Open up and say ahhhh

I spent the night in the bed of a man I didn't necessarily expect to see again, not so soon. A careful night, a put aside all my ploys and tricks night. Not that I intended that, not at all. I fully intended a launch of every weapon at my disposal. It all fell away as soon as I crossed the threshold. I just wanted to talk and touch and be wrapped in the intellectual kindness that is Him. With no expectation, with no plan, just to enjoy.

I'm finding deeper manifestations of my submission, every day. I am becoming so compliant. Not eager, yet not unwilling. Just at their disposal. There is a comfort in this state of mind that is extremely addictive. I can't even sleep eye-to-eye, my place is face-to-cock with your hand in my hair.

My sore throat, which must have felt so deliciously swollen from the inside, is no worse for wear. Perhaps the exercise did it some good.

On the other hand...

is another fist. ahem.

I have a new fetish. Cock-nursing. And don't make that ewww face at me. Picture it...

Me on my side, between your legs, with my head on your thigh and your soft cock in my mouth. Not sucking, but suckling. It is one of the most intimate acts I've ever experienced...innocent when typically that would be much less so. It was deeply satisfying as the giver, and just as satisfying for the recipient.

Truth or Dare

It was early, even for me. I'm the type that went to school when the doors were still locked. Not a pet, just...eager for a change of scenery. But even given my predilection for arriving early, this was very early. I had three hours to kill before my flight. Oh yes, I had a book, but what good is a book in people-watching central?

I stopped for enough beer to keep me occupied, but not so much to send me to an airplane bathroom more than once. Shiner Bock, fresh off the tap. Yes, please, 22 ounces.

I tried not to notice the oh so loud women on the other side of the bar. I tried not to notice the man sitting at the end of the bar also trying not to notice the oh so loud women.

It didn't work. Eye contact, a moment of wry humor shared. Who spoke first? Does it matter? Soon entangled in a resume exchange and business travel woes conversation. He was small and wiry and sharp, like a hungry fox. Something about his eyes made me prey.

We were on the same flight, of course. He to Baltimore, me to Tampa. A wishbone of luck. Delays, delays, the bar closed. We sat whispering and giggling, the innuendos coming hard and fast.

Another delay announced, another chance granted. I lick my lips, his fox eyes track my tongue's movement. A quick walk to a deserted corridor, there is time, yes, there is time. On my knees, quick, in this corner, a fly unzipped, a soft cock exposed. My mouth was so greedy and wet.

It was over in an instant, in my mouth and down my throat while he twitched like the fox in a trap.

Later, sly glances from his row to mine. From the connecting airport, taunting text messages. My further delay, his eventual return to Baltimore. Nothing more happened, but I would have worn his skin like a stole for the night.