My Catsuit

Today it hangs forlornly in the hall near the radiator gathering warming (drying) rays. Last night it was matched with a hood, my funky boots and gloves to completely cover me in a second skin, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed.

God, I was hot!

Breathless

Wearing latex is a hot old business especially when you don’t have air-conditioning. Thank goodness I do now, because Rubbermaid came round again and proved once again why I keep inviting him back.

Hooking his arms around my legs and pushing me front first onto the bed, legs spread, immobilised, he proceeded to strum me until I could barely breathe, let alone move.



Not very Dominant I know, but it was his turn in charge.

The Boot Humper

After months of communications over email we finally got together yesterday after our schedules allowed us to meet on a week day, midway between our two homes which are nearly 300kms apart.

There’s something about having a naked man kneeling at my leather clad feet while I’m dressed head to toe in leather that make me so wet, to the point where I teased him by only allowing him to worship to my stocking line, making him smell me. Every now and then I’d flick my toe onto his balls, but then he pulled my foot onto his cock. For that little liberty he received four hard strokes with the paddle.

As he sat at my feet cradling my leg to him, clinging on with tears in his eyes from his paddling I grabbed his hair, pulling his face up and ordered him to hump my boot like a dog.

He left with a smile on his face, a red arse and a sore cock.

The Rubbermaid

He took twenty minutes to polish the latex gloves we had rolled over my fingers and up my arms. The higher the shine on my black covered digits the deeper the far away look in his eyes became.

I soon started to test his tickle tolerance. His feet first, stroking across the skin until his toes curled, the tightness of his skin showing the white of scars passed. I moved up his legs to the join but careful not to touch the rock hard evidence he was enjoying this. I skipped over to his chest, fingers splayed, smoothing the bare shaved chest …before roughly grabbing his right hand in my latex clad left and pushing his arm high above his head, stretching his side, exposing it to slow torture.

When my fingers drifted to his ears, his flushed cheeks, his nose and mouth, his tongue would dart out to touch the tasty morsel so close, before pulling in and sucking hard.

By the end I have a completely naked man lying on my sofa, while I had more on that I had started the evening wearing. The loving removal of the black latex covering my hands put me back to the beginning.

The Sweaty Bodies

‘You’re twenty minutes late, do you want six, twelve or twenty-four?’

‘twenty-four’

A few minutes later his butt cheeks were shining red and his cock was rock hard.

One hundred and fifty minutes, twenty metres of cling film, a pair of scissors, a pin wheel, some candle wax, leather gloves and a few more spanks later he achieved the pinnacle of his evening.

As I lay next to him with laboured breathing, stroking the nail indentation in his shoulder he turned to me, smiled and said, ‘oh my god…that was tops!’

The Pleasant Surprise

I was surfing a little yesterday between sips of champagne and bad television ad I viewed a profile on a dating site I go too. As I closed it an email appeared from that very profile, spooky. A brief time later we were chatting on Messenger a brief time after that he had my address and I was re making the bed (I stripped it when I got up) and showering. We had both acknowledged it was crazy.

He turned up, he was cute. We chatted, I cooked dinner and then we chatted some more and drank a glass of wine. Then he asked if I would like a foot rub, of course my toes got a good sucking first. Well, it kind of went hazy after that, after we started kissing. It was lovely…soft, gentle but passionate. It got rougher as the heat rose in the room but not rough enough to hurt. We’d agreed not to play because I’d been drinking earlier so we made out and that turned into more until he was between my legs and I was gripping the blanket on the sofa ‘til my knuckles went white. That went on for about two hours.

He stayed over, he’d driven a long way and it was very early. We had a hour or more of fun this morning after only a few hours sleep, but oddly enough I’m not that tired today.

He tasted like Raspberries.

The Policeman - part II

He stood me up!

What happened to manners? He made a date and then stood me up. I’m sorry but in my books that just makes him rude. Also I found out a couple of weeks ago that he is on three weeks leave and has made no attempt to rearrange. I wouldn’t go even if he did, but that’s not the point really, is it?

UPDATE 1335 23-12-07 : during an online decussion yesterday (he started it) he told me he was thinking about meeting me again...but that was it, he was just thinking about it. I think I'm going to ingor any further attempts at online contact.