Quiet Reflections

So, this week has been really quiet, there's almost nothing to mention, so instead we'll do a recap of how things are with all my boys. 

Guy who won't come: So, I asked him about this last night. He explained as follows, he has difficulty getting there, and has done for quite some time. He had been concerned about how lightheaded I was so he'd been focussed on me. I suggested we put the choking aside for a while, he agreed. Things look more positive there.

Punk: Punk is in love with a girl who doesn't love him back. He's been trying to sway me into getting into bed with him (most likely to just numb the pain). I've been declining. Nothing is really different between us, but I feel like we've passed our used-by date.

BabyFace: BabyFace and I are spending quite a bit of time together, chatting and hanging out. He started giving me those big wide eyes, so I've put a little bit of space there. We're catching up about once a week, but no sex.

Muso: Is in town, keeps calling me. I'm avoiding. No particular reason, but I just don't have the energy for his bullshit at the moment.

MarriedGuy: We had a heart to heart. I value his friendship, and I don't want to risk losing it, or risk him losing his family. I said we should stop fooling about. He didn't quite agree, but things are looking to be on an even keel.

Red: Fell in love, he's dating a great girl. Hardly hear a whisper from him these days. When I do he suggests I should meet her. Sounds fine to me.

Spike: Spike and I have been chatting and catching up occasionally. Though it hasn't been sexual. I've been a little over him too of late. 

Long: Long is off the rails. We've not been sleeping together for a very long time, but he's dating lots of girls and partying hard. Love him to pieces, but he's a mess right now. I'm leaving him to run amok alone.

Pup: Trying to be a better boyfriend to his long time partner. She is now a "homemaker" (no kids, so I'm not sure what this means) but it does mean he can't sneak around any more.

(s)Ex: (s)Ex and I aren't sleeping together. He's been away on work, and I can't be bothered. We're still friends, and still pretty close, but I don't know if I'm up for more meaningless sex. It feels weird.

And as for me... I'm taking it easy. I've been preoccupied with family stuff for the last week. So no sex to report at all. I've been up in my head, I suppose, thinking about the future and about where I'm going. 

Sorry there's not more sexiness to check in with...

With Love

SSBx

Bruise Ban

I'm on a one week bruise ban. From Sunday to Friday, I've sworn of bruises. No biting, no choking. Just gentleness. 

I know, I don't like it either, but I have to do a medical thing on Friday morning... It wouldn't look good.

Tonight I caught up with my friend who chokes me sometimes. I explained the ban.

Tonight we ended up kissing, watching a movie. Touching gently. We curled up on the couch, my legs over his lap, him pulling me in. Kissing my lips and cheeks and neck. Running his fingertips through my hair, looking at my face and smiling.

It was all quite sweet...

We wandered into the bedroom, and he undressed me really slowly. He unclipped my new bra, and slipped the matching black and gold lace panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed, and pinned my legs slightly apart between his. 

He stroked my clit softly, looking to my eyes, watching my breathing. My legs trembled as I came. He pushed me close to coming then slowed down just a tad. Leaving me squirming and desperate. By the time he was on top of me I was wet, desperate. Wanting his chest pressed against mine, with his cock deep inside me.

He kissed me, putting on the condom carefully, then slipped his cock inside me carefully, watching my eyes as he did. His fingers dug into my sides a little, pleasure evident on his face.

I started to come, it only took two minutes with him inside me to get there. He pushed in and out, comfortably, my legs shaking just a little. I came, digging my fingers into his back... 

He kissed me as I came. He pushed me really hard at one point, and I came so hard I could actually feel my wetness dripping. My heart raced.

He stroked my neck softly as I came. No pressure, just a trigger to help push me up over the edge again.

Then he stopped.

I don't mean came, he pulled out, curled up next to me and kissed my neck.

I suggested we should continue and he said it was ok. As though he didn't want to. 

Maybe I've lost my touch?

Too Far

I think I might have pushed it too hard.  As my friends neighborhoodmilf and thebeatgoes pointed out in the comments from yesterday.

Thanks for the reality check guys.

The lightheadedness isn't clearing as easily as usual, and it hurts when I swallow. Yes - if it gets worse I'll see a doctor (I'll even tell them how I got the bruises).

For now, rest, warm tea, relaxation.

Today my best friend is coming over for lunch, hair stroking, and cuddles. I think I'm feeling a little emotionally neglected and need to spend some quality time with people who get me. 

In exciting news, I got an email from a friend. He's been off the grid in Paris for a couple of months now. Only a couple of emails in months and months. I'm so delighted to have heard from him. 

So here is to me accepting my limits, to lovely emails, and a day of Quentin Tarantino movies!

Thanks for the reality checks sometimes.

Love, 

SSB

P.S. NeighborhoodMilf writes a really amazing, really edgy blog. Hit her up here: milflife.blogspot.com.au.

Lightheaded

So I had another moment with my choking friend. I really should choose a name for him, but one doesn't easily spring to mind.


Things went fine, dinner, movie, chats... we curled up on his couch to watch a movie. After a little while he kissed me, pulled me in close, and looked me in the eye. He wrapped both hands around my throat (palm against my trachea, fingers interlaced on the side of my neck). 


He squeezed. 


Hard. 


I felt lightheaded at first. I felt the choking start to take effect. But he didn't ease. Usually when I start to lose vision, he lets go. Staring into my eyes, he let me faint.


I came to, trembling and shaking. I have no idea how long I was out. The high was amazing. I won't lie. But we went far, fast.


We slept together afterwards. I felt so... intertwined with the moment. The lightheadedness, the arousal, the impending need to orgasm.


The sex was good, he bit me, scratched me, squeezed my wrists above my head. He sucked my nipples hard. 


He wouldn't come though. He wouldn't let me go down on him, wouldn't let me jerk him off, not a chance.


He called me beautiful afterwards, washing my body in a warm shower. Kissing my neck softly. Telling me it was amazing.


Gentle sweetness, intense choking, intimacy... all very strange...