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Home Sweet Home: Rope Journaling 6-1

Life for Mr. Right and I became a whirlwind of packing and moving. Shopping for an apartment in Portland’s abysmal rental market. Doing all the honest talking and processing of us deciding to shack up.  So utterly commitment-y!  Especially for the girl who promised to never live with a partner again.  Who baulked at the idea of having a drawer at his place.  Now a year later we’re comfortably ensconced in our shared living space. We seal the deal and shop for a couch…even more commitment-y.  

And after a month so busy we didn’t have time to come up for breath long enough to even celebrate our anniversary, it’s finally a week after we unpacked, hung up the art, and bargained for space on the bookshelves and elbowed one another for kitchen space for our various cooking tchotchkes. We sit on the couch exhausted, bodies aching and realize we don’t have any pressing issues for the first time in a long time.

So I retrieve a too long neglected bag of rope and drag it to the living room and push Mr. Right out of his clothes.  And slowly, savoring every moment, every pull through of the rope over my palm I bind his wrists together and then bend them behind his head, leaving his under arms vulnerable.  I push him back on this commitment couch, heathered grey with a mid-century modern feel and funky chaise lounge style back rest.  His shock of curls, reddened with the even the briefest of Northwestern sun fall against the cushion.

I grin to bind his cock next, already hard and at attention, cinching it tight until it’s even harder, almost shockingly so.  It’s beautiful there poking into air, untouched before him, dancing to beg for attention that I deny it and him as I undress and stand before him.  He looks at me myopically, waiting, taking my blurry form in.

“Ready to break in this couch?”

No answer, just the barest smile which I line my body up with and sit on his face where he gamely licks at me while I tease him with my tongue, giving him just the slightest attention possible, tasting him so that I’m desperate for more.  My hunger for him never allows me to tease him for very long; soon I lift myself from his face and lower my mouth over his cock, taking him in so deeply I’m choking on him, that sweet drool from the back of my throat coating him shamelessly. 

He looks so delicious there, arms and legs bound that I can’t help myself, I know what comes next.  I want this to last, to use him until I can’t use my tired legs any longer.  So I untie his arms from behind his head and replace his still bonded wrists to the far leg of the couch, stretching him across it, leaving him with only tip toes on the bamboo floor, trying to find purchase to raise himself up, hips bucking in the air. 

I can’t help myself; it’s been too long since we’ve had more than the bare minimum brand of sex.  There’s been no time for kink, just naked need and release.  So my desire is so great I have to have him, swinging one leg over each side of him and lowering him slowly inside of me.  We both sigh and close our eyes; a year later and we haven’t tired of one another.  Not even close.  He feels good in his familiarity, his ability to know what I want, what will get me off and vice versa.  So much so I have to remind myself to hold back, to make this last, just because I know how to get him to the finish line doesn’t me I want to visit there post haste.

Raising myself up and down along the length of him, again and again we’re both groaning, but quietly as we’re trying to be polite with the wide open windows and new neighbors.  This double holding back, withholding desires has us wound up tight.  I can’t help it; I want to come so I release his hands from the couch, still bound and guide them between my legs.  A suggestion that he rub my clit which he takes and I redouble my effort bouncing on his cock until I can tell we’re both ready. 

And soon we’re going through the motions of pleasure given and taken, wetly and enthusiastically.  After, spent and sticky with come and sweat we smile sweetly at one another. 

“Well the living room is broken in.  Want to tackle any of the three bathrooms next?”  He rolls his eyes at insatiable me, thinking I’m kidding, where as I’m imaging what I can tie him to in the guest bathroom….  Mmm, next time.

Switches, Sadism, and Shiny Butts: Rope Journaling 5-24

The second night I wasn't going to stand around and wait for anyone or for anything to happen. There was a room full of hot, horny, kinky people and I was going to touch as many butts as I could. (Consensually of course.)

So the moment I walked into the dungeon I didn’t hesitate to oogle my hot friend C who was topless and covered in bruises from his busy weekend of bottoming. His dance card was full but I did get a hug, a noseful of his yummy smell, and to grab his butt. All in all a good start to the evening.

Soon after I saw M who I have a medium long history of doing ridiculous scenes with. More than once we've tied ourselves to each other until we ran out of limbs or rope much to the confusion of the rest of the dungeon and to prove switches have the most fun!

So when I saw him standing there in some shiny black latex I frolickedover to see if I could touch his slippery butt. He was more than happy to oblige. As we flirted and caught up a plan started to firm.

“Hey remember last year when I walked you around the dungeon while you were in your hood.”

“Yeah want to do that again?”

Like he needed to ask! He had on a latex hood and gloves and I had my rope out without a second thought. I tied a decorative but random chest harness that asymmetrically incorporated his arms into it. Then I added rope to his legs in a way that accentuated his butt and package so that he ended up with kind of a rope cod piece. It was pretty hot to my eyes and the fact he had half a hard on let me know he was enjoying himself as well. Afterall the only thing better than a latex butt is fondling a latex covered boner.

10 minutes into the evening and I was already having a blast. I really enjoy having friends that are funny, smart, and communicative. It makes casual play with on going negotiations possible, we have active consent with one another so that even though sometimes a year pases between when we play we trust one another to say “hi what are you in the mood for?” and just jump in. It feels sexy and safe. We can talk while we tie, it saves time and is super sexy multi tasking.

So I led M around the dungeon describing the sights and occasionally fondling him until we found an empty massage table.  I bent him over it to spank and play with him while enjoying the slightly muffled moans and sighs through the latex mask. The hood took away the ability to see his reactions or grab his hair but the hotness of playing with this sexy faceless object more than made up for it.

When he was breathing heavily I guided him to stand upright again, running my hands down the rope covered latex. Deciding his hands were probably ready to be put in a new position I untied enough of him to tie his right arm to his leg and put a simple rope cuff on his left.

“You know there just isn't enough butt fondling  going on.” I joked.

Gamely he turned to present his, but I used the rope handle around his wrist to turn him back in my direction and back my own ass in its tight dress into  his palm. I didn't need to see his face to sense a smile and his attentions to my butt gave me an idea.

“Thanks, much better, and this also gives me an idea to mess with people by being switchy.”

“Oh?”

“Yeap. Also I'm in the mood to get tied up. So…”. I wrapped the remaining rope from his wrist around my waist to finish my sentence. Then I added some tension to the rope so that his hand was trapped cupping my ass.

“Ready to walk around some more and confuse people?”

“Always.”

This time when people noticed us walking together a good number of them did a double take to take in that I'd tied M to me so that he had to walk arm in arm while holding each other’s butt. A few of our acquaintances laughed in that “that's so Emily” kinda way. So mission accomplished. As much as I was enjoying the forced butt touching I did eventually release M, knowing we both had other play dates.

While waiting for my play date, B, I watched a few friends get into trouble and a number of rope folks from out of town do scenes, taking in their techniques and enjoying their new and interesting way of doing things. B was enjoying his time with another Top so I wasn’t going to rush him but I was getting antsy waiting and watching all this sexy play happen.  So I was thrilled when he walked over to me half loopy from his last scene and asked if I was ready to throw around some rope.

We had a pleasant and sensual scene full of moans and giggles which is kind of our thing.  It was just what I needed to get some of my ropey sadism out on someone who very much enjoys it. After a cuddle and a promise to meet up for more of the same soon, I headed home, feeling like I got what I was hoping for from the evening.

Butts touched: 3. I call that a win.