Bedroom Closet

Tonight is definitely an off night (BC Speaking) for a few reasons:  A___ is sleepy (and not like in the “wake me with your cock” sleepy, cause we all know how much I like to do that..).  I’m not sleepy.  I’m moving files from my computer to an external drive, which requires no attention except every ten minutes – not enough time to get my hands dirty on… other things.  And there’s nothing really new to read that inspires, so.

Bleh.  I hate that I’m turning into one of those bloggers that fulfills my quota with pictures.

So I won’t

excerpts from a conversation we had last night. A___ is on top. Almost ready to cum

A___ “I wish I could see inside your head”

Me__ “Why?”

A___ “I think it would be neat”

Me__ “What would you want to see”

A___ “Well, when you say ‘I’d leash you together and go down to the hotel bar in between times’, I would like to see that”

Me__ “How does it look in your head?”

A___ “Facing each other with our collars connected so that we’re so close, but can’t kiss, with our hands bound in such a way that we can feel each other but can’t touch each other. It would be torture”

Me__ “That’s pretty much what I had in mind”