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Friday, September 23, 2011

More Tumblr reccs

I've given some serious thought to starting my own Tumblr account. Never mind that I don't know how it actually works (I'm sure I'd flounder then eventually figure it out, much like blogging), but I find myself saving a lot of photos and trying to figure out ways to work them into this blog adding my own commentary, but it doesn't seem to fit with what's going on in my life. (usually) Tumblr works better for the drive by style of dumping a slew of interesting things and saying "Here's some stuff. You might like it. Might not. But it didn't waste too much of your time." I kinda like it. What I like more are the rare Tumblrers who spice things up with a quirky comment. I happen to like quirky, if you haven't figured that out about me. Quirky, weird, interesting, unusual, outrageous, funny, informational, and ridiculous things make me happy to be alive. And how could I not share that? We'll see.......

Of course, this is all dependant upon me finding time in my day for another project. I fear that looking behind the curtain and understanding how Tumblr works will only make it easier to get wrapped up in it. Right now I'm just an accidental tourist bumping into great sites serendipitously. With purpose and knowledge I can just forget about keeping my daily schedule. Hah! As if I manage that now. Remember that Goodwill donation I was gonna make on Monday? Mmm hmm. Still in my car. Today. I promise. Today.

So in light of not keeping schedules and wasting time, would you like to know about some new Tumblrs I've discovered? You would? Okay then.  ;)  In no particular order :

Calboner : Meet Cal. Now meet his boner. It's that simple. Actually, I don't know what the Cal stands for. Maybe California for all I know. What I do know is that his posts are all him, all the time. Some repeats, but goodness, they're worth lookin' at a few times! You may have to look twice just to see all of him.  ;)  The most impressive thing about him is his age. He's 50. *shoos you away with hands* Just go look.

Little Miss Spanky Pants : This site is run by her older boyfriend who takes great delight in warming her backside and showing it off in her cute undies. She sometimes gets a word in, but most of them are "No" and "That hurts". All very unconvincingly, too, by the way. She's very much an indignant brat when it comes time to bend over, but bend over she does. And they post videos. *sigh* Mesmerizing videos that I've watched repeatedly. I'm undecided if I like the spanking, her undies, his hands, or the basic voyeurism best. They've been absent for awhile. LMSP please come back.

James Deen : an account dedicated to gifs, clips, and commentary about this porn star. I wish it updated more often. I don't go much for industry porn, but he's a stand out for me. Maybe it's the sideburns. I don't know. But he fucks like a champ and really gets passionate about his work. He's a seasoned vet at the early age of 25. I thought he was much older. Makes me feel kinda dirty. Doesn't keep me from watching, mind you. :)

Retrogasm : Not sure how to describe this one. I'm still getting a feel for it, but there's a lot of vintage photos and gifs of pretty ladies, weird things, and T.V. stuff. If you like Marilyn Monroe, she has a fabulous collection of rare photos. Just neat. Fits in my quirky category. But a little bit sexy, too.

chasing the green faerie : Nothing to do with absinthe. Everything to do with outstanding photography of fantastic eye candy. Self described free spirited blog with a bohemian vibe about nature, people, and places. I found it last night. Can't stop looking and sighing. It's my new happy place.

I don't have sense to come in out of the rain. : Another I found last night and couldn't turn away from. I like to go back as far as I can when I find an interesting blogger. I want to know them, really get them, as much as I can. Her I like. Read her bio. It's pretty much exactly what I would say about me, except for the Catholic part. She's got a little bit of everything in there, much like I would.

My Daguerreotype Boyfriend : Ever wonder what male historical figures looked like in their prime? Been curious about how attractive men could've been with outdated hair and clothing styles? Yeah. They were still pretty hot and beautifully built. And hey, if you're nothing more than a history nut, this will interest you as well. I giggle at her use of the phrase "my boyfriend" when she writes about these men.

Shit He's Gorgeous : Fairly obvious. A bounty of male beauty to gaze upon. Not too graphic, mostly well groomed (waxed), and not gay themed. Surprising - because you know how I feel about M/M lovin'. Especially the pretty, fuzzy ones...........*sigh*............

