Have you noticed that my Site Meter counter is over 90,000? I'll definitely give a good prize for my 100,000th visitor, if it can be determined who they are. And I think I've picked up some new readers from the banners I ran recently. I'm wondering how many of them think I'm a guy because they've read date reports but haven't read my profile.

Deb, Jake, Anat and AGF went to a reading Thursday night while I stayed home with Sara. Last night the four of us ate Deb's home made pot pie and watched "Monsters, Inc." on DVD. Excellent movie. Excellent dinner.

Just so you know, it's flagrant cat taunting like this that makes Angel bodyslam our front storm door.

Thursday night we played with Lauren and Alex, Sara getting to wear her schoolgirl uniform again. Lauren's mom told her to go hang out at Alex's house after school until she (mom) got home and called her. Lauren breezes in around 8:00 without having called Alex to tell him she'd be so late, so he's a little ticked. She says she was working on the yearbook. She's also wearing her school uniform. He hasn't seen that in a while. Usually when she comes over, she's been at home and changed out of it. It affects him in a way it didn't used to.

They hang out on the couch, making small talk. He's trying to attempt normalcy and see how she's reacting to him. He's been traveling a lot this summer and hasn't seem much of her. He can't help but reach across the back of the couch and let his fingers play in her hair. She asks if he wants to go upstairs.

It was a great scene. Alex and Lauren have a really interesting relationship with a lot of different layers. The age difference is totally taboo, but he's not a bad guy. They really care for each other. She's totally crushed out on him, and he loves her, but not in a "this will last forever" way. And finally, they've got a sort of teacher/student relationship in the realm of BDSM. She's turning out to be somewhat of a natural bottom. They're exploring that side of her more and more.

We'd been kissing and I had her shirt off. She was still wearing a bra and the pleated plaid skirt. She was asking what was I going to do with her tonight. I told her to get on her hands and knees and then showed her how to arch her back and stick her ass out for me. I pushed her little skirt up around her waist and fucked her like that.

I told her to untie my boots with her teeth.

I told her she had to loosen the laces enough with her teeth to be able to pull them off with her hands. She looked a little confused. Amusedly bewildered. But she went to work on it anyway. I told her she had to keep her hands behind her back. She made a very pretty picture.

"Do you know why I'm making you do this?"
"No."
"Do you like the smell of the leather of my boots?" She nods her head, yes.
"Do you like the feel of the boots against your cheek?" She nods her head, yes.
"And how does it make you feel to do something in a way that's harder than it has to be just because I told you to?"

I wish I remembered exactly what her answer was, because it was good.

When she was done with that task, I asked her if she wanted to play a new game. Of course she was all for it. I had her stand and started to tie her up. I did several wraps under her breasts and then several loops that went like a bandolier under her left breast and over her right shoulder. Then I took another 50-foot length of rope and wrapped it around her upper chest. She was worried about her skirt getting messed up because she had to wear it to school the next day, so I took it off for her. I finished off by tying her hands at her sides�three or four loops around the wrists and then the rest of the rope passing both in front of and behind her so that she couldn't move her hands forward or backward.

She was loving it. I put the big bed roll (the rolled up single futon) on the bed and bent her over it and took her there. Then I pulled her upright again, ditched the bed roll, layed her on her back on the bed, and took her again. Realize that she doesn't have much control or balance when she's tied up like this, so when I say I layed her down, I mean I had to place her there. She liked being handled and posed like that.

The chronology is confused, and I can't remember if she was still tied up or not, but she gave me an amazing blow job at one point while I fucked her with my hand and chewed on one of her breasts. She was coming in buckets.

Lauren told Alex that when he'd been away, she kept thinking about the times he'd acted mean and rough with her, and it excited her. She told him how hard it was, when her friends who were sleeping with their boyfriends raved about the quick, out of control, unsatisfying, teenage boy type sex they had, not to trump their boasting by telling them about the amazing sex she is having with him. She said she tells them that it gets better when the boys get older and learn what they're doing. They ask her how she's supposed to know, considering she's never even had a boyfriend. And she has to tell them that she reads a lot and keep her mouth shut. Inside, this is scaring the piss out of Alex, but he tells her that he trusts her not to tell anyone about them, which he does. She also told him how much she likes it when he uses possessive words in reference to her, like "mine."

When Sara gets into bondage like that, it's hard to get her out of it. She wants to curl up and sleep in it. Eventually I got her out of it in time for the rope impressions to fade before she had to go to work.

Casualties: two condoms, two towels, one bed pad

Sara came by Friday morning after her shift, still in uniform and horny as hell. What could I do? Say no?

I was supposed to be waking up Deb any moment so that she could get up and get dressed and car pool with me. What I wanted to do was drag Sara upstairs and work on her for about 30 minutes. What I did was unbuckled her belt and unzipped her fly as she undid the buttons of her uniform shirt for me and presented me with a breast. I dug my hand down into her panties. She'd been reading porn for part of the night and she was already good and wet.

With just a little bit of finger action she was coming. "Whew. Okay. That took the edge off." And she put herself together and went back home.

No casualties.

Friday night we played with just us. I suggested a scene where we could be neighbors having an adulterous affair, but she wanted to hold off on that for a night when we've got more time so that we could do a "first time" scene. Those are always great. The initial kissing has such a charge to it, as does the first intimate touch, and ungh.

We talked about things we'd like to do this month. Some things take longer than others, so we have to plan for a date where we have time.

At Sara's request we agreed that on one evening this month, she's going to come to me and ask me to hurt her, and I'm going to see how far we can go.

I want to get into her ass with my cock at least once. That takes time and she doesn't want to have to go to work afterward.

She wants to take Denzel again at some point.

I want a sleepover.

While we're talking I'm caressing her, fondling her, penetrating her, holding her. For the most part it was relaxed with a teensy bit of ass play. But when I covered her mouth with my hand and fucked her, she shot about two quarts of liquid. Mmmmmm. I love sex with Sara.

Casualties: one towel, one bed pad, undershirt