“Do me a favor, please?” She says, turning to me randomly while we’re watching a show. “Of course!” I say.
“Could you please start and get my coffee ready, and Irish Coffee please, and start my bath water and come back and let me know when it’ll be ready?”
Weird way to ask, but sure. “Of course!” I get the water going, and get the bath started with a towel out and bath oils in. Weird timing, but other than that, I’m not thinking anything of it.
“Should be good to go in a few minutes…” I say, returning. I start to sit down, but she looks at me with this strange look. I stop. “What’s up?” I say.
“I’m going to need you naked with cuffs and collar on, please. Then return here.
I pause. “Now,” is all she says. And she goes back to watching the show.
Continue reading There’s a Remote Chance… →
I love a good game of chance. At least, in theory, I love a good game of chance. But it’s like impact play, really. It’s really hot to think about it. I don’t actually know why that is. But, then when the time approaches, I get very nervous and if I wasn’t careful, would excusify my way out of it happening. Then of course when it’s happening, well… instantly after, just… wow. Too many levels to unpack right this instant.
There’s just a lot wrapped up in that.
These games of chance with Charmer are similar. I love the idea. I love the thought of totally random, unplanned games that can be everything from fun to super challenging.
When she walked out that morning and put down the dice, getting her tea, I pretended I didn’t see it. There simply wasn’t any other reason to wander out first thing in the morning with a D&D die – and I was now in that nervous stage, wondering what was up.
[Charmer: Ha. I wanted you to see it and wonder…]
Maybe if I ignore it, she’ll forget? Ha!
Continue reading Games of Chance →
Read Part I here.
We’re less than a few minutes into this and I can feel that it’s this accumulation thing that is going on. I can tell it’s going to get harder and harder to keep my head straight, especially with the 10s break rule. It’s not a very long time, and I can already tell you that the internal… squeeze is going to get to the point where it’s not enough time to reset.
In fact, now only about 4 minutes in, we’re at that point.
Every edge we hit, I’m struggling to get back under control before things start up again, either by your hand (which, of course, is never late) or mine. Mine requires my head and body to get their respective shit together and recover… in 10s.
Continue reading 10s Rule (Part II) →
“Could you please unlock your phone and give it to me? I need to borrow it… ”
Seems pretty odd, you have your phone in your hand literally as we speak. But I hand over my phone and look at you with that inquisitive look of “what’s up?”
You tap away a bit, then smile. “There,” you say.
“Where?” I ask. I clearly don’t understand.
You look up and grin. “I know how much you love me edging you. And I know how much I love watching you edge yourself. I also know how much you hate… performing for me. But, alas, that sounds like a YOU problem.”
Continue reading 10s Rule →
The movie was great, a real popcorn-worthy movie with all the action, comedy, and raucous fun that good movies have. We’d had dinner, the movie, the drinks, it was a great night.
Continue reading After the Movie →
It’s funny if you look at the many games Charmer has dreamed up. Funny in an odd way.
Each is a bit more evolved, of course, and the evolution usually comes at the expense of my finding a way around the rules.
Continue reading Game Evolution with Charmer →
One of Charmer’s favorite games to play are edging and denial-type games…that, of course, she makes the rules on.
And she’s quite the master at riding on that proverbial third rail, keeping things (er, me) just there, on edge. I have seen her maintain several in a row with less than 20 strokes between them, straight in succession. Well… “seen” is the wrong word. More like “experienced her… maintaining…”
Continue reading Just Hanging Out On The Edge… →
“Do you want the happy end or the angry end,” she asked.
I had to stop and think. I mean, we’re sitting watching TV, what in the world is she up to now? Not only that, but when questions like this come up, it’s usually not what I expect or can guess.
…and sometimes, the consequences of just picking are too much.
Continue reading Happy End or Angry End? →
Scary stuff is a weird topic – it’s one of those things that I’ve really tried to wrap my head around, and have written about it a couple of times when it comes specifically to impact play and a few other things.
The basis? Well, why are we so intrigued by, and simultaneously terrified of, many of the different pieces to do with kinky fun? I mean, who can rationally think through stuff and go “I really like when that paddle impacts with me… or rather the aftermath.” No, your brain kicks in, and “WHOA there. That’s some scary stuff! That’s going to HURT! What is going on here?! Run!”
Continue reading Scary Stuff →
Today’s bingo topic is “Career Success” – I can tell you right off the bat, that I’ve come to learn that this means all sorts of things to all sorts of people, and, to make it even more interesting, I believe it changes throughout your life. What a weird opening.