On that note, I'm going to say farewell. Have a good weekend my lovies. I know I will, and you'll be reading about it soon enough!

*kiss kiss*

Now, where did I put my harness?....................

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


I have so many ways to approach this post I can't even choose. :)

I'm giddy on so many levels I don't know where to start, so if I jump tracks, just hang on. We'll get there.
First of all it has been a really long time since I've had any below the waist intimacy. Until last night. It was an unusual drought for us, and mostly self imposed by me. The last time anything happened it was "off", and ended weirdly with an awkward comment from Od. We took a few days to clear the air and I decided to let him make the next move. Only he didn't. And then he still didn't.

My limit is about 4 days. Then I get twitchy, the lust bubbles up and I have to take care of things myself. I did. 4 times. I could feel our connection weakening, which worried me and made me go all female and start over analyzing things inside my head. I began questioning our relationship progress. Was it really progress or me just being pushy? Well, I was here if he wanted me. Same time, same place. Every day. For almost 20 days. That's unheard of around here. (recently, anyway)

You have no idea how difficult it was for me to just wait him out. The last time I did that it went on for over 3 years. Granted, I was different then and I was pretty determined to not have sex with him, but still......letting go of control is hard to do when you know the outcome may be unfavorable. This time I was testing him. I needed to know if he was a willing participant in the changes we've made or if he was simply going along. It was killing me, but I stuck with it, despite sleeping like crap and slipping into what I would consider a mild form of depression. Our ANR did little to help with that, somehow only reinforcing my disappointment because there we were 3 times a day in close intimate contact, but then nothing else happened.

Last night I finally got my answer. And so much more. He initiated some play when I was in the bedroom doing some reading. He even got a little bossy with me, telling me point by point exactly how things were gonna go down. It seems he'd been thinking about it all day. He even threw in some dirty talk! I think I shamed myself and whimpered. Can't be sure. Well, he did give me options, but my ability to form an opinion, let alone speak one out loud was overtaken by thoughts of "yes, Yes, anything, thank God, YES!!!" So he told me my time was up, that he was going to eat my pussy now. Um, okay....twist my arm? To say that he couldn't bury his face far enough between my legs is an understatement. I was doing everything I could to help him along like hold him by the hair and grind up to meet his mouth.

That was only an appetizer, and soon enough he had my favorite new toy out, telling me to keep myself busy. I obliged him happily. While he was warming it up under his leg, his fingers joined mine and it felt so good that I was thinking we might never get to my toy. He noticed and said "I don't care if you cum on my fingers now, I'm still using the purewand on you afterwards." Knowing that I'm a one and done kind of woman I opted for the toy immediately. I responded enthusiastically. Gushingly, in fact. Many times. I was grateful for the folded towel he'd placed under me. I didn't have the strength to change the bedding.

While I was cooling down and gaining my legs back we did some talking. He wanted to wait for sex due to neglected manscaping which is physically irritating to me, and had even offered earlier in the tryst to cage up to prevent either of us from caving. (He hasn't been locked up in some time, but more on that another time) But excitement on his part made getting the device on impossible. I'm hoping to get it on him tonight since he seems open to that again. Anyway, I convinced him that I wanted to reciprocate with a long, pleasurable edging session. I wanted my hands on his cock as much as I had needed his hands on me!

During the session I brought him to the edge 5 or 6 times easily with my mouth, my hands and even my breasts as I greased them up with lube and knelt over him. He was very sensitive and was displaying signs of being a bit desperate. I wanted to know how desperate. Something about his behavior made me curious. I pulled a domme card out of my hat.

"How badly would you like to cum right now?" I asked him.

He answered in groans followed by some version of  "Very badly. Right now."

"And on a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want it?" I was taunting him a little, but genuinely wanted the answer.

"Eleven, if you use your tits again. That felt fucking unbelievable." The position had been a little awkward, so I was surprised it was so good for him. What happened next wasn't premeditated, I swear. It just sort of popped out.

"What's it worth to you?" I wondered aloud, as I kept on tormenting him with persistent stroking. I half expected a lame response.

"What do you want?" he moaned as he continued to writhe on the bed and take deep cleansing breaths to keep control of his body.

"You know what I want."

