That was so good. I almost wish I still smoked.
Hey, sweetheart. Found this today:
It looks kind of perfect. One of the rooms has these massive beams across the ceiling. Playroom?
Also, guess what came in the mail...
I think Hairspray is next.
Not literally. It just helps ease the sexual tension.
John C. Reilly can sing.
So, the boy and I are waiting for my test results--yes, we're going condom-free. I mean, as much testing as it takes to belong to this joint, and our network, as it were, is so tight (and also very clean), and...screw it, I'm not going to rationalize this. We're clean, it's a statement between us, I don't want a barrier and neither does he. I know there are a lot of people out there who wouldn't go there, ever, but...we aren't them.
And we agreed that we were going to hold off on actual fucking until the papers get here.
And the papers are taking forFUCKINGever.
I'd beat my head against the wall, but that wouldn't be as effective as doing that to my insanely hard DICK. When did jerking off become so damned unsatisfying?
I'm on Blowfish again.
I don't need any more stainless steel ass toys. I don't need any more stainless steel ass toys. I don't need any more...
Damn, but that is sexy. And I need something with a handle.
ETA This one's even better.
Davey stirs and stretches, the bedroom still dark, Tom's body warm and solid under him. He feels fantastic, body still luxuriating in post-orgasmic glow. He props himself up on one elbow, enough light coming in from the city outside the window that he can just make out Tom's features. He loves watching Tom sleep...
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Tom is a little restless, his sleep too light and easily interrupted. Several things have weighed...not heavy on his mind, because they're good things, but they're definitely ( big things. )
I've got several things going now in the hunt for proper, unrestrictive bondage. Unrestrictive to me, not the boy. I need freedom of movement, as you do, when he's all tied up.
Most recently, I found these, which are grippy suspension cuffs. They have a chain going between them, but I bet that can be modified to go onto this. That's a lot of flexibility right there. No big, bulky furniture to get in the way of my movements. I just need a support beam to hang it on.
I love the idea of this one, but the base is pretty damned broad and if I'm walking around, I will fucking trip on the bars there. Also it's a sling, so the proportions of it aren't going to be conducive to rigging up standing bondage.
I'm just going to either need space for all of it, or I'm gonna have to make up my mind. Fuck. I hate having to do that.
(est only, obvs)
So, I'm in the market for a couple of high-ticket items, but I can't make up my mind.
I'm thinking about a Cross, but I want something that does a little bit more suspension type stuff. Having your boy up against a wall can be kind of limiting. There's also the space issue, but I'm thinking of getting a bigger flat, anyway.
So I'm trying to decide between a traditional jobbie that I have to assemble once I get it home, and a suspension kit that goes in the doorway so I can move around him better because I don't yet have the space to put a massive object in the dead middle of the guest room so I can do my menacing pacing-around-and-inspecting thing. Thoughts? Has anyone bought a massive piece of gear that required a space of its own (or for which you had to upgrade your real estate)? I mean, whatever I get, it's going to dominate the room, yeah?
Har. You see what I did there.
Are there any warm Establishment islands that anyone can recommend in particular? I'm considering a trip. Maybe the Mediterranean.
public to the Est
So nobody gets to poke fun at me for snapping myself in my new kit.
[attached: image of Tom hamming it up, as he does, with the come-hither look at the mobile phone camera. He is wearing his new grey cardigan, open, and nothing else. In his non-camera hand is the bead-chain flogger.]
Set end of November, 2011, in response to this thread in j_rhys_meyers's Kink Fairy post. Much love for comments (screened) and for my gorgeous cowriter Rhona who is so freakin' patient with me.
Davey emerges from the ensuite, having finished the final touches to his hair. He's wearing his new gold sequinned jacket with matching tie and shoes over black trousers and shirt, with black and gold ear plugs, and he feels absolutely stunning. He grins at Tom and does a little twirl for him. "So, what does Sir think? Too much glitter? Or maybe not enough? I was thinking about adding gold shimmers to my hair. What do you think?" he asks, sliding into Tom's arms and kissing him.
"I think you look amazing," Tom murmurs, "and I think," he adds on another kiss, "that glitter in your hair--just there--" and he fingers a streak just above Davey's forehead, "would be perfect." He pulls Davey close for another kiss, and then he can't resist deepening it and holding Davey tight.
( Davey melts into the kiss, mouth open and inviting, arms winding around Tom's neck. )
public to the Est
I'm trying to decompress. Am watching Davey interviews. I'm really sort of fried right now, but seeing Davey being Davey always helps.
Yeah. The straightedge one reminds me I probably would feel really guilty if I went out and had a pint and a slab of something made out of a cow. Help.
wrapped in a bright paisely paper inside a gift basket
From Gucci: An Italian silk shirt in an earth-tone belt print.
From Uncommon Goods: A grow-your-own marinara kit.
From worldofgood.com: fair-trade, artisan, vegan candles and a three-bar set of handmade lavender soap.
current; comments screened and loved, and thank you, Vikki, for catching my lack of cut tag. *facepalm*
Davey's waiting when Tom comes home. He tries to, every day, asking Tom to text him when he's done with the shoot so his boy can greet him at the door. Some days it's on his knees, naked, silently asking Tom to take the day out on his boy's skin. Days like today he hands Tom a drink when he comes in - coffee, beer, whatever - and sits him on the bed. Kneeling to remove Tom's shoes, he looks up at him. "Tough one?"
( Tom nods wordlessly. )
Takes place Monday, May 30, 2011; comments screened and threatened by The Bat
The lobby of the London Marriott isn't quite up to Est standards, but Davey doesn't care. Tom's waiting upstairs for him and all his focus is on being with his Sir again. The couple of weeks since they last saw each other has felt like months, and all he's been able to think of on the flight across continent and ocean has been himself wrapped in Tom's arms, feeling Tom's mouth on his. Finally he's on the elevator, watching the numbers climb to Tom's floor, then down the hallway and a quick knock on the door, grin widening in anticipation.
( Tom's at the door before Davey finishes knocking. )
[players not pups, backdated to January 9]
By the time they get to the reserved room, Johnny's heart is pounding, adrenaline starting to make his fingers tingle. He doesn't know exactly what'll happen tonight, but he's ready for a bit of a fight, ready to be taken down but not to go there easily. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity and being "Johnny-on," as Tara calls it, every waking minute of the day. Now he doesn't have to be anything but what he wants to be, and it's a welcome change.
Tom unlocks the door, then steers Johnny in with a hand between his shoulder blades. Just knowing how Johnny wants this to go has Tom aching in his leather, and he doesn't even bother with niceties--once the door's shut behind them, Tom grabs a handful of hair, drags Johnny to him and kisses him hard, ( all teeth and tongue. )
The Dark Knight Rises trailer is out. Don't watch it if you haven't seen the first two and don't want spoilers.
This scares the shit out of me. I mean, I'm about to be the big evil bad guy opposite the Bat. I'm still trying to figure out how I rate.
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