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.

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I am the luckiest man alive

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

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.

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

I looked up at her from my knees, her hand grasping the back of my head, holding my hair with just enough force so that I knew she could toss me aside at any time.  Her face was as beautiful as the rest of her.  Dark eyes to match the hair, strong nose, and lips that she had polished a glistening red.  She grinned down at me and pulled me closer, pressing the side of my face against her thigh.  The cold startled me but sent my blood rushing through me.  I could feel the warmth showing in my cheeks as well as the wetness that had begun between my legs.  I found her irresistible and terrifying.  I would do whatever she asked.

She pulled me up by my hair, keeping my face in contact with her the whole time.  My breathing became heavy as I felt more of her leg, the silk of her skirt and the strength of her hand.   She stopped lifting me when I reached her breasts and pressed me against them harder.  Cold and firm, nipples barely covered by the corset, still and silent.  I couldn’t resist.  My lips met her skin and I heard the tiniest of sighs.  As I kissed and licked the sighs turned to moans but  skin stayed cold.  My motions became frantic and I boldly put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer before attempting to release the rock hard nipples I knew hid beneath her corset.  Gently, but firmly she stopped me.  “There’s time.  There will always be time” she whispered softly pushing me back down to my knees and pulling me back against her thigh…

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…

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…