Pretty Tied Up

Last night I got the unexpected pleasure of seeing Mr. S for the first time in what feels like forever. I had been thinking earlier this week that even though we have had the intimacy of sex, lately it seems we have a less intimate friendship than we did before we ever had sex. So it was good to hear from him and good to be with him.

After some fantastic necking and nipple play on the couch, I found myself pantsless with Mr. S's face buried between my thighs. That itself was a rather pleasant surprise because it's not something he's done since our first week's sexual extravaganza. (Yes, yes, I know. Good feminists are supposed to dump guys who don't go down on them practically daily. Or something. I have enough of my own issues about receiving oral sex that I am in no position to expect anything of anybody. Leastwise someone who pleasures me so well in other ways.) He gave head, and it was good great, and I had a way-too-easy orgasm.

Later, after some proper fucking and a good cuddle, he brought out his bag. It was somewhat less terrifying just sitting there and not being laid out on the table like some underworld surgeon's tools. He told me that it was his pleasure to see me in a rope corset and I assented, as I already have a near-fetish for corsets in general. Getting to the rope, though, Oh Boy. The rope just happened to be at the bottom of the bag (yeah, right) and Mr. S took the opportunity to swat me with each of his various floggers and other implements as he removed them. The bottom line (get it? har har) at this point is that I still prefer his hand.

The rope thing was fun, but not especially sexual. It also didn't look nearly as horrendous as I thought it would. This, from a girl who shies away from bikini-style panties because thin lines across her skin aren't attractive. I don't know if it was a function of the rope's thickness or the tension (or lack thereof) with which Mr. S created this corset, but I actually rather liked the effect. I think if Mr. S and I continued with ropes, for me it would be mostly to a) be naked around him and 2) to indulge his pleasures.

My last surprise of the evening is that he didn't jump up and run off home to sleep. He has stayed the night before, but usually circumstances call him home. Sleeping next to Mr. S might just be my idea of heaven -- he doesn't snore, he stays still, and he loves to spoon.

Just sleeping together is definitely one thing I wish we could do more often.