Author: sweet_durian

Jay and Durian – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

Jay first contacted me after Jade a mutual friend had suggested we should meet. He was polite, almost seemed a little boring and very much to the point. We had barely exchanged 5 messages when he wrote:

>So Jade tells me you like to spend time in isolation as well as serve?

I’m not exactly prude, but given we both knew that we’d probably meet in real life, it was a bit more direct than I really hoped for. I usually liked to get to know my counterpart on a bit of a personal level first.

I put the chat on the back burner for a few days, but when the weekend arrived and I had some spare time, I decided to start a longer chat. After an hour of discussing our ideas, we decided to have a video call.

Jay had a friendly face, gentle mannerism and seemed to always smile in an endearing way. His blonde hair was neatly trimmed and structured in place with gel. His face was narrow as were his lips and his eyes never looked away from the screen when he was facing it. Read more »

[F/M] My last weekend [BDSM] [Bondage] [Mdom] [Predicaments]

Dan and I had been messaging for weeks. We started off discussing bondage positions. He really seemed to understand my desires and he was creative. But our exchanges were brief, to the point. He described a setting and the restriction and I would imagine myself in it, reply with how I think I’d feel in the first minutes, after an hour, after two. If I felt it would be possible to endure longer, I’d continue to describe what I’d expect it to feel like after 4, 8, 12 hours or even a full day.

Dan would respond with anything he thought was not realistic, I’d agree or defend my original response. Then like clockwork the next Saturday, he sent the next position.

Our exchange lasted over 9 months, 40 odd weekly exchanges, the same format. No personal questions, though it was clear from his posts that he read my posting history and was aware of what I shared. I did the same. So I knew he was around 10 years older than me, not very experienced, but had taken part in some workshops and he was a switch. Read more »

The barista

7am the bus pulls up at the stop on time to the second. I look over to the main entrance, Starbucks is open, I can get my daily dose of a ‘pick me up’. I step inside and slowly look around. It’s too early and there’s barely anyone inside.

I see the barista, our eyes meet and as usual, I smile, his nearly black eyes looking at mine. “How are you?” I ask him, like every morning and he responds as usual. “I’m ready, to take your order.” He’s tall, his eyes so deeply dark, his smile cute, his hair a bit too short. Why does he not let it grow a little longer, use a little more gel?

Yes, some other men are looking at me as longing at I look at him. But I don’t care about them. All I care about is this dark-haired, tall and handsome barista. I would not be here if it was not for him.

Does he know that I will bite my lips not to say his name later tonight as I push my vibe up between my legs? Does he know that I think of him when I take a sliver of toothpaste and spread it in my wetness to increase the sensitivity of my skin when I dream of him? Read more »

She cried

She approached the heavy black main door at the bottom of the stairs with a deep breath. It was the first door she would open, the first thing she would be able to manipulate in over 12 hours. A sign of freedom she had longed for weeks to give up. Almost exactly half a day earlier, losing this freedom had been exactly what had happened, the moment the had stepped through this door. And now as she faced this very boundary to regain her normal self, she hesitated for a moment, one breath, no more, but also no less.

When she emerged on the other side, any observer would have seen a friendly girl, confident, looking a bit younger than her late 20s. Black hair and her eyes gave her Asian roots away. Her knee-long yellow skirt, the blue Doc Martens, the black faux leather jacket, her outfit was neither cheap nor overpriced, but always a bit out there unusual.

With a steady pace, she took a left and walked towards the main road. If her gait had been reluctant for the first half dozen steps all that was gone in seconds. Read more »