If our first meeting was about how to generate a meaningful kinky dynamic without any special clothes, toys or implements, then our second might be about how not to be overwhelmed by the possibilities created by a suitcase full of such items.
Also, in the interests of full disclosure, I was saving these images for the Sinful Sunday theme of “no people’. The fact that the theme Sunday was last weekend, before I had even created them, had escaped me completely. I’m putting that down to jet lag rather than old age!
My suitcase has a lower compartment, once used for wet ski boots and the like. On this trip, I filled it with pretty much my entire arsenal of kinky playthings. Two Belts and a Shoe were enough for a weekend in Las Vegas, but a week in New England seemed to require more support, and the suitcase was definitely going to have to be checked in. Quite apart from it being too big for cabin baggage, I wasn’t having some smart-ass security person pulling things out in the screening lane.
The reasoning that led to it being so full was, I suspect, born from the feeling that someone my age, with the inherent performance anxieties, was going to need a suitcase full of props to keep an exceptionally kinky and strongly sexual woman of somewhat fewer years amused for a full week.
I realised, once I got here, that those concerns were groundless. Not because I have suddenly become a superhuman stud, but because she loves me and she wanted me here for myself, not for my sexual prowess.
Yes. It’s rather lovely isn’t it?
This undoubtedly beautiful realisation doesn’t make the contents of the suitcase redundant. It’s more that they, and the possibilities for myriad, creatively kinky games they offer, are now the icing on a cake made largely of the simple joy of being together.
Although, it is definitely true that I like my icing spread on pretty thick.
But we always knew that, didn’t we!
Glad to see the dom shirt wasn’t left behind. Some things are necessary.
And, yes, of course it was you that she wanted.