And so it begins:Lavender Meets Sir Leather
As I've said in my intro, I've led an interesting life and now will delve back into my memory to bring you interesting stories of how I came to truly explore my full sensual side - a bit of in-depth look, as you might say, into the evolution of Lavender - to bring her to where she is today! My husband passed away, alas, when I was still in full swing in my career. Sad event, yes, to be sure - but we had a good life together and I know many who did not have such a good life with their soul-mate, their chosen partner in life. He was my soul-mate - and I was his soul-mate - it was good - the usual ups and downs - but we got through it all, and never dreamed that he would be taken so suddenly, and our dreams of an early retirement and world travel would never come to fruition. Career-wise, I felt it best to continue in my position, as it brought me fulfillment in life - I could easily afford to retire, but what would truly be the point? So continue I did - and my life evolved into one of a fairly solitary existence, but this was of my own choosing. For sure, I would meet up with various friends from time to time - going out to events in the community - far from being a recluse, but definitely not "out every night of the week", nor even every weekend! One weekend - it was just over a year since the passing of my husband - I was out with a group of my own friends, and a few of them had brought along a few extras. A gentleman that I did not know was introduced to me who was among these "extras" that had been added into the midst of our crowd. He was tall - distinguished looking - sort of a cross between Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott - salt and pepper hair - thick bushy mustache - a voice not quite so deep as Sam Elliott, but of a timbre that was matching to his "distinguished" looks. As we were introduced he had a bit of a twinkle - sparkle if you will - in his eye - "pleased to meet you, Lavender - that is an interesting name!" Oh yes, another that wondered if it was a name I had made up and taken on as my own during those 60s flower child days - or were my parents artists, and dreamed up calling me by one of their favorite colors? We conversed on light topics - enjoyed the entertainment of the evening - but I kept being drawn to the combo of the twinkle of the eye and the way his salt and pepper hair seemed to put him just "a cut above" others in the group. When it came time for me to leave, this fellow accompanied to my car - not that i needed assistance, I was an independent woman, used to taking care of myself - but it gave me a bit of a feeling of "ah yes, this is what I have missed, a man by my side, ready to assist if need be, but not insinuating himself unless/until needed" - and that was a good feeling! I turned to say goodnight to him, and he leaned in to me, putting his arm around my waist, but oh wait - just a little bit lower! Shocking - maybe so - but it was so gentle and so unobtrusive - that I did not pull away - and he leaned in, gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and asked if he could take me to brunch the following morning. "Yes, that would be nice" I answered in reply - and gave him my address to pick me up the following day. It was all just so very natural - perhaps because he was every bit the gentleman - albeit with just a hint of something lurking behind that twinkle in the eye and that ever so slightly straying hand! The following morning, he picked me up - we journeyed to a little restaurant overlooking the water - enjoyed a lovely brunch, chatting about all manner of social topics - and then when he took me home, I invited him in, naturally. We sat on my deck - enjoying the view - and then this twinkling eyed mustached gentleman said that he felt we had a connection, and he would very much like to explore that connection. He proceeded to explain to me that he truly believed women and men to be equal - but that there were sometimes interesting roles that each could play that would bring infinite pleasure to a relationship between them. He wanted to be very upfront and honest with me that when he sought out a lady for her company, he wanted to have that relationship open to explore these nuances - and he explained that his "name" was Sir Leather in this instance, and he would like me to call him either "Sir Leather" or "Sir" from that moment on, should I desire to deepen our relationship beyond passing acquaintances. My mind was not shocked - maybe it showed on my face I was a bit shocked (or maybe it didn't) - and I nodded, and then indicated that he should continue and explain more of this to me. Sir Leather explained to me that he was every bit the gentleman - he would treat me respectfully and as a lady - but that there would be times (many times!) I would be his naked Lady - sometimes his naked Lady bound in ropes - bottom up over Sir's lap as a naked Lady receiving a spanking - Sir's naked Lady dressed in costume and accompanying Him to a special social event (where there would be other naked Ladies with their Sirs) - and that He would let me think on this, as to whether it might be something I was willing to move forward in, and explore with Him. My heart beat faster - my pussy, nay, my CUNT, flooded with juices - and all I could do was nod in the affirmative! |
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