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!

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…

Every night when we put our son to bed Ava does the tuck­ing in (after I say good­night) and I wait out in the hall­way by the door.  She comes out and shuts the door and thus begins our tran­si­tion from adults-with-kid to adults.

Some­times I’m naked.  I’m naked a lot around the house but some­times I’m naked when Ava emerges from the bed­room.  Once a while ago I sug­gested that a good way for me to let Ava know that I was feel­ing par­tic­u­larly sub­mis­sive would be for me to face the wall, naked as I was, and wait for her to emerge and do as she will.  As our house is laid out I would have to wait not as she came up directly behind me…

I’ve never done it.

I’ve cer­tainly felt “that” sub­mis­sive since I men­tioned it; but even on nights when I know I’m feel­ing that way and I stand naked in the hall some­thing keeps me from turn­ing and fac­ing the wall and accept­ing her judgement.

Maybe I can’t really let go…

I’ve been so busy bak­ing we for­got our HNT…but the per­fect oppor­tu­nity pre­sented it’s self.

But I haven’t really wanted too.  Too much work not enough play.  But if Santa by chance gave me one of the lovely corsets, waist clinch­ers, or the NJoy 11, I’d def­i­nitely have time to play.

FetLife Santa, slide down my chim­ney

I’ve tried to be naughty but Ava just doesn’t have the right corset for the task! Help Me

Chicago isn’t halfway, but it’s about the same cost for each of us to fly there. You guys get tick­ets, we get tick­ets. We share a suite at … Arrive Fri­day; leave Sun­day. In between. Who knows.…

Inter­ested?

Which do you pre­fer when it comes to seduction?

The movie played and I sipped my whiskey, stretch­ing out between the two of them, unin­ten­tion­ally arous­ing both.  Head on one lap, feet on the other, I didn’t men­tion the hard­ness I felt under my arm, or object to the gen­tle rub­bing of my ass.  Hands wan­dered as I absorbed it all and I felt the waist band of my pants slid­ing down.  I turned to help them slide off with­out effort and the but­tons of my shirt began to be unbuttoned.

Across the laps of two men, wear­ing only bra and panties, I took the sub­tle touches, the gen­tle kisses, not rec­i­p­ro­cat­ing as much as absorb­ing.  I see the movie flash as I feel their warm hands, and my bra seems to dis­ap­pear.  Kisses on my neck and breasts, caresses though my panties, over my thighs.  I let the mood wash over me and try to put any worry, any nerves out of my mind.

Gen­tly, I’m pulled to me feet and led to the bed­room, where clothes dis­ap­pear and mouths find each other.  Hands roam in the dark, moans com­bine, warm bod­ies connect.

In the morn­ing I feel a chill on my arms but a warm man on each side of me, grow­ing hard again against my soft skin, I snug­gle closer to both and drift back to sleep…

And it was sup­posed to be a P.G. evening…