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 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

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…

It’s too bad they live so far away.

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.

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.

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.