You know what’s really funny? Scheduling a post to upload, and completely forgetting about it (including forgetting to finish it) until you see all the email notifications the next morning. I’ve been a bit scatterbrained.
In other news, I’m out of Asheville and made the trip back to the bustling metropolis of Kernersville, North Carolina (population: 24,000). But there’s reliable internet and air conditioning, and it’s reasonable to assume that, staying indoors, I’m safe from mosquitos and bugs eating me alive in the night. So now I’m playing catch-up. If you’re waiting for communication from me, I promise it’s coming. Before I go to sleep tonight.
Yesterday was intense as fuck, and by the time I made it back to civilization, my first instinct was to find a way to get myself centered and balanced again.
I don’t know if any of you are aware of this, but there’s this adorable, awesome sissy I own, who is all kinds of awesomely awesome awesomeness. From the very first text he sent me after I told him I’d finally finished with the hippies and was heading to a hotel for the night, he made me smile.
Before losing touch with technology, I’d given him an assignment. I wanted him to fuck himself, and I wanted pictures.
This isn’t a unique assignment, I often have him do it. I love the idea of something filling him up, and I’m a very visual person, and I love looking at porn. So it’s not unusual for me to want pictures of my boys. My very own personal porn stash, made just for me.
And Sounder has been fighting a cold, and wasn’t 100%, so I knew the pic(s) he sent me would be on the more mild side.
But hell, I wasn’t going to complain. He’s fucking hawt, and seeing pictures of him naked or in lingerie, with something sticking out of him, never fails to make me happy.
I asked him about the pictures, and he told me that yes, he’d taken them, and asked if I was in a safe place for them.
Which immediately caused me to raise a brow. He’d never asked that before. But I shrugged that thought off and told him that I was alone-ish (my kid was in the room with me, but she was otherwise occupied), and that he could send them.
Over the next five minutes, my phone went off 9 times. And literally, all I could do was sit there, staring at my screen, stunned, my jaw dropped. I’m pretty sure I was drooling at some point.
No, seriously, like holy. fucking. shit.
Three different toys, one outfit change, in three different rooms of his house. Like, oh my gawd.
And every one was unbelievably fucking hot. Like, I want to get them printed and frame these fucking things.
You guys don’t understand. He even wore the bra I’d left him in one of the pictures. Two pictures of him plugged, one of him sucking his massive dildo, three of him either on all fours or on his back, fucking himself with a slender blue vibe, and three of him squatting on the floor, fucking himself with the massive dildo, that was attached to the floor with the suction cup on the end (he told me that, because of the size, it’s much easier to manage when he can attach it to something and fuck himself that way, rather than using his hand to push it in).
It was beyond hot. Like, holyfuckingshit.
He said, “I’m glad you like them, I figured you might need a distraction so I went a bit overboard.”
While he was still fighting a cold.
No seriously, I fucking love this girl.
The first picture he sent, one of the ones of him plugged, he told me he’d be comfortable with me sharing, as long as I blurred the background beyond recognition.
I love everything about it. I love the way his back is arched, the way his ass sticks out, the way his posture accentuates his feminine curves, the way his hair (which he curled, himself) tumbles down his back, the way the plug peeks out from inside him, the contrast of the black lingerie against his pale, smooth skin (that I immediately want to bruise and mark up, as soon as I see it).
Jesus, there is nothing about this sissy that doesn’t just ooze fuckability. No one would ever kick him out of bed.
This was the first picture he sent me, and as soon as I saw it, all I could do was suck my breath in a little and murmur under my breath, “Oh, Goddamn…”
So I know the position he’ll be in next time I fuck him.