Expanding Whorizons

Something remarkable happens to me, when i let down my guard.  It doesn’t happen often, but when it does… There i knelt, naked but for the collar and short leash He had placed on me.   i’d been bathing His boot with my tongue.  i’d been so intent on my task that i hadn’t noticed Him lean over me.  Gently, His hand touched my head, stroking my hair. “Good boy.” i felt so many things when He said that.  Pleased, grateful, perhaps a bit proud. “Take off my boots.” i sat back, on my haunches, head bowed, focused on untying His left boot.  Once untied, i gently lifted His leg until i could pull the boot off.  Once it was in my hand, i risked looking up at Him.  He was watching me, knowing what it was i wanted.  A small smile played on His lips, and He nodded – ever so slightly.  i slowly drew His boot to my nose, inhaling once, twice.  my chest felt full of His scent.  Before i could get too distracted, i placed His b...

We all respond differently to touch.  For me, touch has always been negotiated.  I know that may sound strange.  Touch has never been entirely safe – I won’t bore you with the reasons.  Suffice it to say, home never felt safe, and boundaries were never really respected.  Because I’ve always been a bit skittish about touch—whether touching , or being touched by, someone else—I’ve found it surprising that I’m drawn to massage.   Perhaps it’s because it is inherently a healthy, safe structure in which touch is healthy, respectful, helpful and therapeutic.  Sounds good, doesn’t it?  Ok, maybe it’s just because I know what the rules are and that gives me a false sense of safety. In any event, the recent addition of a couple of new sites dedicated to eroticizing massage has made for some interesting evenings.  Staunch supporter of porn, as I am, I find msyelf replaying the set up to scenes almost more often than the sexiness.  Something...