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May 14, 2019
Last night was the official beginning of our little bet. Chanyeol made homemade kimchi soup with steamed dumplings. And in all honesty it was delicious! Let’s see… what was tonight’s? Ahh dancing. Yes I hope me and yeol can go dancing soon after this. I’ll have to see when his schedule is next free. So it’ll probably be over the weekend. Which is perfectly alright with me, I have access to the dance studio at all times. Who knows maybe I’ll teach him a new dance. Or we could go back to what we used to… if you could actually call that dancing. But hey, it was in the studio right? That counts for something.
I’ve been thinking of learning the choreography to “Thirsty” by Taemin. The song has a very personal and sensual vibe to it, and I’m sure the dance is even better. I know a few of Taemin’s songs by now actually… like “Drip Drop”, “Soldier”, and “Sexuality”. They’re all great songs and the choreos are amazing. I wish… I could see one preformed yknow? But that’ll never happen most likely. I am, completely blind. But let’s not focus on the negative yea..
Well I think that’s all I can muster up today, I’ll be sure to check in tomorrow.
May 15, 2016
Me and yeol spoke about, we’re going to go dancing this weekend. He’s nervous, but I told him to jus have fun with it. It’ll jus be me and him in the studio. Maybe I’ll play some Usher, there’s so many choices for us to dance too. Ahh
So tonight’s the third upload… I don’t know what I want to do in bed… I haven’t let him take control inn a while. Maybe I’ll do that? But then again I love listening to him whine and beg. It’s a treat and a power trip being able to break someone down even when you don’t have something as vital as vision. But I can feel and hear… everything he does and says. It’s mesmerizing. Everyone would assume he’s a main dominant, but oh they’re so wrong. Chanyeol is my baby. He’s a submissive little slut at times and it’s an honor to be the one it’s too.
But we’ll see. Last night yeol helped me cook. I made... I think it was Spicy Braised Chicken. It was so good, I’m happy I was able to help make it. Honestly I don’t know what I would do without yeol in my life. He helps me remember… I can do so many things… even if I’m missing some things.
But hey? What can I say, we all doubt ourselves yea? I’ll check in tomorrow with maybe (?) some juicy details regarding tonight.
May 16, 2019
Last night… oh my god… it was… it was hot to say the least. It started with me teasing, touching anything exposed of yeol I could. God the sounds he made? Literal music to my ears. But I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect a fight from him. And god am I ashamed to say I lost? Yes? No? Maybe? Fuck I enjoyed it. I thrived in it. Chanyeol is physically bigger than me, hence why many think he’s the top within the relationship. But he’s not, granted he’s got the ability and Fuck does he know how to deliver. Now this, idea I guess you could call it. I brought up to him a while back. A dominance fight. I, personally find them so enticing and sexy. A big turn on for this man right here.
I had yeol down, under me at my mercy. His breath hitched and wrists pinned. Within my grasp was a simple strand of rope. A mere movement was all it took for him. A chuckle resonating from him, random enough to completely throw my off guard. Fuck I felt it within my core. I hadn’t realized I started to grind against him until he had me down. Pinned beneath him. It was intoxicating, the nights this would happen. Of course I couldn’t jus let him overtake me, control me. He has to earn it, fight me into being the submissive one. His hip mercilessly on top of my own. His member pressed against mine, harshly earning a gasp from my own lips. Using simply touch and the heat from his body, im able to get us both into an interlocked sitting position. Heavy breathes and undertones of growls is all that present within this room. A simple question from me irking the taller man on.
“Is that all you got slut?”
It’s an easy and low attack, but it’s perfect. The growl releasing from him as I feel the grasp on my throat. The rough push as my back hits the bed once more. God, a moan escapes me. I can practically feel the gaze he’s giving me. I wish I could see it. I’d love to even just once. See his eyes, see him.
It isn’t much of a fight after that, yeol, nor better known as “sir” completely and utterly wrecking any sense of sanity from my being. Drawing pleas and cries from deep within me. Over pushing me beyond my boundaries, god will I be able to walk tomorrow? Fuck probably not. The release has me shaking, flashing in and out of consciousness for a few minutes. Breathe evening as sweet nothings are whispered to me. The smile taking over my features as I move my head towards the sound. My lips locking with his plush ones a small “I love you” falling as I drift into a spent and exhausted rest.
Tomorrow? Let’s check in then.