#and that bde expression/body language

[maximumninjavoid]

Rewrites part the fifth Mining For Unobtanium

At the risk of being redundant............

if you're under 18 BEGONE with you !

it's a tad angsty

@indigosaurus I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU

“There are other things you like to do, anything you’re willing to teach me?” he asked one morning as we lay in bed, catching my breath, he just had the nerve to look even more invigorated; and I was smitten enough to find him sexier sweaty and musky after a run.

“What are you interested in, that’s the question.”

“Well, I’m curious by nature…”

“No, you’re competitive by nature. This is different. Is it something you want to learn because it makes you hard? Makes your breath catch? Because when you rub one out in the shower, or late at night in your trailer, that’s the scenario that keeps coming back, and you come so hard it almost hurts? Or, is it something you want to learn to add to your already considerable arsenal of seduction?”

He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I could see the gears turning and I smiled and kissed his cheek and got out of bed. “ You’re about to ask me what the difference is, aren’t you?” and I started the shower and got in. I got under the water and waited.

Two, three, four.. And enter Henry. “ The difference is, is it play, is it a scene, is it a relationship, or is it something else?” He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I grabbed a shower puff and body wash and started washing his back. “So, if I had tub cuffs, and they’re restraints, with suction cups, made for baths and showers, and we had spent the night together, and the next morning as we were showering, I restrained your arms, got you really good and hard, wound you up like a Swiss time piece, edged you a time or two, and then scampered out of the shower, you would……”

“Well, I’d release myself, hunt you down, pick you up, play a little rough with you and fuck you right into the mattress, probably using very coarse language, especially if you seemed to like that.” I turned him so I could wash more of him, and get parts of me covered with suds.

“Exactly! And that’s….”

“Play!”

“Precisely. Rather freeform, roll with it, not negotiated, off-the-cuff. You’ve probably been doing it for ages.”

We kissed and washed and rinsed and kissed, I could stand under falling water and look at this man, I wanted to commit it to memory.

As we were drying off I asked him how he knew which women he could face fuck. Surely he couldn’t try that with every woman he had been with.

“ Well, if I’m lucky enough to find a woman without a gag reflex….”

“Don’t even TRY to wink at me, that is the one thing you cannot do!” I laughed.

“Seriously, some women are more…..enthusiastic.”

“Right. And the ones who don’t faint when you release The Kraken might get a second shot…. ”

He put his face in his hands, shaking his head and laughing.

“ You didn’t… ”

“Yes, sir, I most certainly did. There has to have been at least one woman who saw that and tapped out. Ill bet you have a devil of a time getting women to do anal.”

“ I would like to…..”

I thought as much. “ You could negotiate that, with time, patience, a LOT of lube, and gifts. Spectacular gifts.” I giggled.

We got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Coffee in hand, he rummaged around for trainer-approved breakfast and we kept talking. “Now, if she calls you “Daddy”, that’s a whole different barrel of goblins.”

“Why so?”

“Oh, how much time do you have? There are so many different variations on the Daddy dynamic, it could be just that she’s getting off on your BDE, or that you’re in charge for the moment, or in the bedroom, Then there’s Daddy Dom Little Girl, and littles and middles, and that may or may not be your thing, or, for the right woman, it may become YOUR thing. Literally this could be a whole day of conversation. “

He stopped, and gave that a great deal of thought. He ate, I had more psychotic rage stabilizer….. I mean coffee.

"Does it make your cock hard to inflict pain?”

“What kind of question is THAT?”

“A rather fair one if you play with sex and power….”

That one he wasn’t prepared for. I could tell by the body language. His shoulders were sort of rolled in, hunched up, I could see the tension.

“ Let me try to make it less murky. When you spanked me, what was the part of it that got you turned on?”

He didn’t hesitate, answered very quickly. “ It was the way you were reacting, squirming on my lap, arching into it, like you wanted it, and the sounds you made, God, you were practically dripping…..Oh for fuck’s sake, look at what TALKING about this has done!”

And sure enough, Henry had a chubby. I crossed the kitchen to him and pressed up against him, running my hand up and down his thick cock.

“ You poor hedonistic baby…seems you’ve a growing problem,” I smiled and kept palming his dick through his low slung sweatpants. I eased them down over his hips and took him into my warm wet talented mouth.

