well, which I thought was on a casual basis, so I messaged him to tell him that I'd kinda met someone else and it was going well etc etc...Turns out this wasn't really ok with him, and he'd wanted something more exclusive.
Upshot is - he wanted me to choose. Now I wasn't going to throw away something potential with NavyDom if I wasn't sure things were going somewhere with RB. So I messaged him, calling him out on his "nothing serious" from his OkC profile...(the previous night he said he was going to leave a contact lens case at mine for "next time...")
"Can I ask you something? You say on your OkC profile that you're not after anything serious, is that still the case? Which is fine if it is, I'm just getting a bit of a vibe that you might be kinda ok with something potentially developing over time maybe? Really not trying to freak you out or anything I promise, but I guess, ultimately, in time, I am looking for something a bit more substantial, and I think you're really cool, so if we're not on the same eventual page I'd just rather know sooner rather than later? Does that make sense?"
Reading back through this, this is BOLD. I'd met this man 6 days earlier, and had been out with him three times. In reference to the first blog post about this man - THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU'RE MEANT TO DO. You're meant to play it cool, or something like that. This is totally Breaking The Rules.
He made me wait, all of....3 minutes before replying.
"I am absolutely happy for something to develop and would be really excited if it does."
See, this is exactly what happens when you don't play stupid games and just come out and ask someone what they want. Like an actual kind of Grown Up.
COMMUNICATION IS FREAKING GREAT PEOPLE.
The next time I go onto OkC he's suspended his account.... so I kinda think I know a bit more where I stand with RB now, and so have to sadly say goodbye to NavyDom.
Fast forward to last night/this morning. I actually have the bank holiday monday off, (praise the lord), so RB comes to mine late Sunday night. He arrives about 11 and as soon as he walks in the door he's kissing me, before spinning me round and grabbing me by the throat, my knees starting to buckle.... before stopping and pulling me into the kitchen and starts making drinks.
We genuinely start chatting about something completely nonchalant for half an hour or so, before he then straddles me over the chair I'm sitting in and kissing my lips and my neck. I am so SO worked up by this point that when he slides his hand under my dress and into my knickers I am just soaking wet. We go upstairs and proceed to just fuck each others brains out. There's no other way of describing it. The first orgasm is while we're actually having sex (quite rare for me), we're facing each other, sat up, with legs pointing in opposite ways and it was so intense I think I tried to actually claw myself inside him, just to try and get deeper and deeper......
The second orgasm was from oral sex, with me sitting on his face. Again, rare for me. The third one was when he was fucking me from behind, reaching around with his hands to rub against my clit. I can't even remember how the fourth one happened. At one point he asked me "what do you want me to do to you?" To which I replied, "cum on my face." He obliged, but "only if you look at yourself in the mirror afterwards." (which I always do anyway cos it is h-o-t!) We finally fell asleep around...four?? I have no idea.
Bank holiday Monday morning is a repeat performance. Snooze. Wake up. Chat. Fuck. Repeat. Had conversations about D/s, and how fantastic it is to meet someone who seems to know what to do to press your buttons without even having to ask. They just *know.* But by far, the most gorgeous and most exciting thing he said to me was this:
“Whatever I do to you, when I bite you, I choke you, I scratch you, I slap you, I fuck your arse, you’ll still always be safe.”
I am so frigging excited to see where this goes. I've known him ten days but it honestly feels like I've known him months and months and months. It's like I'm in an amazing dream and I really really don't want to wake up to find it's not actually happening? Because it's all just too kinda perfect. But for now, I'm going to grab on with both hands and go along with it because this seems like an incredible ride that I can't miss out on.
(Hello, yes I am very aware that I am playing with fire, cruising for a bruising etc etc and if this all goes tits up I am going to be beyond RUINED, but hey ho let's just all pray that doesn't happen ok? I think I've had enough shit relationship karma the last 18 months for someone nice to actually be a thing for a bit, kthksbai)
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