"Tonight?" he questioned, not as panicky as I thought he would be at the idea. And just then I realized this window of opportunity might be real.

"No." I laughed. "But the next time I'm in the mood for it." I waited for him to back down.

"Friday night? Maybe Saturday?" Okay, he sounded a little unsure now.

"Not Friday. Saturday. So I can tease you and warm you up all day" I told him decidedly. I added "And just so we're clear on what we're both talking about, I need you to say the words." For a second I was convinced he'd say the wrong words. But he didn't. He said the most perfect thing to me.

"Saturday I want you to fuck me."

"With what?" I coaxed.

"With your blue dildo, cock, strap on thing....."

That'll do. "Okay then."

And with that I finished him off with a titty fuck that left him spent, weak, and breathing heavy. And I also got my next blog post and a date for Saturday night.

I'll let you know how it goes.  ;)

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Sunday Stealing 9/18/11

I haven't participated in awhile and thought it'd be a good way to pass the time on a boring Sunday afternoon and also to flex my typing muscles. They are pitifully underused recently. I'll spare you the details of my other underused anatomy. *heavy sigh.....*    Wow, sorry, that was more like TMI Tuesday. Anyway, this is part 1 and part 2 all in one week  :

1) Who is the last person you high-fived? My son, I think, when he told me he got a 95 on a Calculus test.

2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive. The draft yes. The war, I doubt it.

3) Do you sleep with the TV on? No. I rarely watch TV at all. I do however fall asleep listening to podcasts. They knock me right out, but waking up with earbuds strangling me is no fun. 

4) Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton? Yep.

5) Have you ever won a spelling bee? Maybe. I can't remember, but I always lasted until the final few. These were not big bees, just classroom or grade level bees.

6) Have you ever been stung by a bee? Just once, but I remember it well. I was in 2nd grade, it was at a football game, on my inner thigh, and it hurt. Badly, for days.

7) How fast can you type? Only as quick as I think, which sometimes is slow. I took typing in school and learned the "proper" way to type with finger placement and everything, but I lost my skill and now I have to look at the keyboard, yet I still make mistakes. I made 3 typing this answer.

8) Are you afraid of the dark? Oh, no. I love the dark and feel comfortable in it, except when camping and I have to trek to the potty in the middle of the night. Why do I always have to pee in the early hours of camping, but I never do at home? Can someone please tell me that?

9) Eye color: Depends on what I'm wearing. Blue-gray, blue-green, and sometimes just blue. They look prettiest when I wear teal. So I'm told.

10) Have you ever made out at a drive-in? No. The last movie I even saw at a drive-in was Turner and Hooch with my boyfriend, his mom and her boyfriend when I was 14 or 15.

11) When was the last time you chose a bath over a shower? A week or two ago. It was bubbly and smelled like lavender.

12) Do you knock on wood? When I use the phrase I do. And that's not often.

13) Do you floss daily? No.

15) Can you hula hoop? Oh, yes. I'm a good hula hooper.

16) Are you good at keeping secrets?  Yes, but it depends on the seriousness of the secret. And I'm a pretty good liar if I need to cover the truth to keep a secret. With that being said, I'm a very honest person (sometimes to a fault) and I'm quick to share things with Od - unless I'm specifically told "tell no one".

17) What do you want for Christmas? To go far far away and stay in a cabin where it does nothing outside but snow.

18) Do you know the Muffin Man? Yeah, and so do my hips. ;) That's why I'm so good at hula hooping. He lives at Panera in case you were interested.

19) Do you talk in your sleep? I've said some outrageous, non-sensical things when I get woken up by being asked a question, but I don't think I talk during sleep.

20) Who wrote the book of love? There isn't one, silly. Don't you know there is no book, pamphlet, guidelines or even rules where love is concerned? It's too tricky.

And now for part 2 :

21) Have you ever flown a kite? A few times when I was a kid and a few times with my own kids. Rarely successfully. Sometimes with tears.

22) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? I do.

23) Do you consider yourself successful? By my own standards I am successful in certain areas and a failure in others. I'm currently working on them. Failing really, really sucks.

24) When was the last time that you made an obscene phone call? I don't recall ever having made one. Now texting is an entirely different subject......

