Over the last couple of months they have been a few interludes of the kinky kind, but none that were worthy of being written about.
This weekend however, Mr. Wrong was in town, so I’m now having trouble climbing stairs and keep grinning like an idiot.
He arrived on Friday afternoon and straight away the magic was back. We had silly music in the car, the conversations that start off clean but soon digress into pure porn and the touching of hands to thigh while I drove. I’m actually surprised that we actually made it to Hellfire, but then that was the event he’d come down for.
We did a few ‘nilla things that folks do when they are away for the weekend. Had yum cha with a friend, watched a movie, went wine tasting and fixed one of my dining room chairs. Mr. Wrong is very handy, and I’m not just talking DIY.
We also got up to allsorts of wrongness that felt ohh so right.
He dressed in latex catsuit, ballet boots, gloves and gasmask, lay on the bed and then I teased him until he couldn’t hold back anymore. It took a while getting there and for a dominant man, he did very well. I enjoyed the fell of him dressed in full latex, while I started in a mini T and shorts, having just had a shower. I needed another shower once we’d finished.
The next night we were both a bit knackered after the excess of the previous evening and a very full day, but still we ended up in situation that will make us both giggle for a while. Just before going to bed, I felt the need to give him a big kiss, but outside in the fresh air, as it was such a lovely night. We ended up have sex in the car like a pair of 17 year old hiding from our parents. It was, I have to say, awesome! It’s really quite amazing the positions you can get into in the back seat of a Subaru Outback.
The last night we really were both exhausted having spent the day driving to the Hunter Valley and back. At 10pm we decided to call it a night and behave ourselves. We both climbed into bed and turned to each other and started chatting (it’s what we do, loads of chat), after about ten minutes, he asked, ‘have you ever just laid down in your latex?’
My answer was no, and we were both out of bed and dressing in catsuits, etc before I’d even finished saying it. Needless to say, we didn’t just lie down and at one point I even ended up cuffed to the St. Andrew Cross.
The day he was to travel home, came too soon. I’d taken the day off work and we spent the morning doing a latex photo shoot. I was dressed in latex; he was in jeans and a t-shirt. All was going well, until he asked me to lie down on a white fluffy background and then straddled me to get a close up. Before we knew it he was starkers and I was in doggie pushing my face into the rubber sheeting.
This weekend however, Mr. Wrong was in town, so I’m now having trouble climbing stairs and keep grinning like an idiot.
He arrived on Friday afternoon and straight away the magic was back. We had silly music in the car, the conversations that start off clean but soon digress into pure porn and the touching of hands to thigh while I drove. I’m actually surprised that we actually made it to Hellfire, but then that was the event he’d come down for.
We did a few ‘nilla things that folks do when they are away for the weekend. Had yum cha with a friend, watched a movie, went wine tasting and fixed one of my dining room chairs. Mr. Wrong is very handy, and I’m not just talking DIY.
We also got up to allsorts of wrongness that felt ohh so right.
He dressed in latex catsuit, ballet boots, gloves and gasmask, lay on the bed and then I teased him until he couldn’t hold back anymore. It took a while getting there and for a dominant man, he did very well. I enjoyed the fell of him dressed in full latex, while I started in a mini T and shorts, having just had a shower. I needed another shower once we’d finished.
The next night we were both a bit knackered after the excess of the previous evening and a very full day, but still we ended up in situation that will make us both giggle for a while. Just before going to bed, I felt the need to give him a big kiss, but outside in the fresh air, as it was such a lovely night. We ended up have sex in the car like a pair of 17 year old hiding from our parents. It was, I have to say, awesome! It’s really quite amazing the positions you can get into in the back seat of a Subaru Outback.
The last night we really were both exhausted having spent the day driving to the Hunter Valley and back. At 10pm we decided to call it a night and behave ourselves. We both climbed into bed and turned to each other and started chatting (it’s what we do, loads of chat), after about ten minutes, he asked, ‘have you ever just laid down in your latex?’
My answer was no, and we were both out of bed and dressing in catsuits, etc before I’d even finished saying it. Needless to say, we didn’t just lie down and at one point I even ended up cuffed to the St. Andrew Cross.
The day he was to travel home, came too soon. I’d taken the day off work and we spent the morning doing a latex photo shoot. I was dressed in latex; he was in jeans and a t-shirt. All was going well, until he asked me to lie down on a white fluffy background and then straddled me to get a close up. Before we knew it he was starkers and I was in doggie pushing my face into the rubber sheeting.
I have to confess to feeling sadness as I drove away for Sydney’s Domestic terminal.
