Waisted Story: Airport Hook-up

I felt like a rockstar for getting to the airport early enough to actually spend some time in the lounge. I was dressed comfortably in athletic wear, sneakers, and my TeMi Beads making their own statement of self-love.  I was also in the zone: headphones on, working on my laptop, and being productive. I smelled his cologne first: clean, musky, attractive, and expensive. My olfactory sense started tingling and I looked around to see if the visual would match.

The lounge had few people waiting for their flights, so he was not difficult to find. He was sitting in front of me and staring right at me. A self-assured handsome 30s looking man in hoodie and jeans. He gave a slight wave and I looked around to make sure it was meant for me. When I looked back at him, he had a grin on his face that promised adventures I would enjoy. I smiled politely in return and redirected my attention to my laptop. My pulse kicked up a notch and I took a few breaths to steady myself.

“Atlanta or Chicago?”

The deep voice went with the rest of him, and I sighed mentally before looking up.

“I’m sorry?”

“I was wondering if I have to change my flight. Are you headed to Atlanta or Chicago?”

I laughed because 1) it was a good line and, 2) I was tickled by the idea of him changing his ticket.

“Why would you change your flight for me?”

“I have been waiting to meet you for a long time. My name is Jason.”

He stretched out his hand and I gingerly placed mine in his. The warmth of him enveloped me; our eyes met and lingered. My lips parted but no words came out. I tried to pull my hand from his hold, but he tightened his grip slightly. Not enough to hurt but he had my full attention. At some point, I shook myself out of the reverie.

“I need my hand back.”

I found my voice and he let go. Slowly and reluctantly.

“Do you mind if I sit down?”

He gestured to the seat next to me and I was tempted to lie that I was waiting for someone. His smile showed that he was aware of my inner struggle. I shook my head and resolutely focused on the screen in front of me. He sat down and I was enveloped by his scent. It was not heavy; just really sexy. I am a sucker for people that smell good.

“I have about an hour before I lose my flight. I’m waiting for you to tell me where I’m headed now or if I should head back for it.”

“Oh…where are you supposed to be going?”

He handed me his boarding pass and I skimmed it. My jaw dropped and I looked at him in crazy.

“London? You are not in the right terminal. What’s wrong with you?”

“You walked past me at the coffee shop and made quite an impression. So, I followed and made sure you weren’t meeting anyone before approaching. I did not want to appear weird.”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

“So, you are hoping I let you follow me home to Chicago or Atlanta?”

“Or you can come with me to London. I will buy you a new ticket and you can keep this one for when you get mad at me and threaten to go back home.”

I consider my options carefully because I was interested in getting to know him better. I have a roommate who would not mind me being away for a little longer, can work from anywhere if I have a laptop, don’t have a pet, and pack light so I did not check in any luggage.

“Three tests before I give you an answer.”

He sat up straighter and stared intently at me.

“I’m ready.”

“Can I have your phone? I want to make sure you are not married or seriously dating.”

He handed it over with no reservations and told me the code to open it up. I asked if he had a second phone and he laughed.

“I have a busy work and life schedule with this one.”

“Call your mom.”

“You can call her. I told her I found you at the airport and would be talking to you.”

I hesitated so he took the phone from me and asked Siri to FaceTime his mom. He talked to her on speaker and turned to camera to both of us.

“Did you get to talk to her? Is she nice?

A male voice called in the background, “Did you really meet the girl you will marry at the airport?”

“Ummm…you are on speaker. She can hear you.”

Silence and then laughter. I looked at his mom’s face in shock. They were definitely related.

“Hello, airport lady.” It was his mom.

“Hi. I’m sorry I don’t know what to say. I wanted to make sure he was not lying before taking the conversation any further.”

“He saw you, called me, and went after you. I hope I get to meet you soon. Go talk to him and call us back.”

She hung up and he turned to me.

“The third test?”

This was the hardest one, but he had passed two so far.

I got up, straddled his lap, and leaned in.

“I have to be sure that the attraction is real.”

He captured my mouth in a kiss that assured me that it was. I rocked into his lower body and was even more affirmed by his reaction. When I lifted my head to catch my breath, our foreheads were touching, and I had forgotten we were in a public space. His hands held my hips and tangled in my TeMi beads waistbeads.

“The decision? Because it is going to be so much harder to let you go after that.”

“I guess you are buying me a ticket to London.”