25) Have you ever asked for a pony? No. I never had a horse phase that a lot of adolescent girls have.

26) Plans for tomorrow? Making a lot of phone calls and dropping off a very large load of donations to Goodwill, and spending some time in my studio if time allows. Oh, and I'm also roasting a turkey.

27) Can you juggle? No. I've tried.

28) Missing someone now? Not really.

29) When was the last time you told someone "I love you"? I replied "love you too" in email form about an hour ago if that counts.

30) And truly meant it? I mean it every time I say it or I can't say it at all.

31) How often do you drink alcohol? 3-4 times per month or less, and my limit is 2-3 drinks. I'm a lightweight drinker.

32) How are you feeling today? bored and frustrated, but the frustration is plateauing into complacency. That's worrisome.

33) Have you every tried to write a meme? No, but I've thought about it.

34) Have you ever been fired from a job? Yes. I had to make a choice : be somewhere I wanted to be or get fired for not going in. It was a part time job and I was young and hot-headed. So I did what I wanted, knowing I'd lose my job over it. My enthusiasm for the job was winding down anyway, but I regret the "fired" stigma.

35) What are you looking forward to? Tomorrow. I love Mondays. Seriously. It's a brand new week with a clean slate. I love that.

36) Have you ever crawled through a window? Yep. I used to crawl through my old bedroom window to sunbathe on the patio roof. (and to smoke)

37) What's the most recent bad meal that you had to endure? The grilled pork loin I made 2 nights ago. It was probably in the freezer too long or just not a quality piece of meat to begin with, then I cut the pieces too thick and they were undercooked. Not a good sign when the steamed broccoli is the best part of the meal. :(

38) Can you handle the truth? Yes I can. I just wish others around me could, as well.

39) Whose to blame for what's going on? I don't care to assign blame. It indicates a refusal to take responsibility.

40) What will it take to fix it all up? Accepting the truth, holding ourselves accountable, letting go of egos, and being helpful instead of harmful.

Thank you for playing this week on Sunday Stealing! Please leave a comment or link when you have posted. Stop back and visit other player’s posts. That is really what this is all about, making new friends! Have a great week. See you next Sunday!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Fun bags

Could there be a more vulgar yet still appropriate name for breasts? I found this picture on Tumblr yesterday and was struck with recognition. You see....I do that very same thing. About a gazillion times a day. When I'm home (which is most of the time) I rarely wear a bra. And since developing our ANR almost a year ago my breasts have undergone changes. Some subtle, some not so subtle.

But I've become so much more aware of them. They are an entity of their own now. Before they were just there. Having served their purpose many years ago and being long forgotten by me, they were only brought out to play randomly. And I do mean ran.dom.ly. Completely ignored for a few years, in fact. So....they just shrugged their little boob shoulders and gave up.

Ah ah ah *wags pointer finger* -  not so fast my sad and droopy companions. Things change, and sometimes for the better. My sex life was reignited as was my interest in other things. Kinky things. Unusual things. Relationship building things. Whatever. My boobs got to join in on my new adventures. Little did I know that the extra attention would change them. Some ways I expected for sure. They went from being unproductive to productive. That's a no brainer - and kind of the point. But our ANR has made them larger, firmer, and just plain old more fun. They look better without a bra now. They feel better, too. A little more bounce per ounce you might say. ;)  And with the easy access of going braless quite often, I admit to groping myself simply because I like it.

Yeah, sometimes I'm checking for fullness or lack of, which tells me many different things like : it's close to "snuggle" time, I'm about to start my period, or I need to drink more water. But most likely when I'm caught feeling myself up it's only because these things are so much fun! Consider me enlightened. Now I know what guys see in them. If only they had their own appendages that got nice and plump and reacted in fun ways when they got played with..................

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

TMI Tuesday 9/6/11

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions are brought you by Yummy aka Heelsnstocking and Hedone. Thank you HnS for the theme.


