I was in the hotel bathroom brushing my teeth when Nick popped his head around the corner.
"Hey honey, I didn't want to say anything last night because you were about to orgasm and I didn't want to distract you, but we broke the bed."
Huzzah! That's the second bed that I have had a hand in breaking in the past year.
Yeah, I'm a pro.
08 December 2007
06 December 2007
Where to Find Me, or How I'll be Spending the Next Month
I've always enjoyed the "Jet Sex" feature over at Sexerati. In part because I like to pretend that I am glamorous and hopping on planes with a pair of Jackie O sunglasses and a Birkin bag for a few days of debauched sex, and in part because in the last year that sort of has been my life. (Only, you know, with my Timbuk2 messenger bag and my toiletries crammed into a one quart Ziploc bag.)
It began with my trip to Jefferson's in January, which led to a couple of follow-up visits, and since Nick and I have been dating, I've been using his hectic business travel schedule to my advantage, using up his frequent flyer miles and making a proper mess of the company-funded hotel rooms.
This weekend I'm off to spend some time with my baby, nicely breaking up his three week long business trip. Nick is pleased too, as booking my tickets has bumped him up to "Silver Elite" status. I can't really complain about his ulterior motive though, as I'll be flying first class.
Unfortunately I'll be arriving at 9 am Friday morning, which will leave me with an entire work day of observing Nick (and undoubtedly annoying his colleagues) before I can fuck him. Oh, and there will be some fucking.
Earlier this week Nick sent me a text message at 12:41 pm that read: I'm going to need the riding crop this weekend. Also some restraints.
I replied with: Argh! I was hoping to get away with just a carry on.
Bring the flogger then. The straps won't take up much room, he replied.
Note to self: allow extra time to be hassled by the tsa, I wrote back to Nick.
Nick sent this final message: Bring the big dildo too!
Christ, the man was born to be a dom, what with his inventive humiliation tactics and all!
The rest of the year will be filled with a flurry of holiday related travel. A tentative schedule has Nick and I making the trek to my parents' house for Christmas proper, after which we will be hopping a plane to somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line to visit with Nick's family(!). That excursion will be followed by a few days in Washington D.C. to party with friends and then finally, a plane back home to spend New Year's Eve with the Buddhists.
During the first couple of weeks of the New Year, we'll be returning to the air, as Nick is headed to Miami on business, and I'm taking advantage of the situation in order to get my pasty ass to the beach.
Anybody want to get me stylish new luggage as an early Xmas present?
It began with my trip to Jefferson's in January, which led to a couple of follow-up visits, and since Nick and I have been dating, I've been using his hectic business travel schedule to my advantage, using up his frequent flyer miles and making a proper mess of the company-funded hotel rooms.
This weekend I'm off to spend some time with my baby, nicely breaking up his three week long business trip. Nick is pleased too, as booking my tickets has bumped him up to "Silver Elite" status. I can't really complain about his ulterior motive though, as I'll be flying first class.
Unfortunately I'll be arriving at 9 am Friday morning, which will leave me with an entire work day of observing Nick (and undoubtedly annoying his colleagues) before I can fuck him. Oh, and there will be some fucking.
Earlier this week Nick sent me a text message at 12:41 pm that read: I'm going to need the riding crop this weekend. Also some restraints.
I replied with: Argh! I was hoping to get away with just a carry on.
Bring the flogger then. The straps won't take up much room, he replied.
Note to self: allow extra time to be hassled by the tsa, I wrote back to Nick.
Nick sent this final message: Bring the big dildo too!
Christ, the man was born to be a dom, what with his inventive humiliation tactics and all!
The rest of the year will be filled with a flurry of holiday related travel. A tentative schedule has Nick and I making the trek to my parents' house for Christmas proper, after which we will be hopping a plane to somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line to visit with Nick's family(!). That excursion will be followed by a few days in Washington D.C. to party with friends and then finally, a plane back home to spend New Year's Eve with the Buddhists.
During the first couple of weeks of the New Year, we'll be returning to the air, as Nick is headed to Miami on business, and I'm taking advantage of the situation in order to get my pasty ass to the beach.
Anybody want to get me stylish new luggage as an early Xmas present?
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