The days were dwindling down, I was trying to commit every word, every gesture, every nuance to memory, and he knew it. I still hadn’t solidified a plan, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. I had hoped the phone call would come later, I really had wanted the election over and done, but I could see that was just more shenanigans, and maybe home wasn’t necessarily a place after all. Henry probably forgot, but his solicitors didn’t and I was still being well compensated for my skills and knowledge. Aside from getting me here, and my quarantine stay, I hadn’t cost him much of anything. Well, the clothes for our date and whatever he spent for that once in a life time dinner and kitchen tour.

I loved him, and wanted to be with him, but I knew I was holding him back, because as long as I was here, he’d not entertain another woman, and he couldn’t find the mother of his children that way. He couldn’t bring me to meet his brothers and their wives, no cover story. And I didn’t think I could pull off the level of eccentricity required to be the David Bowie character in *The Man who Fell To Earth*. Henry would get past it. Too driven, too determined really, to wallow. Too good at his craft, really. And he certainly did not need a dodgy old albatross around his neck. When he went for his runs, I worked on my exit strategy.

I needed contingencies. I felt like August Walker, you know, great peace, great pain, blow everything up, rip half my face off, not look nearly as good doing it……So, if I wasn’t going back to the US, where would I go? I couldn’t really retire, so I started looking for a job. With my credentials, I actually got a few nibbles doing residential treatment, and that would decrease my cost considerably. No rent, no food. I’d have to get someone to look after my little house, put my things in storage, or jettison it all. Maybe it was just stuff after all. Odd to think how easy it would be to dismantle it all.

When he was home, there was not a glimmer of even a hint of bother to be seen. I didn’t want to taint our interactions with any of my difficulties, and being who he is, my hero would try his best to solve or fix the situation. I knew it wasn’t solve- able. There isn’t any fix for bad timing, really. Smiles, laughs, kisses, cuddles, amazing sex, deep conversations, talking about life and interpersonal interactions and power exchange and all the varied ways one can fuse pain and pleasure so that the line blurs, or even vanishes. We spoke of my passion for cutting, and how blood started out as a hard limit for me back when the crust of the earth was cooling. How I tried temporary piercing, decoratively, and my dear friend Robin of blessed memory. I told him the story of being on stage at this event with all of these needles in my flesh, with feathers and beads, and jewels, all above the lines of the corset I wore that night. How she had done laces up and down each upper arm, and when the show dragged, I would flick the needles and release more endorphins to entertain myself, keeping the *big show business smile*.

Henry threw back his head and let loose a tremendous belly laugh, deep and rich. It warmed my heart to hear that sound.

“ Oh, I haven’t told you the best part! This is ….” and I started laughing, remembering how ridiculous this next part is.

“So, I get this *brilliant* idea that covered with piercings, I should auction off hugs, to raise money for the charity. Not one of my brighter moments, but, the endorphins were running and I might have been a bit buzzed, and the bids are flying, more and more and my friends are pooling their resources, and this one individual bids a huge amount. I didn’t think twice. I said sold, and took the money for the charity. ”

As it turned out, this was a not good choice. He comes up on stage, I’ve got a live microphone in my hand, he grabs me and proceeds to rake his hands up and down my arms, right where the laces are. I cannot describe how much it hurt. Needles literally ripped out of my arms. Blood flowing down my arms, and, I’m on stage. Can’t cuss him out. Somebody jumps on stage and gets him off me. They take me off stage and somebody closes the show, they take out all the needles, that took a minute, clean me up, and apparently, someone from my family of choice had words with the guy, as he came to apologize profusely.

Henry’s mouth is open. He’s staring at me.

“What?”

“I would have killed him.”

“Darling boy. That’s so sweet of you to say, and I have no doubt that you would have thrashed him. But you can’t do that, you know.”

“ But it doesn’t change the way I feel, or how I believe it should be…”

“ I know. And your folks did a marvelous job raising all of you hellions. Your poor dear mother…. But that’s part of the price of your fame sweetheart. ”

“What do you mean? The price of my fame?”

