The win­ter air on my cock felt cool like your lips; whiskey lips. Sub­tle and envelop­ing.  The heat from the shower a con­trast; remov­ing dis­trac­tions and cre­at­ing focus. My hand slowly started what I imag­ined your mouth would do: work­ing up and down as I leaned in. The win­ter air felt cool…

All I could see through the steamed glass were the ghosts of lit apart­ments across the court­yard. The water and win­ter made short work of my sight. One hand on the frame pro­vided bal­ance as I watched the evening through fogged eyes and slowly began…

The sounds of peo­ple com­ing and going were lost to the pulse of the water and my breath­ing. I had no inter­est in them; with the bath­room lights on they could clearly see exactly what was hap­pen­ing but I’d left them off so the moment would be entirely for me…

An Anony­mous Exhibitionist.

My hand con­tin­ued to slide with the soap up and down until I could no longer stand with­out lean­ing against the glass; frozen to my skin like the air on the tip of my cock. Behind me and inside me the heat rose to meet the cold until I had to kneel on the lip of the tub agains the tile, nearly slap­ping myself on the win­dow sill…

It felt like the orgasm started in my chest and moved up and down simul­ta­ne­ously. My open-mouth moans smear­ing the steam from the glass near my face while my cum sprayed out into my hands. Again and again I felt the thrust and the thrash as I pressed my body against the win­dow with release…

Finally it was done and I was left rest­ing as I’d been.  The noise of the water roar­ing back into focus. My vision tem­porar­ily cleared by the move­ment of my face. As I rested I noticed a cou­ple look­ing up at me from the light of the entry as they fin­ished their cig­a­rettes. They pointed towards my win­dow, smiled and turned to go back inside.

I didn’t have any fun, new or orig­i­nal pic­tures to share.  We’ve been quite busy, as is obvi­ous by the com­plete lack of writ­ing here.  I keep telling Simon to get to it.

So in lieu of new expe­ri­ence or sto­ries I’ll give you this, dif­fer­ent sides of both Simon and I.

Simon is one of the most kind hearted, amaz­ingly sweet and sen­ti­men­tal men I have ever met.  (In addi­tion to being one of the sex­i­est, smartest and self con­fi­dent)  He works hard and can come off as very seri­ous and a lit­tle terse at times.  But I get to see all of him, includ­ing the kit­ten lov­ing, cover hog­ging, Sun­day morn­ing snuggler.

My “other side” comes out when I’m a free of respon­ci­bil­ity, when our boy is with familly for the week­end, or I’m going out  with friends.  I turn into a more spon­tan­ious, care­free and ocas­sion­ally vain per­son.  Even with all of my body hang ups and being uncom­fort­able in my skin a lot of the times I have my vain moments.  And the thing that always gets the most atten­tion dur­ing these times is my hair.  I love the color, the straight­ness, the way it moves and hangs just right when I do it right.

So todays HNT is about per­cep­tion.  To many Simon may seem stern and hard and occa­sion­ally cold, when I know he is just the oppo­site.  And I often appear to be the lov­ing mother who has let her­self get lost in that shell, when on days I am that woman who knows she looks good and has no prob­lem flirt­ing from across the room.

Vaca­tion is start­ing later today for both of us.  Some­thing we both need.  So the HNT is up early with me, relax­ing in bed.  And Simon show­ing me how warm he stays even out­side in the freez­ing tem­per­a­tures

So I finally got off my butt and took a pic­ture   Squeaky clean, even if I’m a lit­tle late!

I’ve been slack­ing on the HNT’s lately, I’ll get back in the swing, I promise.  But as usual Simon is on top of things

Simon gave me a prize for some good work I did.  I could write down three things I wanted.  He would pick one.  None could be dupli­cates.  This was a dif­fi­cult thing to do.  So I asked if I could give three sce­nar­ios, three vignettes that would tell a lit­tle more than what one sen­tence could.  Some may be longer than others…I have some spe­cific ideas…but I thought I would start with the sweet and simple.

Pam­per:

Can­dles were lit in the liv­ing room, it was warm, there was clas­si­cal gui­tar play­ing softly in the back­ground.  He had cleared off the couch and cof­fee table, straight­ened the room and there was a glass of wine poured and wait­ing.  I sat down and smiled, tak­ing a sip, a good start to the evening I thought to myself.  He said he was tak­ing care of din­ner and I laughed.  Sit back and relax a bit I was instructed.  My feet were lifted and placed on a pil­low on the table and his hands wan­dered up my legs, mas­sag­ing the my calves mov­ing up my thighs until they reached the warm spot between and began gen­tly rub­bing.  He kissed my neck, and nib­bled up to my ear, “Cir­cle what you would like, I’ll be back” he said before hand­ing me the Chi­nese take-out menu and walk­ing away.  I love it when he takes care of din­ner.  I kept work­ing on my wine and before I knew it I was done with the glass and he was back.

My glass was slipped out of my hand and refilled before he handed it back.  “Come with me” he said pulling me gen­tly to my feet and lead­ing me back through the hall to the bed­room.  Again my glass was taken from me.  Gen­tly it was set aside and he began to undress me.  Slowly and gen­tly he unbut­toned my shirt and slipped it off.  With the same care he unbut­toned my pants and slid them down, lift­ing each leg gen­tly then toss­ing the pants aside.  I was in bra and panties when he handed my glass back and stood, admiring.

