SG and me

Just an FYI intro…SG stands for Sexy Guy (not “slave guy” as some have asked) my partner for the last 14 years.  I read 14 years BTW and do a massive double take.    We trust each other.   I’m sexually dominant, he’s sexually submissive and we don’t usually take it outside the bedroom.  We do not have a full Master/slave dynamic, although he carves his own paddles for me to use out of various hardwoods.  There is LIFE, there is WORK and then there is SEX.  In our law practice (we are 24/7 partners…thank God we work well together) we often get taken out to lunch/dinner by vendors seeking to have us use their services. 

You also have to get a sense of us physically.  SG is 5′10″ and he is 6 years my senior.  In his late 40’s, he still has butt-divots.  He’s slim and comes from a long line of German/Irish stock that gave him sharp features, black hair and blue eyes.  My family teases that I am the throwback, not in a bad way…see me with my siblings and cousins and you understand.  I show my family’s Plains’ heritage with the stocky chest, hints in my facial structure, olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes and short stature.  Most of my family  look nothing like me – being a good 4” taller than me, light hair and blue/green eyed.  If not for my grandmother, who I resemble, I’d have thought I was adopted.

So, we’re having dinner with a vendor who happens to be a psychologist, who wants to be used as an expert wtness, and the 3^rd party who put us in contact.  We’re talking with this gentleman, making business talk.  We discuss motorcycles at first.  The third party has told him SG and I ride. Then we move onto his practice and eventually ours.  And throughout the whole meal, I realize that, before SG speaks, he looks at me and pauses.  I grin, roll my eyes or do something.

Then SG says his piece/asks his question. 

For the first time I’m noticing this “asking for permission to speak.”  He, who would normally be seen as the more “dominant” because of all the social cues – height, hair, age, eyes, body –  keeps turning to me.  He won’t answer until I look at him…no matter who the question’s from.  He smiles when I notice him.  And there’s the “look down, look up,” cue in his eyes before he speaks.  It’s UBER sexy.

Then I realize, we’re having dinner with a psychologist…what the fuck is he thinking through all of this?

I’m also thinking I can’t wait to get him home and tied up…..

Written by James Buchanan

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