

Had quite the sendoff last night before I got ready for the airport. Nothing like a casual weekend trip for a renaissance festival and, uh, a personal sex dungeon... A night of being blindfolded (that's a new one!) on a cross to get spanked and flogged, teased with fingers and a vibrator, then getting moved to the bedroom to ride another sex toy, before getting fucked deeply into a mattress while desperately holding back the words "Yes Sir." That was a hell of an intrusive thought, lemme tell you. Between that and getting repeatedly called a good boi, I am having quite the sexual awakening lately. While I was lying in bed to catch my breath, wet and dripping with his cum, he went to the kitchen to make us some roasted potatoes with brie and stuffed mushrooms. I'm feeling pretty damn spoiled, my dudes. I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep with someone unless a meal like that is provided afterwards. I'm getting Pavlov'd into craving cheese with orgasms. After we ate, we curled up for a nap until it was time to take me back to the airport. An 11:30PM flight is worth it when you get to maximise your time like that. And I just loved having a piece of him to take home with me. 🫠I wish I stole a shirt so I could keep his scent longer though. What a wonderful weekend!!