His hands started to trace my body, gen­tly touch­ing each curve, every freckle, every line, every part that I see as per­fect and flawed.  Then his mouth fol­lowed.  Kiss­ing each con­tour, his tongue dart­ing out to taste where he liked all while his hands unfas­tened my bra and let it fall to the floor.  His atten­tion moved to my nip­ples as soon as they were exposed.  Already hard from the atten­tion he hard­ened them fur­ther, draw­ing each one into his mouth, trac­ing it with his tongue then gen­tly blow­ing on them as he released.  He had pushed down my panties as he was enjoy­ing my nip­ples and soon a hand was between my legs, feel­ing the mois­ture and heat that had been devel­op­ing.  Slowly and gen­tly his fin­gers played, slid­ing in between the wet lips, slip­ping into the hot wet hole they cov­ered.  I was pant­ing when he stopped and again took my hand to lead me.

The bath­room had been lit with can­dles as well.  But it was more than that.  The nor­mal clut­ter had been removed, the space was clean and glow­ing, with a pile of plush tow­els wait­ing to dry as well as some folded by the tub for use as a head rest.  The same music was play­ing and steam and foam filled the tub.  I smiled as he helped me in and went to refill my wine.  When we came back I was enjoy­ing my soak.  In one hand was my refilled wine, the other a water pitcher.  “Lean for­ward” he said and he began fill­ing the pitcher and pour­ing the hot water over my head.  I have always loved hav­ing my hair washed, it’s such a lux­ury, such an amaz­ing inti­mate thing, it doesn’t hap­pen often.  His hands ran through my hair lath­er­ing it with my favorite sham­poo, mas­sag­ing my scalp and rins­ing it with the pitcher.  His atten­tive­ness was intox­i­cat­ing, I just wanted more of it.  When the sham­poo was done he began wash­ing me.  The large sponge he had was cov­ered in almond soap and gen­tly rubbed over my entire body.  He focus on his task but man­aged to treat me with even more at the same time.  His hands and sponge lin­gered on my breasts, explor­ing each curve attend­ing to the nip­ple as well as the under­side.  Spe­cial atten­tion was paid to my feet and legs, the soap work­ing to help with the gen­tle mas­sage.  And once again when his hands found my pussy the lips were parted as he gen­tly pushed inside me.  I was gen­tly lifted so that my ass could be prop­erly attended to, soaped and mas­saged, the tight hole cleaned and teased ever so gently.

Once I was thor­oughly clean he sat back to admire again.  “Would you like to shave?” he asked, know­ing that it is some­thing I pre­fer to do alone.  When I nod­ded dream­ily that yes I would he handed me a new razor and bot­tle of shav­ing cream.  He then left me to my work but not before set­ting down a small bell.  “Ring this when you are fin­ished, before you get out.”

I took my time.  I enjoyed the scents and the warmth and the feel­ing of my own skin.  And when I finally fin­ished I rang the small bell and sat back to wait.  He returned and helped me out of the tub, wrap­ping me imme­di­ately in one of the warm tow­els that were set aside.  The other he handed to me, laugh­ing that he couldn’t pos­si­ble do that “thing” that I do with the towel and my hair.  He dried me thor­oughly, then again took my hand to lead me from the room.

There was a sheet laid out on the bed and my favorite lotion was laid out, I was sur­prised, but not dis­ap­pointed to see the vibra­tor was out as well.  Can­dles were lit in every cor­ner, the music was light, and I gladly laid down when he motioned me to…

Restrain & Train:

A night of sen­sory extremes, in plea­sur­able ways.  Con­sider it a chal­lenge, to heighten my feel­ings, to make me feel things differently…

Bound spread eagle across the bed, blind­folded, cold toys and warm fin­gers alternating…

Hog-tied with toys strate­gi­cally placed, mak­ing my pussy vibrate as I feel your cock rub­bing the soles of my feet…

On my back with wrists and ankles bound together as your tongue and fin­ger my ass…

Wrists bound to the bed, blind­folded as you slowly use the dildo on my ass, get­ting it ready to take your cock…

Mak­ing me cum in every other than I am used to…

Feel­ing your cum cover me every­where other than my pussy…

Bound and blind­folded, lis­ten­ing to you watch porn and use me as a prop…

Used, but not dom­i­nated, taught but not pun­ished, pushed in ways that I wouldn’t expect…

Serve:

You would be at my mercy.  And I can be very sweet, but I can be very demand­ing as well.  You would be used sex­u­ally, that is cer­tain.  But also for the things I just don’t want to do, the things that I feel above doing at the time.  A sex­ual prop, an errand boy, a ser­vant.  A foot­stool, a masseuse, a place to set my ash­tray.  You would be used in many ways depend­ing on my mood.  But one thing is promised.  You would have your face buried in my pussy often, and at least once it would be as I was hav­ing a cig­a­rette and a whiskey by the window.

Three ideas, three prizes, any of which I would greatly enjoy.  I’ll let you know which I win.  I really have no idea which one he will pick, but he has had this pic­ture on his desk­top for awhile…

It’s been cold here.  Very Cold.  So cold that I am rarely more than half naked, and Simon.  Well, Simon is always half naked but even he has had to take steps to keep warm. 

Or, just watch­ing Simon dec­o­rate.  He helps with those places I just can’t reach