Which do you prefer when it comes to seduction?

From the other nights photos.

None of the stories are complete.  But if I wait, I’ll never put them down.  So accept these.  Swirling thoughts and images.  The thoughts that run through my mind as my hands roam and fingers linger.

Slipping her shirt up over her head we giggle, thinking of the one too many margaritas at the restaurant down the road before our shopping trip.  A few drinks and shopping, all we had planned on, but as the drinks swirled and our laughter heightened the glances started to linger, and we were both wonder “when”.  We slink into the dressing room, designers in hand, much more than we intend to spend, and laugh like girls about our shopping adventures.  Both of us now in bras and panties I scold her.  You can’t wear a bra with that dress as she begins to slide into it.  Slowly I slip the straps down and un-hook the clasp, sliding my hands beneath it to slip off the shell of satin and lace.  Her head leans back as I brush against her nipples and I lean in to kiss her, thinking all the while, she knew she couldn’t wear a bra with that…but I’m glad she played it that way…

Their hotel room was fantastic, beautiful light, soft fabrics, perfect in every way.  “You Must see the bathroom” she says, pulling me through the suite, leaving the boys laughing and pouring drinks in the main room.  Amazing.  Huge stone shower that could easily fit four.  Shower heads lined the side, glass doors encasing the whole area.  “Wow” is all I can say, some of that was directed at the shower.  The rest was in response to her slipping out of her jeans and beginning to unbutton my shirt.  Within moments the room was filled with steam and we were close, her hands exploring me, and mine her.  Wet kisses and slippery bodies we almost didn’t notice the door open until a silhouette of two tall men appeared and a voice said “Ladies, you started without us.”

We didn’t expect to be out of the ordinary when we arrived, but even though it was a night set up for such things we received a few glances.  The music pounded as we made our way through the club, taking in the sights, adjusting to the public nature of our adventure.  They had been in more public arenas before, but it was different for us.  They looked amazing.  Him dressed to the nines, fantastic suit, great shoes, the perfect presence.  She looking both subdued and alluring, corseted and collared, amazing leather boots to match the leash that he held.  We weren’t dissimilar in many ways.  I was also corseted, except in a longer skirt and taller boots.  Simon was also in a suit, a rare thing in itself, but it was a unique night, and he would be out of much of it shortly.  We even had similar collars and leashes, the main difference being I held Simons, and his collar was almost hidden beneath his tie…

There are other thoughts, more details, more images.  But for now this will have to be a start.  We’ve made new friends, and I hope to get to know them further…

The other night Ava mentioned to me that she was flirting with a blog-girl over twitter.  That flirting led to an exchange of IM’s.  I don’t know if it’s gotten any further than that but it’s certainly got me thinking again…

It’s too bad they live so far away.

Yes, that is Simons perfect ass…I’m so jealous

I was trying to write a post tonight about spanking; Ava and I have been in negotiations this evening over who should be spanking whom (we’re drawing cave-art-as-hints on our bathroom mirror).  The trouble is that the post just isn’t there.

I reach for it, I see it in my head, but… nothing.

Maybe I need a good spanking to clear my head or maybe I need to reestablish a firm hand and get my blood flowing.  Who knows.

Consider this a start at clearing my head.

The movie played and I sipped my whiskey, stretching out between the two of them, unintentionally arousing both.  Head on one lap, feet on the other, I didn’t mention the hardness I felt under my arm, or object to the gentle rubbing of my ass.  Hands wandered as I absorbed it all and I felt the waist band of my pants sliding down.  I turned to help them slide off without effort and the buttons of my shirt began to be unbuttoned.

Across the laps of two men, wearing only bra and panties, I took the subtle touches, the gentle kisses, not reciprocating as much as absorbing.  I see the movie flash as I feel their warm hands, and my bra seems to disappear.  Kisses on my neck and breasts, caresses though my panties, over my thighs.  I let the mood wash over me and try to put any worry, any nerves out of my mind.

Gently, I’m pulled to me feet and led to the bedroom, where clothes disappear and mouths find each other.  Hands roam in the dark, moans combine, warm bodies connect.

In the morning I feel a chill on my arms but a warm man on each side of me, growing hard again against my soft skin, I snuggle closer to both and drift back to sleep…

And it was supposed to be a P.G. evening…

A quickie this morning, similar to the “pick me ups” I send Simon on occasion. Happy HNT everyone!

(posting this by phone so if it turns out odd sorry )

While I was embarrassing myself in front of family last night (follow us on Twitter to understand that) Simon was thinking about other things in the other room.

I guess it isn’t technically an Indian Summer, but in late September I’m ready for chilly mornings, sweatshirt days and warm blanket nights.  Instead I find myself in summer garb.  A T-shirt and panties whenever I can manage it.