Photos taken in the bedroom at Chez Omnivores, Wednesday 29 June 2011.
Model: Miss O.
Photographer: Mr. O.
Thursday 30 June 2011
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Challenge: What Happened Next... [Omniher]
Standing in a public toilet cubicle, naked from the waist and cursing myself for not having so much as a pair of nail scissors or a waiter's friend in my ridiculously oversized handbag that I could use to destroy my clothing. Not how I typically start my working week, but my reality yesterday. Because Mr O had demanded that I remove my underwear and cut a hole in the crotch of my tights. Why? I wasn't privy to that information yet, and knew better than to ask. He'd tell me when HE was ready.
It was a game, just like all those that we used to play when we first met. Wear these smartballs to work. Don't wear underwear today. Flash that waiter. Tease yourself, but don't come till I call you - then I want to hear it happen. But this was the first in a long time. And I couldn't let him down.
It was a game, just like all those that we used to play when we first met. Wear these smartballs to work. Don't wear underwear today. Flash that waiter. Tease yourself, but don't come till I call you - then I want to hear it happen. But this was the first in a long time. And I couldn't let him down.
Sunday 26 June 2011
Challenge (Omnihim)
It has been far too long since I've given Miss O a proper challenge. Between the ups and downs we've had since breaking up with Miss L, the (welcome, but sometimes consuming) distractions of other lovers/potential lovers, etc., I've gotten out of the habit of giving her the random tasks that featured so heavily in the early stages of our relationship.
Until this morning. Inspired by Miss O's enthusiastic reaction to the latest post on the (brilliant, highly recommended) Sex Experiment, I decided to make her day a bit more interesting. My first text instructed her to get rid of her underwear for the day, and cut a hole in the crotch of her tights. After she replied to let me know that she'd done it, I sent the following:
"On your lunch break, you need to find a place to get yourself off for me where you could potentially get caught. Can be as public or private as you'd like, but it can't be a place where you're not potentially exposed to people (no public toilet cubicles, etc). And if you get caught, you either have to keep going till you finish regardless of who is watching, or find another spot. If you run out of time on your lunch break, then try again after work. Regardless, your day isn't finished until you come in public. After work, we'll meet at a bar of your choosing for a drink and you'll recount the story to me while you're making yourself come again."
Stay tuned for further updates...
- Mr. O
Until this morning. Inspired by Miss O's enthusiastic reaction to the latest post on the (brilliant, highly recommended) Sex Experiment, I decided to make her day a bit more interesting. My first text instructed her to get rid of her underwear for the day, and cut a hole in the crotch of her tights. After she replied to let me know that she'd done it, I sent the following:
"On your lunch break, you need to find a place to get yourself off for me where you could potentially get caught. Can be as public or private as you'd like, but it can't be a place where you're not potentially exposed to people (no public toilet cubicles, etc). And if you get caught, you either have to keep going till you finish regardless of who is watching, or find another spot. If you run out of time on your lunch break, then try again after work. Regardless, your day isn't finished until you come in public. After work, we'll meet at a bar of your choosing for a drink and you'll recount the story to me while you're making yourself come again."
Stay tuned for further updates...
- Mr. O
Saturday 25 June 2011
Bondage Tape (Photos)
Photos taken in the bedroom at Chez Omnivores, Saturday 25 June 2011.
Model: Miss O.
Photographer: Mr. O.
Identities (Omnihim)
It sucks, being forcefully reminded of something that you'd (probably willfully) let slip out of your consciousness. That sinking feeling of everything rushing back, cynicism and disappointment, thoughts and observations and an entire body of negative experience ramming their way through temporary (more or less blissful) ignorance to settle like sludge in your brain.
I'll get to the point soon, but first -- rewind.
I'll get to the point soon, but first -- rewind.
Sunday 19 June 2011
My First DP, Or: On How I Became Cock Crazy [Omniher]
As many bi people will tell you, one is rarely ever attracted both cocks and cunts equally. Sometimes this means that you spend all of your life being attracted to one and flirting with the other on occasion, sometimes it means that you'll take either gladly but have a slight preference for one. Often preference changes.
Myself? Well, I tend to hang out around the 'either's good, both is better' part of the spectrum, with a slight preference for cunts. Most of my long term relationships have generally been with guys, simply by virtue of the fact that there are far more straight/bi guys in this world than lesbian/bi girls so there is far more chance of me finding a compatible mate in the former group. But when it comes to fucking other people I'm all about the girls. Oh, you have a penis? That's nice dear, hope it makes you happy. There's a slim to none chance that I'm going to like it better than Mr O's fabulous specimen, so don't waste my time. You have a cunt? Well why the fuck are your clothes still on? Sit on my face now! That is, until this week. Suddenly I am cock crazy and can't get enough of it.
Why this sudden change? You could say it was part of the natural fluctuation that one experiences. You could say that it was because I've just come out of a relationship with a very selfish cunt that didn't like fucking me nearly as much as I liked fucking it (or was just too lazy to be bothered returning the favour?). Or you could say that it was because last Monday I experienced my first ever DP.
Myself? Well, I tend to hang out around the 'either's good, both is better' part of the spectrum, with a slight preference for cunts. Most of my long term relationships have generally been with guys, simply by virtue of the fact that there are far more straight/bi guys in this world than lesbian/bi girls so there is far more chance of me finding a compatible mate in the former group. But when it comes to fucking other people I'm all about the girls. Oh, you have a penis? That's nice dear, hope it makes you happy. There's a slim to none chance that I'm going to like it better than Mr O's fabulous specimen, so don't waste my time. You have a cunt? Well why the fuck are your clothes still on? Sit on my face now! That is, until this week. Suddenly I am cock crazy and can't get enough of it.
Why this sudden change? You could say it was part of the natural fluctuation that one experiences. You could say that it was because I've just come out of a relationship with a very selfish cunt that didn't like fucking me nearly as much as I liked fucking it (or was just too lazy to be bothered returning the favour?). Or you could say that it was because last Monday I experienced my first ever DP.
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