“ Sweet dear wonderful man…..lets say you’re out at the pub, you have a couple of pints, right? Pints? Don’t you dare laugh because I don’t know what they’re called…. And you meet this lovely bird, and decide to put your World Famous Henry Cavill moves on her. She, being very smart in addition to attractive, goes for it, and Bob’s your uncle, you’re snogging in the alley , really playing tonsil hockey…

"Tonsil Hockey? Is that an American sport?”

I lobbed a pillow at him. “ Don’t interrupt. You’re all over each other, you’re working on sliding your hand under her jumper… And flash bulbs.”

“Or, you’re dating someone, you’ve been teasing the daylights out of each other all evening, and you pull her close and whisper in her ear that you can’t wait to get her home and stuff her full of your big fat cock. She positively MELTS, and says *Oh, God Daddy…” Just a little too loudly"

“Price. Of. Fame. “

“Lucky for you, darling, your fans are a devoted lot and they will destroy anyone or anything that they perceive has done you wrong. I almost feel bad for that radio hack who did SUCH a miserable interview with you, and then whined about it. That was what? Three movies ago? He is STILL being flogged. Speaking of flogged, let’s work on your technique.”

I found a job in Thailand, and was negotiating a start date for right around the time he went back to filming. I just hadn’t figured out how to actually make my exit.

I did what came naturally to me in difficult times. I got out the heavy weight paper, and the good pens and started to write.

“ Look, love, I’ve got to go. Its for the best, really. No woman worth you will start dating you with me lurking around, peeking out from behind potted palms. And I KNOW you want a family. A traditional one. Like everyone else in your family. You are perfect husband material, and you’re going to be the most doting dad that ever there was. I hope you have a daughter. She will wrap you around her finger like taffy. And enough boys for rugby, of course. You know I still want to be a part of your life, I just know that it may not be possible. I promise you will always know where to find me, and if you really need me, I will always have your six. Text me the phrase we agreed upon, and I will drop everything and be right at your side, as fast as I possibly can. Whenever, wherever. That’s my word bond to you. While I draw breath, I am yours. But, Hen, you must understand I love you far too much to keep you from your dreams, or worse, to have you wake one day and see those beautiful eyes tinted with regret or resentment. I couldn’t bear it.

Find a woman who loves you for you. If you retired, and built ships in bottles ( and how DO they do that, anyway?) She should love you just as much as if you were fifty feet tall in Times Square. Make sure she’s self entertaining. If you get lost on a quest, she needs to be able to find her own things to do, that she loves, and you’d best encourage those things. Share her passions like I know she will want to share yours. Don’t fall for that stalker shite, sugar. I know, I’m going to tease you about that till the Fourteenth of forever. That’s funny. Never let your PR people pick your dates. Somebody who’s rude to staff or servers or underlings NEVER EVER gets a second date. If KAL doesn’t like her, run away, FAST. Find a woman who makes you laugh. And who loves sex and intimacy as much as you do, and make sure she understands that those are two separate things. There will come a time when sex will not be as spontaneous, when you’ve got to work at making time to be a couple, and not mummy and daddy. Never take each other for granted. Appreciation and honest kind words go so far. Harsh words cause the deepest wounds, tear open the oldest scars. Be gentle with each other.

If you can, make her part of your team, and you of hers. Support her work enthusiastically. If you’re not worlds away, show up for her things, and the kids' things. Nothing is as adorable as the performances of small children, and before you know it, they won’t want to spend any time with you.

Always foster her independence. It gives her room to grow and she will never run out of ways to contribute.

If you give her more than three babies in four years, GET THE WOMAN SOME HELP. And for everyone’s sake a nice OLD lady, older than I am. There is no win in the mixture of post partum depression, struggling to get your figure back and some chippie in your house falling all over your husband and "stealing your children”. And that woman who comes to help? Her NDA better be tighter than a camel’s ass in a sandstorm.

I’m trying so hard to not forget anything. I know you and I know once you read this you’re going to be quite cross with me and I won’t hear from you for a while. You’ll be licking your wounds, as will I.”

I stepped out to smoke, it didn’t help.

This was going to be ugly crying. I blew my nose, splashed cold water on my face, and soldiered on. I picked up the pen, not even enjoying the feel of a good pen in my hand, unappreciative of its heft and balance, giving no fucks about the way it glided across the page. I might as well be writing in my own blood.

