Bedroom Closet

Last Sun­day morn­ing I was stand­ing at the sink when Ava passed behind me and slapped my (naked) ass.  It wasn’t entirely play­ful.  Or maybe it was; but The effect was star­tling.  My breath went away for a moment; my knees got weak; I wanted more, harder…

Since then the pen­du­lum has swung a few times; I know I should com­mit some para­graphs to these things, but when my mind wan­ders it goes back some­times to the sink, then to my knees, then hog tied on the bed, gagged and blind­folded, not know­ing whats next…

… Maybe next week.  Right now Ava’s being a good girl, doing what she’s told will­ingly and imme­di­ately.  There’s no rea­son to let that pass (though she is like that often).  That’s a post for later.  After we’ve had some beer and she’s show­ered and shaved.

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