Waisted Story: Submit II

I am laid out on the couch with my hands tied with a silk tie above my head. He is standing in front of me in his boxer briefs, surveying his work with a satisfied smile. I’m also naked save for my TeMi Beads waistbeads, red heels, and a strategically placed bow. And the silk tie, of course.

It’s the way he’s staring at me. Like he’s not sure where to start. I squirm in excitement and frustration because I just want him to start somewhere. Because I’m wet and impatient for his attention. How did I get here you ask?

He had sent me another note. It came with flowers, hotel key card, and a large box that was delivered to my job. I knew I couldn’t open the box at work and I was right. The note was simple.

“Show up at 7. Wear only the items in this box - M.”

In the box was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen in my whole life. It was all ribbons and 2 tiny bows. I wasn’t even sure how I was supposed to wear it but I wear it I must. My dominant, sexy boyfriend said so.

I had driven to the hotel with my trench coat. The only thing covered by the ribbons were my nipples. My mound had a bow. I legit looked like a wrapped gift. And that’s what I also felt like. His gift.

I open the hotel door and he was there waiting. Sitting in the same chair as last time. He was dressed in a suit and he looked so good. Like chocolate melting in your mouth good. I couldn’t wait to get him undressed. I close the door behind and took off the coat.

This time, I know to take that coat off slowly. To show my body to him inch by inch. While watching him watch my every move intently. Such a turn on. I allow him to watch me reveal his gift. I know that’s exactly how he sees me. A gift for his viewing and sexual pleasure. When the coat finally falls to the rug, I am left in ribbons, a bow, and my TeMI Beads waistbeads. That’s when he gets up.

First, the suit jacket came off. Then he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his crisp white white. I know that crispness is going to be lost soon. He walks towards me but stops halfway.

“Hello. You look absolutely stunning. I cannot wait to unravel you and take advantage of that beautiful body.”

“Hello. Thank you for my outfit.”

I take a few steps forward. Twirl for him. The ribbons cover nothing in the back so all he sees is skin, layers of waistbeads and another tiny bow.

“You look way more luscious than I imagined. Are you comfortable? Are you OK?”

This is what I love about him. He worries about how I feel and what I’m thinking. Even while he is stroking my ego and helping me understand how beautiful I truly am. I’ve learned to trust him fully and know that his pleasure also brings me pleasure.

Therefore, he can do whatever he wants. However he wants. All night long, if that’s what he wants. So I’m tied up on the bed. Watching him watch me. I can’t touch him or his evident erection becauseI would distract him from his plans.

I am close to begging. He finally reaches for the honey on a tray I had barely noticed. He flips the cap and turns the bottle upside down. I watch as it drizzles on my chest, down my abdomen, and further down. He tosses the bottle on the table. And bends over me to suck first nipple then the other. He follows the trail of the honey drizzle, paying particular attention to my sensitive areas while pulling the ribbon out of his way. By the time, he made it to the bow, I am moaning and asking for more.

He parts my legs even wider and looks up at me with a huge smile of his face.

“It’s a good thing I’m not diabetic.”

Those were the last words we both said said for a long time.

What are your flaws?

I am NOT asking you to stare at yourself in the mirror and nitpick at every flaw. We do that so often and it is a form of self sabotage.

I want you to accept the flaws, give yourself grace, be grateful for the now, and know that you have work to do. Speak positively about yourself, be intentional about your goals, and keep the promises you made to yourself.

I’m rooting for you.

Waisted Story: Night Time Routine with Baby Girl

“Mom, why do you wear these?”

My 6-year old points to my new TeMi Beads waistbeads during our nighttime routine. I had noticed her checking them out and knew the question was coming. She’s my overthinker so it takes a while but I habe learned to definitely expect the questions. 

“They are my reminders.”

Her head cocked to the side tells me that’s not a good enough explanation. I take her hand and place it gently on my beads. 

“They remind me that I’m beautiful. That I am worth everything that I have and want. That I am capable and can work hard to get it. They tell me when I have eaten too much. And ummm...daddy likes them too.”

“All of THAT!” Will they remind me to do my homework? Can I get some?”

I had to laugher at all her questions. I could get her some TeMi Beads waistbeads because they would help her develop self-love and confidence. Some African children are waisted as babies. But I did not feel like talking about it tonight. It was way past her bedtime.

“Darling, let’s talk about you getting some later. I will remind you to get your homework done. ”