“Cross with me. My talent for understatement, I suppose. You’ll be furious. And I’m sorry. I know, its insulting and insufficient. But I am sorry. And you know I would use the fragments of my broken heart to mend yours, but I am not wizard enough to make this what it can never be.

I meant what I said. If you need me, I will be there. Be honest with her, about what part I play in your well being…. That at some point you may need to surrender your control. That even Daddies need Daddies. And for both your comfort and your honor, I can promise not to annihilate your marriage vows while providing that for you. You CAN do what it is we do with out sex. It just isn’t as fun.

I don’t think now that you’ve opened Pandora’s box that it will close easily. I believe the things you’ve found there resonate too deeply for you to just dismiss them. It is why you came looking in the first place, because you knew that those pieces were missing, there were voids to be filled. But remember, you can’t play these reindeer games with everyone. This can’t get out, can’t be public, so be careful. I know your heart, I have the measure of you. I have no concerns that you’ll be callous or unnecessarily cruel. You’ll find that edge and ride it like some fucking prize stallion in a steeplechase, but you won’t ever be abusive and there will always be love and passion behind what you do, its who you are.

Thank you my dearest, for allowing me the opportunity to pass on my skills, and my knowledge. The people that taught me would be so pleased to meet you, to see your heart, your passion, your skill. Bless you for letting me tell you my stories. I know now that they will not disappear. You will never know how much of a gift that was for me, and I can never repay you.

All my love in this life and the next…..”

And I signed it.

I folded it and put it in the envelope, and started gathering my things. Time was running out.

I sent a box or two back to the States, made arrangements for someone to look after my house, and researched flights. I could be in Bangkok in less than three days, and with a negative Covid test, no quarantine. Going back to work would get me out of my own head, and I knew, if I stayed there; in my head, very bad things were in store for me. They had sent my visas, my work documentation, my offer letter, and an open ended return ticket. Most of what I needed I could obtain when I got there, and the idea of having a custom tailored wardrobe was very appealing. Plus, it is a rainforest jungle. Shorts and t shirts, wraps, sandals, not much more than that, really. Maybe a swimsuit or two. With my vacation days I could see all the places on my bucket list and/or do medical tourism.

It’s funny, to be gone for this long and have it not be that big of a deal, in a pandemic. No one was even looking for me.

Now I needed to start working on the Long Goodbye.

When he came home that evening I had dinner waiting. Kal’s dinner too.

I wasn’t fucking around. Soft lights, candles, that red wine he liked, I wasn’t going to miss a trick. I was all put together, everything shaved, lotioned, make up that looked like I hadn’t any make up. I mean, I can’t do fresh faced anymore. During dinner we talked and I worked so hard not to lose it completely. I smiled and laughed in the appropriate places, held up my end of the conversation. At the conclusion of the meal I started to tidy up and he followed me into the kitchen. Music was playing and I was humming as I did the dishes. I didn’t realize he was leaning against the doorway, watching me.

He crossed the space in just a few steps, one arm at my waist and spun me around to face him. I squeaked, startled. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss, took my hand and danced around the kitchen with me …… Henry singing in my ear “Ooooh, I been missing you

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And the way you make me feel inside

What can I do? I can tell you’ve got your pride now, baby

Come to me (oh well, oh well)

Let me ease your mind (oh babe)

I’ve got the remedy, yes I do

Now give me just a little time

(Here in my mind, Girl, I wanna shake you down)

I wanna rock you down

(I can give you all the lovin you need)

I’m gonna love you

(Come on let me take you down)

Oh well or well

(We’ll go all the way to heaven)”

* Gregory Abbott “ Shake You Down” ###

I was pulled up tight against him, one of his legs in between mine as we slow danced, my head on his shoulder, I was practically purring. Back in the day we called that cock dragging. He led magnificently, I didn’t think about how clumsy I usually was or where my feet were going, he just guided me around the kitchen singing to me, dancing. I looked up at him, lost in those deep soulful eyes….

” You were three when this song came out" I laughed.

“ I have several older brothers and the music you love brings back great memories. ” As the song ended he dipped me, practically to the floor, and I didn’t panic. His strong arms had me. I was secure and knew I wouldn’t fall.

Well, not from being dipped. He ran his tongue up my sternum, between my breasts, up my neck to finally claim my mouth.