It sure seems to be the case. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, some extreme peaks and valleys thrown in throughout. I’m not sure at the “highs” that I’d call it success, but at the same time, it’s hard to call all the lows failures.
Continue reading What IS Success? →
Yeah, I know. TECHNICALLY it’s not a “letter” thing for the Snake Den.
It’s ok. I’ll go with it.
So, there we are, just rousting out of bed on a Saturday morning. She rolls over, then rolls over again, now on top of me.
Continue reading 1 is for 150 →
“This sucks!” I grunt, moving things around the shelves, getting dusty and dirty, and realizing just how bad I am at keeping the garage anywhere near the level of organization it needs to be. “I really don’t understand how, with how little we’re out here, things seem to move around, scrounge up all the dirt in the world and pile it on – in places that make no sense. Gah!”
You laugh at me. You know I’m frustrated, but you also know I have a point. Just how DO things get so disheveled when it’s such a low-use area. It really does seem like they have a mind of their own. Screwdrivers, sneaking around. moving paintbrushes and turning cans of oil over. You giggle to yourself again, walking over to me.
Continue reading Cleaning Up the Garage →
Sometimes, it’s all about the socks.
Continue reading Socks →
I tend to tie music, songs, musical events, etc. – to the things that they happened around. I can hear a song and instantly be at that spot in time, that physical location. I get flooded with sounds, sights, smells, even the temperatures of the moment.
Continue reading Music is my thing →
I mean, can you really not respond to Warrant’s “Cherry Pie”? I don’t think it’s humanly possible. Some beats and lyrics just combine to be perfect in the moment and BOOM! There you have it.
Continue reading Sometimes, it’s all about the music →
Once again, she wants to start a game. To see how much torment can be doled out.
“Yes. You do not have permission, of course, and we’re going to test that…”
Continue reading Sweet Surrender…. →
I’ve been writing this post for a while now. I have this idea in my head, and I keep writing, putting it down in the post and then pausing to re-read it. It seems like every time I do, you just happen to be there sneaking a look.
We finally sneak into the room, avoiding crowds. It’s been an incredible dinner – so much amazing and tasty food – just enough that we’re full, but not enough that it’s uncomfortable. And that wine… it was perfect. We’ve been wandering the grounds, looking at the clear sky and all of the stars, and even catching some of the shooting stars that happen to be whirling by tonight.
Continue reading Sometimes, Collaboration Gets… Out of Hand →
I really love these life out-takes. I learn, every single time, something more about how you’re thinking, and that whole “anticipatory service thing” we’ve read and talked about. I mean, it’s impossible, really, to know what you want and like until I’ve seen it. Tasted it. Done it.
But that’s also half the fun. Just when I think I’ve gone just far enough, that I don’t want to presume or whatever other excuse is on my mind, you up the ante or change the rules or just flat out stop something that has been a thing before, but now, simply won’t do.
Continue reading Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (2) →
Honor may seem like a strange word when it comes to the world of TTWD, but it truly is a core underpinning. I was considering how this might weave into all of this that we all write, read and live about, and it occurs to me that honor is really the base of being able to do these things and make them what you need.
Continue reading Honor is a Strange and Important Thing →
“What?!?” I ask… not really sure I even heard you right. Just out of the blue, sitting around binging that latest show, you turned and looked at me.
“I said, truth, or dare?” You hold my gaze, waiting.
I’m not sure I really want to play this game… In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to. Let’s be real. My history with games, and getting any kind of a win, is pretty slim.
“I don’t suppose I can pass?” I ask hopefully.
You giggle. “Nope.”
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Just a drop of light, a hint of shadow and a loose strap.
Continue reading Little of This, Little of That →
You stepped back toward me, “Could you please zip me up?”
“Yes, yes, I can. It would be my honor!” You look at me in the mirror with this quizzical look on your face, then start the smallest of grins.
“Oh, I like that.” You smile at me.
Continue reading My Honor! →
Sometimes, it’s great to re-inject some new energy, some new rules, and some new unknowns into a relationship. Sometimes, it’s time for a sort of “BootCamp” – where you need to be more strict on key items, more active in some.
As we climb into bed for the night, you roll over and I hear you whispering. I can’t make it out, not quite, so I ask you what you said. You repeat it, still whispering.
Continue reading Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1) →
He slid in behind her as she stood at the stove, making that sauce that was to die for. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him, slightly back from the stove, he smelled her hair first, then her neck.
“Mmmmmm, smells so gooooooood!”
Continue reading Spices are the stuff of life →