Journal 71
Adele 31
Cellist
- Life
- A music room with the case left open
- Temper
- Soft voiced and firm
Kinks
- She leads because he asked
- A scarf over the eyes, her voice left on
- She wants the kiss as much as the rest
I am Adele, thirty-one. I play the cello. The case lives in the corner and the instrument is not a prop I will risk, so we give it room. Nico is twenty-eight. He is my partner. He asked for a blindfold the way a person asks for a kiss they have already lived in their head, shy and sure at once. A dark scarf. My voice. My hands. Romance first, on purpose. Femdom, for me, is not a shout across a room. It is him choosing not to see, and still knowing a single word brings the scarf off. I lead because he wants to be led and because I like the tenderness of holding that. I write the nights down so they do not vanish with the rosin on my fingers.
The blog
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The scarf
The music room was dim. I sat on the sofa in the black blouse with a dark scarf folded in my lap. The cello was in the corner, far from our knees. Nico touched the scarf with two fingers. He is my partner. We had already named the word that stops everything. Tie it, he said. Lead. Let me have your voice and your hands and nothing else to look…
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I sat with the cello, black blouse loose, hair down my back, the case open on the floor. Practice was finished. Nico closed the lid with care and looked at me the way he does when he wants to ask and is checking his nerve. He is my partner. Will you lead tonight, he said. I do not need the scarf yet. I need you to decide. I set the…
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