I crashed hard overnight.
“What could this guy possibly be going on about?” you say with incredulous exasperation.
“He’s locked down hard, he’s cuckolded, he gets fucking corner time for cryin’ out loud. What’s the problem?!”
You know, it doesn’t really matter, what matters is how my amazing ‘S’ handled it, and me.
And this is what separates the wannabes from the masters of the art of the human dynamic.
She gave me space, then she knew, she knew when to move in. The physical touch, the mental caress of her voice, the surety of her love for me and all that is US.
When we were done, the things said and the tears shed, the intimacy rejoiced and the spent satisfaction afterwards, I was left breathless.
Not in exhaustion, though it had been physically demanding, no it was in wonder, pure friggin’ wonder at this woman who knows me more than I know myself, and who time and again shows me what true love is.
The lifestyle has much to offer, and I’ve never felt more alive, but it can never be ‘Set It And Forget It’.
You’re living on the edge is some ways, and it’s exhilarating beyond belief, and I’ve no regrets, but it’s intense at times. Only a skillful woman can successfully help her man be all that he can be for Her.

“What are you afraid of?”

Warning, adult sexual content!


“What are you afraid of?” she asks me.
“I’m not sure, I guess everything” I admit.
Her hand tightens on my shoulder as she leverages herself to push the plug all the way in.
I grunt and relax slightly as I realize the worst of it is over.
Her breath is hot on the back of my neck and her lips tease my ears. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate. The bathroom mirror is directly in front of me and I nod as my eyes lock on hers.
She smiles and I turn, taking her in my arms.
All too soon our time together is done and she honks the horn with complete abandon, waving her arm out the window at me as she drives away.
I smile and wave back, and I feel good. It feels right. She is an amazing woman and I’m so thankful to be rocking this with her.