[maximumninjavoid]

Mining for Unobtanium chapter 31

Ninety One followers. We are growing, slowly. I love that you’re all willing to come along on this ride with me.

I tried to make the most of the time that I had left, I could hear the incessant ticking ticking ticking, but I shoved that down, hard, and faked left and right like a receiver out running tackles. Walter Payton in his heyday would have been proud. "There are other things you like to do, anything you're willing to teach me?"  he asked one morning as we lay in bed, catching my breath, he just had the nerve to look even more invigorated; and I was smitten enough to find him sexier sweaty and musky after a run. "What are you interested in, that's the question." "Well, I'm curious by nature..." "No, you're competitive by nature. This is different. Is it something you want to learn because it makes you hard? Makes your breath catch? Because when you rub one out in the shower, or late at night in your trailer, that's the scenario that keeps coming back, and you come so hard it almost hurts? Or, is it something you want to learn to add to your already considerable arsenal of seduction?" He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I could see the gears turning and I smiled and kissed his cheek and got out of bed. " You're about to ask me what the difference is, aren't you?" and I started the shower and got in. I got under the water and waited. Two, three, four.. And enter Henry. " The difference is, is it play, is it a scene, is it a relationship, or is it something else." He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I grabbed a shower puff and body wash and started washing his back. "So, if I had tub cuffs, and they're restraints, with suction cups, made for baths and showers, and we had spent the night together, and the next morning as we were showering, I restrained your arms, got you really good and hard, wound you up like a Swiss time piece, edged you a time or two, and then scampered out of the shower, you would......" "Well, I'd release myself, hunt you down, pick you up, play a little rough with you and fuck you right into the mattress, probably using very coarse language, especially if you seemed to like that." I turned him so I could wash more of him, and get parts of me covered with suds. "Exactly! And that's...." "Play!" "Precisely. Rather freeform, roll with it, not negotiated, off the cuff. You've probably been doing it for ages." We kissed and washed and rinsed and kissed, I could stand under falling water and look at this man, I wanted to commit it to memory. As we were drying off I asked him how he knew which women he could face fuck. Surely he couldn't try that with every woman he had been with. " Well, if I'm lucky enough to find a woman without a gag reflex...." "Don't even TRY to wink at me, its the one thing you cannot do!" I laughed. "Seriously, some women are more.....enthusiastic." "Right. And the ones who don't faint when you release The Kraken might get a second shot.... " He put his face in his hands, shaking his head and laughing. " You didn't... " "Yes, sir, I most certainly did. There has to have been at least one woman who saw that and tapped out. Ill bet you have a devil of a time getting women to do anal." " I would like to....." I thought as much. " You could negotiate that, with time, patience, a LOT of lube, and gifts. Spectacular gifts." I giggled. We got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Coffee in hand, he rummaged around for trainer approved breakfast and we kept talking. "Now, if she calls you Daddy, that's a whole different barrel of goblins." "Why so?" “Oh, how much time do you have? There are so many different variations on the Daddy dynamic, it could be just that she's getting off on your BDE, or that you're in charge for the moment, or in the bedroom, Then there's Daddy Dom little girl, and little and middles, and that may or may not be your thing, or, for the right woman, it may become YOUR thing. Literally this could be a whole day of conversation. " He stopped, and gave that a great deal of thought. He ate, I had more psychotic rage stabilizer..... I mean coffee. "Does it make your cock hard to inflict pain?" "What kind of question is THAT?" "A rather fair one if you play with sex and power...." That one he wasn't prepared for. I could tell by the body language. His shoulders were sort of rolled in, hunched up, I could see the tension. " Let me try to make it less murky. When you spanked me, what was the part of it that got you turned on?" He didn't hesitate, answered very quickly. " It was the way you were reacting, squirming on my lap, arching into it, like you wanted it, and the sounds you made, God, you were practically dripping.....Oh for fuck's sake, look at what TALKING about this has done!" And sure enough, Henry had a chubby. I crossed the kitchen to him and pressed up against him, running my hand up and down his thick cock. " You poor hedonistic baby...seems you've a growing problem " I smiled and kept palming his dick through his low slung sweatpants. I eased them down over his hips and took him into my warm wet talented mouth.