1. What do you wear to sleep in? Nothing but a smile, and occasionally a pair of undies since I was a teenager. Except for my girls' weekends (we share rooms) and when I'm mad at Od. Then I break out the p.j.'s. For someone who sleeps nude I do have a lot of pajamas. My mom gives me a pair for my birthday or Christmas every year. I missed out on my birthday - I guess I know what I'm getting for Christmas. The thing is - she knows I don't sleep in anything!
2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked? Yes. I sneak off to the bathroom naked all the time.
3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked? No. But our front door has a window at the top, and I've been caught making a mad dash down the hall from the bathroom by someone at the door because they got nosy when I didn't answer! It was a door-to-door person, not someone I knew.
4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why? Well, I'm actually a modest person, so just the regular bits, thank you, but I don't mind some cheekage or cleavage. (or sometimes just a tiiiiiiiiiny bit more!)
5. When sunbathing how much do you bare? Again - just the regular bits, but my husband would love it if I sunbathed topless and has tried to get me to do so. Our property doesn't exactly allow privacy.
6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach? The thought is really intimidating, but I'm sure if I went, I might get comfortable enough to do it in stages. Maybe. If you could get me there in the first place. Well, that would be easy. Tell me I could look all I wanted and I'd be there! :)
7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public? If not would you if it turned your partner on? Not really full-out public, but I've flashed a tit inconspicuously at Od while outside e.g. facing him in the driveway, but facing away from traffic, and I may or may not have left some nipple prints on the window glass while I gave him a quickie show that our backyard neighbors could've seen if they were looking. I do it for the naughtiness factor, not necessarily because it thrills me to maybe be caught.  
8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it? Yes, I've given one or two and enjoyed it immensely because I know I was good at it. I've never received one though. The appeal of a male strip club just isn't there for me because I imagine the men are all hairless and oiled up - and that's not my type at all.
9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others? I love skinny dipping. I love gliding through the water with nothing on.  One time in high school stands out. My friend Carrie had a squeaky clean Aloha themed party but when most people went home there were a few neighborhood guys that hung around with a hand full of us girls and we pool crashed at her out-of-town neighbor's place. We all swam with our suits on, but as soon as the guys had to leave we stripped them off and went skinny dipping. We found out afterwards they didn't actually leave, but parked down the street, walked back and watched us!
I just remembered that I also tried on multiple occasions to get Od to skinny dip with me at his dad's place when we had to take care of mail/animals/pool when he was on vacation. I don't think he would, but I remember having fantasies about fucking on the diving board. I know for certain that that never happened. :(
10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness? Do I like to look at naked people? *snort* Yes, but for different reasons. I like to look no matter what because human differences just naturally interest me, and I'm a people watcher at heart, with or without clothes. Also I love to look because a beautiful body is undeniably attractive. There's something beautiful about everyone. I used to be embarrassed about looking, but now I own up to it. I've discovered just how much I love and am attracted to the male body. I'm more voyeuristic than exhibitionistic.
Bonus:  Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public? I think I've gone as far as I'm gonna go in public. I've not had sex in public, and wouldn't want to - if we're talking about having a risk of being caught. I don't want to get caught. I would have sex in public locations if our privacy were guaranteed. Certain outdoor areas are calling to me! ;)
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!
Happy TMI Tuesday!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Feeling playful

It began with a request.

"Send me an email."

He complied late in the day, but with something that delightfully bordered on dirty talk.

Email 1 : "What should I say?"
Email 2 : "Will you suck my cock if I do?"
Email 3 : "Sorry for the late reply."
Email 4 : "Ok. Would you  tug on my balls and nibble my head a little please?"

I was reading my email while he was gone to return movies to the store. I was inspired by his wishlist and in the mood to play along. Admittedly, the naughtiness of his emails and the anticipation of his return amped up my arousal.

I waited in the dark bedroom, under the covers, simmering, planning.

I felt the need for control sliding up on me. A rather elusive feeling lately, but I welcomed it back. Aggressive replaced passive in a single moment. It's a flash fire when taking control feeds the need for more of it, which leads to taking more. It's hard to know where to stop sometimes.

He might be a dead man if he didn't hurry home.

