Bedroom Closet

This post will make sense to A___ and L___ and me, and not really to anyone else who hasn’t read everything in this space, followed comments, etc. So, for those of you who have no idea what I’m about to be talking about – I give you this. (A___ and L___, you may enjoy this too)

So here’s what I was thinking: Does our reading of each other’s rendition of events cause the homogenization (is that the right word) of the story, or do we all have some variation of the same theme in our head? I suppose as I think back, this all started after L___ started talking about spankings, or maybe her posting first has changed the direction of the story. That would explain some of it, though A___ and L___ posted almost the same thing without reading each other’s posts.

I’m not complaining here and I don’t want to alter the current process by being logical. I was merely curious.

Anyway. enjoy the picture. A___ and I enjoyed making it.

A___ and I keep getting thrown into the BDSM catagory, which is probably appropriate as we keep mentioning collars and so forth, though we’re far more tame then others there.  Anyway, here’s the Sugasm for the week.

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The story that follows is fantasy. My version of a meeting between S___ an I , and a fellow blog writer.

L___ was arriving in the afternoon, I had wanted to pick her up, but we decided meeting later in the evening would be better, to give her time to get comfortable in the hotel, take a nap, do those things you do before meeting friends.
I was at a slow boil all day. L___ and I had been texting and sending each other pictures since she arrived in town. We were used to this, some peoples friendships are based around comfort and support, ours was on the fact that we looked forward to touching each other. Like little licks and kisses these messages were. A shower silhouette here, a shot of a garter belt there, glimpses of parts of each other we would be exploring fully later that night. S___ did his part in keeping me at a simmer all day as well. As we tried to go about our day, he would whisper in my ear all of the things he was going to do, and wanted to see us do with each other, brush his hands against me, lick my ear, and smile, telling me that I had to wait.
L___ had picked out a meeting place, not quite the type that we would normally frequent but the music was good that night and they had whiskey, somewhat secluded booths and a small dance floor.
We arrived early, I wanted to pick the perfect spot, and I wanted to see how L___ walked into a room. Corner booth, high backs, gauzy drapes creating a lot more privacy than you need for dinner, it was perfect. S___ and I ordered our drinks and waited, my hand on his leg, his climbing up my skirt, before I know it we are kissing deeply, I am crawling into his lap, whispering to him, begging him to fuck me right now at this table. We are interrupted by a small cough and a full smile. L___ had snuck up on us, drink in hand. We laughed and invited her to have a seat. S___ on my right and L___ on my left.
Small talk began, I am quite different from L____ but we manage to find similarities, we make excuses to touch, tasting each others drinks, her trying to convince me that JW Red is better than Jameson. Music becomes louder, talk more difficult, a pause and I kiss her. I lean over and gently take her mouth in mine, sweetly at first, as L___’s body responds and lens into mine our tongues slip past lips and we are kissing just as S___ and I were when she arrived.
First move being made we laugh. S___ has just enjoyed watching so I lean over and do the same to him, feeling his cock through his jeans as I kiss him deeper. L___ looks to me and says we should dance, I look to S___ who tells me the same, that he wants to watch.
L___ and I go out to the floor, making sure we are still close enough for S___ to see, we dance. Closer and closer, hands moving, breasts touching, skin heating up. We are doing what every one else on the dance floor is doing, coming as close to fucking right there on the floor as we can. Our dance seems less frantic though, less needy, more passionate. At this point S___, L___, and I know where the evening will go, so this dance is purely an appetizer, where for others it might be the meal. Soon we are approached by a couple of men, intrigued as men often are by two women so obviously sexually attracted to each other. L___ dances with one a bit, teasing him then tossing him aside returning to me. I am dancing close with the other, L___ behind me, pressing me against him. He says he wants to take us home and fuck us, he is bold. Sounds good, I tell him, but I mention that S___ would be joining us as well. A glimmer in his eye tells me he wants too but his rejected friend sweeps him away. “Just the three of us tonight then”, Liz says laughing. I kiss her again and tell her that the three of us will be plenty for now.

We go back to the table where S___ sits smiling, L___ slides her hand up my skirt as S___ leans to kiss me and stroke her breast. He suggests one more drink and then heading out. I think this is a fantastic plan. I tell L___ I have a surprise for her, she gives me a questioning look, as does S___, he isn’t aware of anything. I give L___ a small box, a little bigger than a bracelet box, but smaller than a tie box. She opens it slowly, curiously, and finds a studded black leather collar, nicely lined, with a D-ring right in front. “It matches mine” I say. She smiles. I look to S___, who gets immediately harder in my hand, smiles and kisses me again.

