Panty Bandit
This must be some kind of karmic come-up for my post about the panty smelling fetish guy…
Just a couple of weeks ago, I was seriously wondering how I had managed to collect so many panties.
Second Sunday Good-Byes
(This was my first Sunday in Houston, back in July. I’m finishing it because I said I would. The Facebook conversation-parts have all been deleted; I still have the text messages.)
Very early Sunday morning, after sharing some very special intimate moments, I grasped TC’s resting cock and held him in my hand. As we were drifting back into dreamland, he mumbled, “Yours.” In response I squeezed a little tighter for a moment and whispered just below his earlobe, “Yes, Papi. Mine.”
I wished I could have slowed time completely for that single moment. It was so comfortable there with him, nestled into his shoulder. I was warm, sated and felt adored.
We slept until about 8AM and then TC offered to go out and get us coffee again. This time I didn’t object as I had the morning before, understanding that he needed and wanted to be able to do this for me. Also, it’s possible that he wanted some time alone.
It’s His Birthday, but I Get the Gifts…
In two weeks, I will be with TC for three whole days and two whole nights! I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am to be with him again!
It’s funny because, when we made our arrangements for our first meeting, we only had to wait one single month. Now, for our second meeting, we will have waited a total of 9 weeks. That’s over two fucking months! (And I thought 4 weeks seemed like an eternity…)
I never want to wait that long to see him ever again!
From a Man’s Perspective
We’ve just gotten our cocktails as I find your thigh under the table… Smooth under that nice loose summer dress. You smile those bedroom eyes as I sweep my hand up, up, up and then circle back down the top. As a little tease.
I still have a smile on my face from last week when you took me over the top with your oral ministrations… Cycling up and down with lovely stroke, nibbles to my cockhead, sweet massage of my balls, and all as you smiled up at me. Oh god baby, that was good!
We chat about things as I pull my hand up the inside of your thigh. You part your legs reflexively; I push down between a little and find that warm pocket and nestle the heel of my hand a fingers in. Nudging and pressing, stroking over top of two thin cotton layers. Read the rest of this entry »
My First Night With TC
It was a good thing that I’d memorized the (very simple) way to get from the airport to our hotel. Because, even though I handed the post-it note with the directions to TC and asked him to navigate, he obviously had other intentions.
He caressed my fingers and I squirmed. He caressed the back of my neck and I squirmed. I wanted so badly to just close my eyes and enjoy his hands on me; I had to fight the urge not to melt (or squirm harder 😉 ). It was totally unfair that he was doing any of this to me while I was attempting to drive and navigate! (Little did I know how much more unfair the weekend would get as it progressed.)
It’s nothing short of a miracle that we found the hotel, let alone made it there alive.
Trying Something a Little Different
credit: Lessa’s Memories
I bared myself in front of him, all except for my panties
At first I wanted it to be all about him
If my panties were on, I was less tempted to jump on top of him too soon
Smitten with Him 