Finally I hear the unmistakable jingle of his keys, and soft thuds in the hallway that bring him closer to me. He flips the light on, surprised to see me in bed already, and chats away about his trip to the store. I say "mm hmmm" in the appropriate places. He also got dog food to which I reply "mm hmmm" as my eyes track him around the room. He offers up a taste of a new bottled drink he picked up. "Mm hmm" again as I reach my hand out for his offering. He watches me drink, glancing at the way the sheets expose what I'm not wearing. I watch him watch me. I think the gears are clicking into place. He knows.

"I'm gonna put this stuff away and I'll be right back, ok?"

"Mm hmmm" I agree, keeping my smirk to myself, but once he's gone it breaks free.

Back in the room, he undresses to join me, but seeing him naked with the removal of only t-shirt and jeans reminds me that it's been way too long since he's donned something special for me.

I halt him at the edge of the bed. "Put some boxers on." For me, this is a rare treat that I must ask for. It's a reverse order of eroticism. The norm is commando. And since I'm feeling cat-and-mouse tonight, I want my mouse accessorized. The better to play with.

Boxers on, lights out, he slips under the covers. He lies there, waiting, breathing expectantly. I wait, feeling my own heart rate accelerate, and chew on my lower lip to keep myself quiet. Patience is hard for this cat, but his anticipation needs to build closer to my own. I wait, then wait some more. His breaths tell me all I need to know. Quick, steady, definitely not relaxed.

I pounce.

He actually jumps when I assault him, so unprepared for my form of attack. He's expecting cock. I go for nipples. His arms were crossed above his head, all ready to relax into the attention he thinks he's going to get. I see a weakness. I love weaknesses. And his reaction only spurs me on. Predators love it when  prey struggles. It only intensifies the hunt. I told him as much, in between licks, nibbles, sucks and bites. My hands press his elbows back into the pillow as I bend my neck over him and really get into my work. His body shudders from the effort of holding still and the intensity of the sensation. It seems I caught him on a ticklish day. I pause long enough to allow him to breathe.

"I can't..." deep inhale "it's too..." pant, pant  "Oh, god...."

"Describe it to me." With a slow swirling tongue I return to my task.

More shuddering. And now squirming.


Curious. His body is a treasure of knowledge and I'm determined to uncover everything. I briefly wonder if the other nipple has the same effect, but quickly dismiss the thought. I'm having too much fun with this one.

On and on it goes. I vacillate between tickling pleasure and biting pleasure at no particular rhythm, with some snarls and growling and chest hair tugging thrown in when his arms disobey. He's warned with a not-so-pleasurable nip.

"Hold. Still."

I run a testing palm across his boxers, scouting for my next plan of attack. He's ready.

"Keep your arms above your head."

With my hands and face running paths back and forth across his chest, his ribs, and finally his belly, I settle in on my knees between his spread legs. But I'm not done with my plaything just yet.

He endures more licking, more sucking, more biting on his sensitive sides. I nip wherever I can get a good grip with my teeth. I clamp my mouth down and suck in earnest wherever there's a smooth patch of skin. And I lick......well.......I lick everywhere - while running my hands up the legs of his boxers and teasing his inner thighs, while gripping his hips as they impatiently squirm, and while I ever-so-slowly work the waistband down one hip, then the other. Then lower. And lower. I leave his legs trapped in them mid thigh momentarily as I take advantage of new areas to lick, suck, and bite. The joint of his legs. Fleshy, meaty thigh. Up to the hip again, across the warm and fuzzy belly - not passing up the navel - to the other side, only to repeat the circuit. I sneak in a wiggly lick on the frenulum and revel in the sharp intake of his breath. Leaning up I spend a few minutes dragging my breasts around his crotch, capturing his erection while skin rubs against skin.  I work my way down to the scrotum but never staying in one place long enough for him to release tension. I like him on edge. I prefer it.

And that's where I keep him. Even after I do eventually suck his cock. And tug mercilessly on his balls. And nibble on the head a little bit. And just for fun I throw in some handjob. With more tugging and more sucking. Repeatedly, until he's reached the edge countless times.

And just to test him, I crawl up his body and take him in, grinding our hips together slowly and closely, leaning back a little while we both enjoy the ride. After a few minutes I pull off him and recline back onto the bed. Words not needed, my prey knows that he's been released.

And now it's his turn to pounce.