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.

Late. Not really.  But it feels that way. You’ve been asleep for hours but I’m not ready.  I know I should too but if I climb into bed now I’ll take you over.

I stole two cig­a­rettes and I know I shouldn’t but still…  Maybe this will earn me the spank­ing I need; except we’ll be hav­ing a house guest so that’s out.

You’ve looked so fuck­ing sexy it’s hard to keep my mind on my job.

I drank the last of the whiskey and thought about you with a corset and a strap on.

…

I am the luck­i­est man alive

.…

I need to be writ­ing more so that when I sit down to try it’s not this disjointed.

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

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…

The other night Ava men­tioned to me that she was flirt­ing with a blog-girl over twit­ter.  That flirt­ing led to an exchange of IM’s.  I don’t know if it’s got­ten any fur­ther than that but it’s cer­tainly got me think­ing again…

It’s too bad they live so far away.

I was try­ing to write a post tonight about spank­ing; Ava and I have been in nego­ti­a­tions this evening over who should be spank­ing whom (we’re draw­ing cave-art-as-hints on our bath­room mir­ror).  The trou­ble is that the post just isn’t there.

I reach for it, I see it in my head, but… nothing.

Maybe I need a good spank­ing to clear my head or maybe I need to reestab­lish a firm hand and get my blood flow­ing.  Who knows.

Con­sider this a start at clear­ing my head.

It seems so con­trary right now; in I’m my col­lar and leash and you just used my mouth to get off. But I can imag­ine a night with you blind­folded from six pm until you wake the next day.

No sight.

He is over and we are hav­ing an evening. You are the prop; the toy

And you can never be sure who is what.

We would tease you all evening. Make you pro­vide ser­vices. You’d know who was who sone­times. Other times though … Ulti­mately you’d do what you are told. And you’d like it.

When it was time to sleep you’d be sur­rounded by two men, two sets of arms, and totally com­fort­able with two cocks.

I have a ton of work to do tonight; as a web­site designer I’m locked into a “when­ever there’s work” sched­ule.  I’d rather be play­ing though.  Ava’s come up with a novel solu­tion: she says if I promise to do my work tonight she’ll hang around in a school­girl skirt and white but­ton down, maybe sit on my lap a lit­tle.  She said she might even spend some time under the desk.…

There’s NO WAY i’m going to get any work done under those con­di­tions though I intend to try my hard­est.  Her other sug­ges­tion recently was that I be tied to the chair while I work until it’s com­plete.  Equally hard to work but with far more chal­leng­ing con­se­quences when I’m naked.

Choices.

Trav­el­ing cre­ates some inter­est­ing dilem­mas for us right now, stay­ing with fam­ily puts a bit of a hold on some of the more rough and tum­ble games we play, but gives us a whole new world for pic­tures.  Simon enjoyed the light in our room this morn­ing, and a quick stroke or two…he’ll be pin­ning me down tonight though, not sure that he can hold out much longer.