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Let's Talk...

I am interested in talking to you. What excites you? What is on your mind? I would love to know and share. Do you have a question that you would like to discuss? Do you need to have someone understand your desires? Let us see what we have to talk about.

I will expect respect, though I am not to be feared.

So, off you go to - or call 949 999-5900 and do tell them Saffron sent you (it's my middle name). I am extension 611.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Questions to Ask...

A few self imposed questions to ask myself after last night's very fun munch.

Did I really need the fourth glass of wine?

Was the fifth glass of wine an even worse choice?

Why is my thumb still numb after I let Dove bite me?

Was signing my credit card slip Miss Honey the best idea?

Was leaving the card for the Gang Bang party that someone handed me in with my credit card slip an even worse choice?

Do I now have a long blond hair fetish or is it just a girl petting fetish? But I mean come on, she had very pretty hair and she nearly purred when she got pet.

Why do my feet smell like grapefruit? Oh, wait, I know the answer to that one. Mmmmm... foot massage by a sweet girl. :) Nice they gave us the private room at the restaurant.

Did we entirely scare the new boy who asked... what's a flogger?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Good Morning

He stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving cream on his cheeks, razor slowly scraping it off in long deliberate strokes. Steam rose up from the water in the sink. I walked up behind him, wound my arms around his torso. I leaned against his back and breathed in the scent of him. Hot, wet, man. I ran my hands down his chest while pulling him tighter to me. The curves of him fitting against the curves of me. My hand moved lower now to the soft curls there just above and as I tugged at them gently I nipped at his shoulder. Then lower still to that which now grew hard and harder still.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink and the clean fresh scent of the shaving cream tickled at my sense of smell and the curves fit to curves as I wound my way around to the front and he lifted me up to the counter. He leaned in then to me and wrapped me up with wet hands and his wet face touched mine as the kiss took my breath away as with aching ease he slipped inside. One hand on his shoulder, nails scoring deeper than they should and one hand behind me against the mirror, legs wrapped round.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink, and the smell of fresh, clean, hot, wet man was intoxicating.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Wedding Present

Painted for a young couple about to get married.
Yes, that is the bride.
It is so nice to know such kinky people.
Makes getting creative so much fun.