Search For The One

To have a beautiful, sexy, sensual, elegant woman dance and strip down to hold ups and killer heels in private just for you is not only extraordinarily erotic, but is also so good for the soul. 

It was a delightful morning - warm, intimate, passionate, one that was full of pleasure.  Our bodies always meet so perfectly, whatever we do.  It is a heady mix of desire, hunger, precision, control, and of great generosity.  Seldom has time passed so quickly.

Her choice of music, burned onto a CD, entertained me right to my front door when I drove home.  She does herself a disservice when she talks of her limited musical knowledge.  Her compliation is an eclectic mix across five decades and many genres.  What makes it special is that I know that some of the tracks are there because they express her feelings - and all were chosen with love.

To adore and be adored.

We met today for what felt like the first time in ages. My arm is bending more normally now. So I danced and stripped to a tune I had chosen. Etta James ‘I just wanna make love to you’. And we fucked beautifully. It was an emotional day for me, and it still it. I sooo want more of him. I don’t have enough to satisfy my desire for his company, but he is my perfect lover. I am grateful for small blessings but wish I had more.

Traffic meant that he arrived late; and then I had to leave at 1.30pm for 2 meetings. But immediately hit traffic so bad that I missed both of them so may as well have stayed luxuriating in bed.

I gave him another music compilation CD. Nervously, as he is knowledgeable about music. I don’t need to do this, it is me who wants to be educated and widen my music knowledge. But I hope it gives him pleasure in return for his CDs. A new compilation made with thought and love must be flattering to receive. Even if he does almost always know all the tracks. I am looking forward to his next one to me. I will learn from it, which I am sure he does not from mine – except for learning a little about my tastes.

I have no idea when I will see him again. I hope it is soon.

Jenny x

He calls me his broken winged angel. We didn’t make it to Agent Provocateur. I fell badly and broke my elbow. It needed an operation and five screws to fix it. It still doesn’t straighten or bend fully. It is so sweet that he still thinks I am elegant.

But it led to a period of tension. Of misunderstanding. I felt fragile, wanted nurturing. He perhaps felt unable to satisfy that need. Yet did not realise how powerful gentle words can be even from a distance, or how much effect his messages have in reassuring me.

We cleared the air today via msn. Thank goodness for modern communication.

I miss closeness with him so much when I do not have it.

Jenny x

I must have noticed it before, but somehow it was just part of her overall attraction. 

When she walks she is so graceful.  There is something delicate, lithe, balanced, extraordinarily feminine about her.  She could be a dancer, a gymnast, a model, a teenage girl.

Her movements are poetry.

Of course, it should be simple.  But it seldom is.  Humans are not simple creatures - our emotions, our motives, our hopes and our fears are often complex.

What starts off as straightforward soon becomes much less so. 

It is like unpeeling an onion, and yet in reverse, and it still causes the eyes to burn with tears.

We met on Friday in a pub on a canal in a small village on the Buckinghamshire/Bedfordshire border and ordered food that was good, but that neither of us finished.  I was, and still am unwell, with this undefined illness that seems to have had me in its grip for weeks.  But seeing jenny cheered me up significantly - and we snogged in my car in the car park near the water - hoping my hands wandering over her body would not be noticed by a nearby fisherman. 

She looked beautiful and sexy, and her body felt so good beneath my fingers.

She leaves the country for a weeks holiday tomorrow.  I shall miss her.  But as she writes, we have shopping and sex to look forward to.  I do hate shopping, but there are some things that are worth shopping for. And it will be fun looking at the clothes and dressing my submissive angel in items of my choice.

A shared sexy activity in the public eye.

He hates shopping but we are planning a shopping trip next meeting in just under two weeks. Followed swiftly home to my bedroom. I live not far from an Agent Provocateur store. We are meeting there. He will direct proceedings (including no doubt the assistant) and choose garments/sizes and oversee trying on.

I am excitedly looking forward to it. If he is still ill we (the shop assistant and I, whoever she will be) will let him sit on a stool outside my changing room.

Jenny x

This sums up the day.

I have not been well this past week.  I have no energy, a sore throat, feel constantly dizzy, and at times am listless and without my usual drive.

And yet, as Jenny has written, we had a perfect day - one that was almost 'vanilla', which is so very unusual for me.  Apart from spanking her briefly and a spell of her being blindfolded while I undressed her and my hands roamed over her body, our love-making was entirely without a D/s element. Even the new toy was not BDSM related.

I let her ride me, I let her fuck me with her legs astride me.  She was wearing her thigh high, high heeled boots and dark hold ups and she looked stunning.  My climax was incredible.

It was a lovely day. 

We had the most perfect day today. He arrived at 9am for 6 and a half hours of intimacy and affection. We stayed in my apartment and went out for a romantic meal at lunch time but there the similarity with previous occasions ended.

He was less energetic than usual. Viral and below par. But it made him so loving and for me, so wanting of emotional connection, it was the most special of our days together. He didn’t have the energy to tie me up and it was wonderful for a change to be able to have whole body skin to skin contact and luxuriate in the sensation of being close to him, touching him and exploring his body. We had a new sex toy we played with which was fun, so not just vanilla.

Fond memories.

Jenny x