It still flutters

The day had been long, and disappointing. The “numbers” were not balancing at work so it looked like there was going to be a lot of analyzing spreadsheets in the immediate future.

She had hoped for a better end to the day but regardless, the day was over and she had to get going. The night class started soon and she needed some dinner. She was so tired, it seemed like everyone was always pushing her, no one really seemed to listen to her or even see her. Unless it was just for sex, that was easy….

Her heart soared when her phone buzzed, it was him. He texted that he would be able to meet her for supper. They had so little time together, in fact they had no business being together at all. She was his best friends wife after all.

Somehow their bare tolerance of each other had turned into a grudging understanding of the desertions they both felt and from that strong insatiable bond had been born. The moments they snuck were both tantalizing and energizing.

She settled into the tiny Italian restaurant across from the school, it was small and almost ready to close. She ordered and read….silently waiting and hoping for him.

She busied herself with her book, and some emails, trying to resist looking up every time the door opened.

Time became an emotion and seconds ticked by loudly…

She knew she had to get ready to go to class, she had to face the fact that something had prevented him from coming.

But her heart….her heart ached.

She had really hoped to see him today, to look into his deep eyes, feel his hand hold hers and just talk. She scolded herself, it obviously wasn’t going to happen so she just had to deal with it.

With a deep breath she gathered her bags and started to rise, her eyes meeting his and her breath caught. She felt her eyes fill with tears, she could barely breathe, he was here.

“Hey, I am so sorry, work was crazy but I didn’t want to cancel, and I really needed to see you” he said as he grabbed her hands and held them tight

She listened to him talk about his day, his hands never leaving hers. He ordered a quick dinner but his eyes were on hers. Her heart ached, she knew she had to go.

“I have to get to class” she whispered

“I know” he said, pulling her closer for a kiss.

His eyes still closed as he took a deep inhale, breathing in her scent “at least I was able to see you, and touch you”

“I miss you” he said

“I miss you too” she whispered as she walked to class, wiping the tears away.

Ummmm the face tells a tale

Such a beautiful face with an expression that speaks volumes.

Is she absorbing the sharp radiating pain of a whipping?

Is she desperately reaching for her orgasm, are her knees buckling from pleasure or pain?

What does this beautiful facial expression say to you?

A Surprising Trigger

The day started like any other, I arrived at work and started dealing with the papers left on my desk.

Music played low in the background and I clicked between various programs on my computer; printing and organizing files for my boss.

I walked into his office with some files, putting one in front of him with a question.

As I watched he went through the papers and we discussed the file. Suddenly I found myself staring at his hands, his forearms…his fingers are long, his hands and arms appeared strong.

He handed me back the file and as I left I realized I was flushed.

For the rest of the day my mind kept straying back to his hands, my imagination giving me plenty to work with.

I imagined how those strong hands would feel caressing my skin, cupping my breast, squeezing my nipple until I cried out. Then moving on to circle my throat, his long fingers putting threatening pressure.

I could almost feel his hands around my waist, his arms trapping me against the wall as he pushes my legs apart with his knee.

I felt myself getting wet as I imagined how his hand would feel sliding inside my slacks and then sliding a finger….or 2 inside my very warm and wet pussy. My eyes closed as I thought about riding his fingers, holding onto his shoulders, fucking his fingers until I came.

He came into my office and stood close behind me as we discussed a file I had open on my computer. I was very aware of how close he stood, of how if I turned my head I could reach inside his jeans and take his cock in my mouth. My mouth was dry, my breath held….

I let my breath out as he turned and left my office. I sat back in my chair, eyes closed and thought “Wow, all this from the look of his hands?”

I couldn’t wait to get home and finish what “he” had started.

So, have you had any surprising triggers? If not a surprising trigger, what sets you off?

To affection or not to affection?

Like everyone my life has had many twists and turns, most of them unplanned and unexpected.

We all deal with those things in our own way, I chose to have a tough exterior and turn off most of my emotions.

I’ve had little need for affection, in fact affection made me uncomfortable. I’ve actually been told I’m more like a man in that way, no offense to men lol. In fact it’s usually been men who have said that to me!

But over the last few years I’ve found myself thinking a lot about affection. Sometimes I watch couples with a comfortable easy affection and I find myself wishing for a few moments that I had that.

I don’t know how much of those musings come from getting older, and how much comes from missing a full time D/s relationship.

For me a full time D/s relationship would have many facets, and one of them would be moments of affection….at the proper time of course😁 .

So what are your thought about affection? Do you need it in your life? Is it for everyone? Can we exist without it?

I’ve always managed to have enough going on in my life that I didn’t feel I needed affection….until recently. Are my years of denial coming back to roost?