IT HAPPENED IN VEGAS (sinful sunday)

By | 21st August 2022

Goodness me. I wasn’t sure what to expect when L, an occasional email friend, agreed at four days notice to fly over and spend the weekend in Vegas with me. I’d originally booked a separate room for her so she’d know I wasn’t assuming more than some good company.

The weekend has turned into something beyond even my fevered kinky imaginings.
L has given her consent for me to post this picture. Undoubtably one of the absolutely hottest, most intimate, most violent, and yet tenderest things I’ve ever done.

This was not all. Not all at all.

Somehow,  through a week of pre-meeting communication, sharing our likes, dislikes, want-to-trys and limits, L had omitted (I suspect deliberately, the little minx) to mention that she is a fully fledged switch, with an experienced and well developed dominant side.

Her: ”Would you like me to hit you a bit?”

Me: “Sure, that would be nice,” then mansplaining (fuck, this is embarrassing), “This is how you use the belt!”

Her: “I think l’ll be OK. Just lie over the pillow!”

The first blow took my breath away. “CRACK!!” full force right across the meat of my arse.  I looked around in shock and surprise that turned to delight and recognition, when she hit me again just as hard, just as well.

The change in her, in the energy flowing through her, was amazing to see and, sensing that energy, responding to it, I reached up, cut the strings to my parachute and gave myself to her, just as she had given herself to me.

And it was beautiful.

 

More Sunday sin here:

Sinful Sunday

 

 

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