You can’t flirt indefinitely online. It doesn’t work. Eventually things fizzle out or move forward. This could take weeks or years, but it happens. This is an (as of right now) fictional account of that moving forward – in response to another account. I will not be adhering to the same pattern, only the same story.

You can’t flirt indefinitely online. It doesn’t work. Eventually it gets too personal. Eventually things heat up to where the blog space or social space can’t contain it any more. Eventually flirty pictures and comments in public spaces online become bolder and more lascivious through email. Hints are dropped along with the modesty. Eventually someone breaks the ice.

“I want to meet you”. Decision.

Assume that all agree to meet and plans are made. Assume also that time has passed in which everyone is comfortable enough for this to happen from a remote place. Meeting someone online and arranging an “offline” meeting feels different then just meeting someone in a club and having it escalate from there – it’s more intentional. That other kind is a story for another time. Assume all of this conversation has happened, pictures have been exchanged, rules established, desire has been stoked…

… we can begin …

A___ and I aren’t able to travel at will, so L___ graciously agreed to meet us in town. Afternoon flight. Check in with enough time to relax, meet up at 7… a night of…?… fly out the next day. Nothing lost except the flight and hotel if things go awry. A___ got a text message that afternoon: “Flight was great, hotel is great, feeling great, see you at seven, kiss you soon after… L”. All is ready.

We pack a bag with some things and take a cab downtown. In the bag… that comes later. Suffice it to say that we are more than adequately prepared for whatever mood the evening takes. Also, A___ has dressed as requested (again, later). We’re both excited and nervous: we’ve shared another woman before, but this is as intentional as it’s gotten for us. We’d had several hours after work but before the cab ride to talk and think. We’ve both had some Jameson to calm our nerves and some time in bed together to calm our bodies. All is ready.

L___ has done her homework and chosen a place that suits her well. She had wanted to meet and have a drink somewhere that had dancing. Someplace intimate and dark but with the potential to be crowded. All of which suited us. She mentioned moving on to dinner after, which made me laugh – If the chemistry we assumed was there was, there would be no dinner until later. It wouldn’t be able to happen without the three of us getting thrown out of wherever we went for lewd behavior. Best to talk and eat a little first, and then dine later when the first round of fires has been left to smolder.

We arrive at seven as planned; I normally like to arrive early but realize that being in a someone else’s city to meet them for the first time is a huge disadvantage and A___ and I wanted to level the field a bit. We walked in like we would any other place and looked around – partly for a quiet booth and partly to see if we could spot L___. We found the booth first but before we could sit we were greeted quietly by L___ with a drink already in hand. A handshake for me and a quick kiss on each cheek for A___. Nothing improper or assuming. Nothing lingering, We sit and order drinks and appetizers.

… small talk … drinks …. small talk … food ….

This is a point when time should be taken; to make sure things are as you expected, to add fuel to fire.

…

Conversations aren’t the things that move an evening such as this forward. That’s always awkward and it’s already understood why everyone is here. Usually the conversation is used like liquor; to calm nerves and draw everyone in. Conversation is a cover; It’s hands that do the talking. When we sat down A___ landed in the middle. It was intentional. As we all talked she leaned a bit on me, she was positioned so that her legs could touch L____’s if L____ wanted. So that their hands could do what hands do under tables in dark restaurants. So that they could make a connection if they desired. They got right to work in subtle ways immediately: Although the conversation remained light A___ and L___ were obviously getting more comfortable with each other. It started when L___ sat down and allowed her legs to push up against A___’s. Eventually hands rested on laps and while fingertips studied the hem lines of skirts and explored the limits of stockings. Laughter brought faces closer together. A___ would play with L___’s neck under the pretext of talking jewelry and L___ would lean into A___ in order to hear better, letting the lace of her bra show under her slightly open blouse.

I participated in the conversation and watched them flirt. I love to watch A___ and this foreplay was working wonders on me. A___ would occasionally reach down between my legs and feel my cock hard inside my blue jeans, rub me for a moment, then release. She would smile back at me right before she turned her attention forward again. Occasionally she would kiss me, and I could see L___ out of my half closed eyes watching and wishing… her time would come.

Once I remember feeling A___’s hand with another one in it move onto my lap as I was being kissed. A___’s other hand had disappeared inside a skirt and L___’s eyes had closed. This lasted just a second before A___ pulled away and placed her hands on the table. Silent but smiling.

“Ready to dance?” L___ asked… A___ didn’t say anything, but looked at me. L___ did as well with eyebrows raised. After a moment her hand moved to A___’s neck around the hgh-neck sweater she was wearing in understanding and acknowledgment. She asked me to take A___ to the dance floor, and they move off after I agreed. I was left alone at the booth with my thoughts, my whiskey and a clear view of where they would be dancing.

All is ready.