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Construction Site (WW Prompt, first post on timeline)

The recent rains were brutal on the not-yet-paved roads out to the new lot. While I was really excited about the location, the truck was bouncing around so much that I am having second thoughts about how it is going to be when storms rolled through. I found that if I gunned it over the normal washboard stuff, it smoothed out.

You? You want me to gun it the entire way up the hill. Through the seemingly ocean-sized puddles, over the ravines, down the gullies. It’s like watching you ride a mechanical bull, hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear as I fight the steering and bouncing around.

It’s great!

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Just a Tug, and a Wrap

It started innocently enough.  We were messing around, joking about this or that, had already had dinner.  It was one of those really casual, easy evenings where everyone’s guard is down, everyone’s just relaxed.

I go to sit down next to you on the couch and don’t think much of it.  After I sit though, I can feel your eyes burning into me.  I look up to see that, sure enough, you’re staring straight at me with this… look.  You know me and looks, so I’m trying to figure out what I’ve done that wasn’t quite right.

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Sometimes I Talk Too Much

What a glorious day – the beach is beautiful, the sun is perfect.  Not too hot, but that special warmth on the skin that makes you want to just take pause and lean back and enjoy it.  There’s a slight breeze even, coming off the ocean and through the small bushes and trees up and down the beach.  We have this perfect spot, clean sand, some greenery, easy short trip to the cabana bar and just… silence.

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Touchless Torture

As we’re just watching some TV, catching up on a few shows, you disappear to the back of the house for a few minutes.  Happens all the time, so I didn’t think anything of it.

But then, just a few minutes later, you walk back out in this lingerie, heels, and nothing else but that smile.  I can’t help but grin too.  I mean, come on.  It’s going to be a great evening!  You pull me up to standing with just your finger under my chin – one long, slow motion and I’m standing.  And standing at attention.

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On Display

Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited.  They were all women.  You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc.  You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun.  Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.

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So Wet

We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring.  We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown.  Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.

It’s also been raining all day.  The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.

We’re soaked to the core.  The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.

As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open.  We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints.  You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions.  It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.

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The Silent Treatment

“We’re going to try something different today..”

I always wonder how you come up with these bizarre things.  From challenges to toys to just simply situational stuff.

You walk out of the room and I have the distinct impression that I’m NOT to follow.  You come back with the bench (fun!) and your assortment of implements (not necessarily as “fun”) and tell me to strip and uncage.

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Challenge Day 12 – Story – Festive Lights

We’ve been bumming around all day and decide that we want to head over to the neighborhood that does all of that holiday season lighting – it’s a local tradition, the majority of the houses decorate in some way.  There are some that are extravagant beyond belief and others that are much more basic, but it all comes together in a great show of lights.

There are also about 1.2 million people here to see the lights.  Some walking, some on horse-drawn carriages, some in small groups, large groups… the works.  It’s a community gathering that lasts for weeks.  But of course, here we are, trying to pull off a tryst in the middle of it all without scarring children or causing an uproar outside of the two of us anyway…

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A Different Type of Torture

It’s been awhile.  A while since you’ve told me to just, essentially, lay back and relax.  I have come to know and understand that that’s not REALLY what you mean.  What you REALLY mean is lay back and hold on tight… because you have plans to do something, try something… or just want to play around and see what happens.  I’m not sure, but I think this last one is the most challenging – because it usually means any kind of reaction that you think is interesting – if it happens, you get all over it to see how far you can push it.

Turns out, pretty far.

Tonight you are all business.  As soon as I lay back, you start to toy with me, stroking, teasing, walking me down that narrow ledge.  It hasn’t been that long, so I’m not really expecting to get the golden “yes,” but you’re definitely coming after me with great abandon.  Usually you’ll race up to the edge, slow, or stop, then repeat that.

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Ratios. And Forcing the Issue.

As you lay back and pull me to you, you draw my lip into your mouth as we kiss – nipping at me, biting, kissing, releasing and pulling me back to you for more.  One of my favorite things is kissing you, which seems… odd for a dude maybe, but it is, and has always been, a huge hot-button for me.

You take advantage of that so frequently.  It doesn’t take much – from your tongue dancing around in my mouth, to pulling mine into yours to small bites and more substantial chomps, you know exactly how to get my attention, and I, yours.

Your neck.

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The Front-to-Back Challenge

“You keep writing about this pain/pleasure mix up in your head.  That the two play off each other so well and that it’s so much fun.  I mean, sure you don’t SAY it’s so much fun in the moment, but the fact is, it keeps coming up.”

You’re sitting there, looking at me for a response.  I’m never quite sure if I should jump into things with both feet or hold off to see what you have in mind.  I mean, has anyone read the Scrabble chronicles?  Seriously.  I nod.

“So, we get to test it.  Plain and simple.  Today, I give you permission to have an orgasm.”

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3 Minutes. You can do ANYTHING for 3 minutes, right?

That’s how the day started.  You were just joking around, or at least I had no idea what you were really referring to when you asked. Just out of the blue, you  asked me…

“You can do ANYTHING for 3 minutes, right?”

