Hertfordshire December 2009
It is snowing, a rare thing in the UK. The kids are waiting in the hall for me.
“Come on, just 5 minutes” appears on the screen
We have been talking for a few weeks now but today you have suggested that we chat on Yahoo. I am resistant. I can feel the lure of you but I have kind of done the long distance thing before and I don’t want to go there again. You feel dangerous, like you could be addictive if I am not careful. Not seeing or hearing you helps to keep me safe.
“I can’t, I need to go” I type back
“Just one minute then?”
There is a pause while I think and then I make a decision
“OK” I reply
The little icon flashes up to say you are calling me. I click the button. There you are on my screen, smiling at me. I can feel the heat rush up into the cheeks, I can feel my heart skip a beat and then pick up the pace. I fidget and stumble over my words. I look into the screen at you and it hits me hard and fast right in my gut. I am in love with you.
Philadelphia April 2010
The arrivals hall in Philadelphia is surprisingly small for an international airport. You have been waiting for me for a couple of hours now. As the doors slide open and I step out into the high ceiling space I see you instantly. I pull my bags behind me, I am wearing the little black dress and heels I changed into in the ladies toilets after I got off the plane. For a moment we stand in front of each other. I don’t think either of us can quite believe it. After all these months we are finally here, together. You kiss me, I kiss you back. We kiss….. a promised kiss finally and perfectly delivered. You break away saying
“You have to stop”
“Why?” I asked confused
“Because I have to be able to walk and you are making it almost impossible” and you brush my hand across the front of your jeans.
We get a taxi and hold hands the whole way into the city. Within an hour we are in bed together.
Paris November 2010
As the lift door opens the cold November air nips at our faces. I am struggling to cope with the fear. I have never had a problem with height before but moments ago on the first viewing platform it had absolutely crippled me to the extent that I couldn’t move. You have coaxed me into the lift for the journey up to the very top and now I am here oddly I can feel the fear receding just a bit. The view is amazing, the lights of Paris twinkle below the night sky. I am sure the view is good during the day but there is something about the night, the cold, and the lights that is breathtaking.
You pull me into your arms and then you say it. I am stunned, shocked, I had absolutely no idea you were even thinking about it let alone that you would ask me here on this night, at this place.
The tears spring from my eyes and roll down my face. Through tears and laughter I give you my answer
“Yes” I say.
London August 2011
The room is dimly lit. My wrists are cuffed to the spider’s web. I am completely naked. Behind me I know they are all watching, mostly men but some women. You twirl the flogger casually by your side and then raise your arm. The force pushes the air out of my lungs. I open my legs slightly wider to get better balance. You beat me with flogger until the sweat pours down your body. I am completely lost into the sensation of it all; the pain has turned into something light and calming and in the end you are the one who stops it when you sense I am too far gone to know where the edge is anymore. The marks are glorious, welts bubble up on my hips where the ends of the flogger have wrapped round again and again. They stay for days and I love them so much.
Hertfordshire July 2013
We are walking home from dinner. It is a warm summers evening. Not a common thing here in the UK but it does happen. We are just a couple of streets away from our house when you take my hand and pull me into the bushes at the side of the road. You push me down onto my knees and unzip your fly. Your cock hardens in the heat of my mouth and as cars pass by on the other side of the bushes you fuck me from behind. Your cum trails down the inside of my thigh as we walk the last few roads home.
Today (Nov 2017)
“Have you finished you post?”
“What did you write about in the end”
“Just some special memories.”
(If you are curious about the image it is a picture of me after the flogging memory above with an image the night lights of Paris I took from the Eiffel Tower on the night of that memory written about above, layered over the top)