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This is a crossover post, it could have just as easily bee originated here and reblogged to Huggles and snugs. I decided to post it to H&S because the object of my attenion calls me Uncle Wes, she was one of the ones who opened my eyes to the whole Big/little scene.
I walk in the door of the party, and you make a beeline for me, grabbing on and holding me tight, saying how much you have missed me, and how badly you need me tonight. I look down and see you small and sad, beat down by the world of big people. You believe that although you have not failed in any specific task, you have failed to excel, and so have let me down. We hold each other in the doorway for a moment, then into…
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My most recent Big/little blog post, at http://hugglesandsnugs.wordpress.com where I share my desires for all of my little (and Big too, for that matter) friends!
I want for you to be happy. Not just the lack of being sad thing that is often mistaken for being happy. What I want for you is that deep, delirious, infectious, bubbly happiness that overflows and spills out into the lives of those around you.
I want for you to be healthy. Not just “not sick,” but glowing and vibrant with health, healthy physically, mentally and emotionally. I want you ready to seize the day, strong and vibrant, and to know that whatever comes your way you are ready.
I want for you to be fulfilled. To dream big and dream often, and then go out and live those dreams, and to live every day to the fullest.
I want you to know love. The trusting love of a child for their parent, and the deep, abiding love of a parent for a child. The boisterous love of friendship…
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She was his inspiration, his muse, his raison d’être. Most of the people who saw her saw a young woman on the move, an up and coming business woman climbing her way to the peak. While he saw that, he also saw her vulnerability, her softness, and her delicate, delicious femininity. They had meshed almost as soon as they had met, he was on an assignment to cover the new generation of business leaders and she was his subject. During the discussion leading up to the shoot they had talked about her life and passions, and she had demanded that if she was to be an open book that he should as well. After the pictures had been taken and the notes all committed to his recorder, the long afternoon together had extended into the night, the first of a long succession that had so far continued seven years.
He had been kinky since the first time he tied up the neighbor’s daughter while playing “Cowboys and Indians.” She, on the other hand, had thought that an afternoon of making love with the lights on was daring. The first time he had pulled out his camera to capture her hidden charms she had balked, but after a while she had relented, and then blossomed in front of his lens into a photographers dream, limber and sensual, shedding her inhibitions as soon as they were discovered, and discovering a deep peace in submitting herself to his will. They had never really discussed it, but over the first six months it had become clear they complimented each other perfectly, falling into their roles of Dominant and submissive, experimenting, learning and growing together. They had tried many things, but they kept coming back to the rope.
They had learned this together as well. While she was primarily his subject, she had also learned to tie the carefully crafted bindings, and had even tied him, so that he could better understand her experiences. Today was to be a graduation of sorts, a private time for just the two of them. He sat down and took her foot reverently in his hands, and then the look came to his eyes….
And it began.
I love the look of you, setting there with your eyes closed, concentrating on every nuance of my voice as the fan drones away in the background, blowing your hair willy nilly around your face. I know the peace you feel waiting for the first stinging slash of the cane across your legs, or perhaps today it will be the thud of your favorite flogger on your back and shoulders. this is no punishment, its a reward for your patience while I was away on business, but tonight my only business is you. I know that in this second your universe stops, and you are at peace.
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