I kind of jokingly answered that I thought I could – pretty much anything anyway.  Of course then my mind wandered to all of the things that I was pretty sure I COULDN’T do for 3 minutes.  Fire.  Falling.  You know, DYING stuff. But sure, I was pretty sure you didn’t have that mind anyway.

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The Slow Fuse

“Yes, until you tell me to stop,” you tell me slyly as you look at me with that look out of the corner of your eye.  “And, of course, if I don’t feel like stopping, I won’t.”

Those words keep dancing around in my head during dinner as I’m trying to get what you’re saying.  You’re talking about anything and everything BUT the upcoming session tonight.  The weather.  The other people around us.  All of it.  Every now and I hear you say under your breath with a little giggle, “oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

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Public Charmer vs. In-Private Charmer

It’s the strangest thing.  You’d never know it to look at her, but when the mood strikes, it flashes through her eyes, curves just the corners of her mouth a bit and then is gone as quickly as it arrived.  But there’s something about the energy coming off her, something that changes from “out and about” to “pay very, very close attention and don’t mess with me.”  It’s magic.

I’ve had times where this flash happens just as we get up in the morning.  Other times in the middle of lunch, still others after dinner.  I’m not sure there’s any logic to it, but if you miss it, you should probably start worrying about what comes later because it also means that you won’t have been able to feed the Domme-beast (in a good way) from then forward.

This isn’t to say that it’s a bad thing. Quite the opposite.  It’s amazing.  I wish I knew the switch that flipped or the situation that enables it or the things that I say.  Of course if I did, you can bet we’d live right there, on that edge, all the time.

Still, no one notices, but I get the look, the glance.  I’m on high-alert.  Sort of like DEFCON status.  Things get really interesting when this bakes all day and lust starts to kick in.

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Surprise Service Submission

“Honey, can you come in here a minute please?”

It’s all I hear from the other side of the house.  I wander through, trying to figure out where you are and finally find you in the library, in your personal space, with your books and books and more books.  This is where you come to escape.  But when I look at you, you’re in what can only be called classic librarian mode.  Sort of.

You’re there, hair up, glasses on, pencil in your mouth, facing the other way, leaned back in your most comfortable reading chair.  You’re in this dreamy state that I think I recognize…

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Dancin’ (Most) of the Night Away

I see you across the club, having a drink, dancing with various people, just generally swaying to the music and having a great time.  I, on the other hand, can’t take my eyes off you.  You’re in this flirty-wispy short country-style skirt and have on boots and an incredible hat.  Watching you dance, line dance and just, well, watching you is becoming hazardous.  I’m pretty sure you’ve noticed me staring.

I’m doing my best to look away, to not be overly obvious.  I grab some liquid courage and have a couple of drinks to take off my nervous edge, but when I look back, I can’t find you anywhere.   I start to panic, thinking I’ve missed my chance.  I slump into my chair and try to keep telling myself that you’ll be back.  But I can’t help feeling like I totally blew it.

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What I’d Do If…

It all starts by kissing, just kissing.  It’s one of the most erotic, sensual things we can do – and every second of it is powerful.  I kiss down your neck, just there at the base of your neck on your shoulder.  I start with light kisses, and move to little nibbles and lingering kisses.  I can tell I’ve hit some of the right spots – your breathing changes ever so slightly in just those spots…

You reach out, grabbing the back of my head, embedding your hands in my hair, then squeezing a handful to use as a lever.  You’re steering me a bit now, already taking charge of where you want me.  You pull me up, kissing me deeply nibbling on me as you go.  Then you push me back to the other side and release just a bit, letting me wander down your neck, to your shoulder, then out a bit and back.

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Making Dinner

When I walk in you ask me to tell you about my day – we start some typical banter, I realize that everything I say is met with “mmmhmmm” and “oh, I see…” in an exaggerated way.   You could not care less what I’m talking about and you are somewhere else as we get things around to start making dinner.

I try to find out what’s up, but you’re having none of it, egging me in to tell you more about my day.  But you stay disjointed, truly uninterested in this comic way.  I finally start to give up and start to move away and you stop.

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Shower Torture

I’m sure you know how it is.  You get up, you mindlessly wander to the shower and try to jump start your engine to get the day going.  The warm water, the ritual of getting presentable … it all comes together to help.

So, there I am.  I’m in the shower, washing my hair.  Trying to turn on my intellectual lights.  As I’m scrubbing away, I suddenly hear the shower curtain pull back, you grab me by the waist and place me in the corner of the shower, out of the stream of water, suds in my hair, eyes closed.

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SOUNDING Like Fun Torture

As we wander into the play area, you’re already grinning from ear to ear.  I can tell you’ve been thinking about this for awhile, and have ideas about what you want to do.  Pretty unusual since you’re more of a “by the seat of your pants” type, but every now and then, you’ve planned things out in detail in your mind’s eye and this is one of those.

Closing and locking the door you walk me to the center of the room, put on my wrist cuffs and attach a chain, sit me on a stool you have there.  When my hands are up over my head, just enough to stretch well, you attach them to the rings.   I’m sort of dangling there, twisting a bit trying to get relaxed into the tug on my arms.

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