This morning provides the perfect opportunity for switchy sex. I’m lounging on the bed in these little frilly shorts, with Sylvan looking over the rim of his glasses at the way my smooth, long legs almost gleam in the morning sunshine. As soon as I get that shiver of longing I just think… yes. Right now. This is the kind of moment that cries out for this kind of play.

He kisses me, deep and long, while spooning me from behind. His big, gentle hands stroking and squeezing at my bum in those small silky shorts. It gives me a kick of that naughtiness that, for some reason, my heart’s always chasing. The need to feel insignificant-yet-cared-for at the hands of a softly dominant man.

I remember on one of our very early dates before we’d ever even seen each other naked, Sylvan asked me—over the rim of a wine glass filled with a..READMORE

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