Life through a Lens

Pan Montague. 25. Submissive.  “When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. " - Ansel Adams

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{{ past, present, future}}

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The ring is vintage and the robe is silk, of course.

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Edge of the Seventies|| PanMia

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“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Mia chuckled as she and Pan glided along the ice in tandem.  After their first bout of roller skating in the summer, the Domme wasn’t sure how ice skating tonight would go over, but as he was prone to do, the submissive surprised her when he turned out to be quite proficient on ice skates.  Not only was he proficient, but there was a quiet confidence he exuded that was intoxicating.

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“Well, um, if by never done this before you mean never figure skated, then yes, I’ve never done this before...” Pan grinned mischievously. “We may have had hockey skates that we used out on the pond sometimes when it froze over.” 

“Surprised after my roller skate debacle?” 

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[Outfit on top. Shirt paired with ridiculous bell bottoms. Bottom is face.]

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Made it easier to be himself? How did that make sense? Not that it didn’t make sense for him, but she wasn’t sure how to balance that with what she’d seen and the real question she had at the heart of it. She sighed, fiddling with the cup. “I’ve been hanging out a lot with Nico, which has been great and we had decided to keep it casual. But recently he told me he has feelings for me and now it’s only fair to figure out if I have feelings for him and I think I might. But. He’s not really a casual kind of guy so that means I have to think about what comes next and then it gets complicated.”

Pan really wasn’t sure why it had to be complicated. He also wasn’t sure who Nico was but he could find that out from Mia later. “Why is it complicated? That’s, I guess, what I don’t get? I, mean, yeah it was complicated for Mia and I but I knew it would work out, you know? And it was other people that were complicating things, not us.”

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It took less time than she expected for her to take care of all of it, although considering she had picked the coffee shop and knew they had good service, it shouldn’t have surprised her. But suddenly he was back across from her and she was fidgeting all over again. “Ok, look, I know this is probably going to sound dumb. It sounds dumb in my own head which is how I know it’s dumb. But. When you started to have feelings for Mia, how did you balance that and still being, um, you?”

It didn’t really sound dumb but Pan thought maybe he really didn’t understand. He felt more himself with Mia than without. “I think I understand what you mean, Mel, but to be honest, I never stopped being me when Mia came along...I mean...” He’d never been good with words really and he knew he could ramble with the best of them. “Mia makes it easier to be me. There is nothing to balance.” He wondered if Mel was seeing someone. He tended to be oblivious. “What’s going on, Mel?”

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[Text] Hey Pan; What does your week look like? Do you have time to make a quick trip to Venice for some photos that can then be edited and turned into standard size photos or postcards by Friday morning? If not, that's okay too, but I'd like to book you to go to Venice for this as soon as possible. Also wondering on your collection of photos of Verona at her best.

[Text] Oh yeah, I mean, if Mia is good with it, I am free Wednesday. Editing on that wouldn’t take much time. Could definitely get it done quickly for you. I have a personal portfolio on Verona that you can see. I have been doing shots of Verona since I arrived.

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“Do you want to get that coffee first? I didn’t order yet cause I don’t have your usual order memorized yet.” It didn’t really count as procrastinating since she had asked him out to coffee technically, but she also wasn’t thrilled to talk about feelings. 

Pan looked at her a moment. He wasn’t always the savviest person but he wasn’t dumb. Mel was stalling. That was fine, it wasn’t like he had anywhere to be right away. “Yeah, okay,” he said, giving her a small smile and standing. He headed to the counter and placed his order, standing off to the side and waiting for it before going back to the table. Maybe that would give Mel the space she needed. Less than five minutes later, he was back seated across from the other submissive.

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Mel looked up as Pan sat across from her, giving him a smile. “Hey. It’s going.” Her job was going well, but she was so mixed up inside that she wasn’t sure exactly how to feel. So, figured the neutral was better. “How are you doing?”

“Good! Things are quieter now after the holidays,” he said, cocking his head to the side. He wasn’t thrilled with her answer. “So what’s up, Mel? You don’t sound terribly enthusiastic.”

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“Always you say,” Mia replied rather dangerously; barely biting back a growl of arousal.  “Here’s hoping you are at least being sated.”  One delicate finger ran along his cheek and swiped over his lips.  “Kitchen, and making food idea is definitely scrapped. Although the idea of slowly loosing our clothing as we made our way downstairs and bending you over one of the dinning room chairs is definitely something to revisit.”  The Domme slid her hands into his back jean pockets, pulling out his cellphone, but not before cupping and squeezing his butt.  “I believe someone dials a mean take out,” she challenged, taking out his phone and handing it to him, the other hand still in the pocket of his jeans.  “Can you still be effective while someone is doing this?” Mia leaned up whispering into his ear.  Her tongue, teeth, and lips dancing along the shell of his ear, and then under his jaw.  

Pan shuddered as Mia’s tongue ran over the shell of his ear. She certainly didn’t play fair but he was quite okay with that. He was always more than happy for her to play however she wanted. “I suppose it will be a challenge,” he pondered, stretching out the words while he tried to calm himself a bit. “But for you, I can try. What are you in the mood for?” He knew very well it was a dangerous question to ask but he was willing to take the risk when he knew the reward.

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Mel arrived at the coffee shop first, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She had been feeling antsy today anyway and she needed a bit of a caffeine boost. It would also help keep her focused through the (admittedly kind of weird) discussion she’d let herself in for. But what she had told Pan was true. She couldn’t think of anyone else really who would both understand the question she was asking and not judge her for it being a weird question. Hopefully. Ugh. Grabbing a table in the corner, she pulled out her phone to check her email until he arrived. 

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Pan arrived to see Mel sitting and fiddling with her phone. Not an odd sight. “Hey,” he said, as his lanky frame settled a little ungracefully in the chair across from her, camera bag set on the floor beside him. He had to admit he was insanely curious about the question Mel had for him. He wasn’t asked for his thoughts often. “How’s it going?”

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Text from Mel: You available to get coffee sometime soon? I have kind of a weird question and I can't think of anyone else that will get it and not think I'm an idiot

Text: Hey you! Yeah sure. I’d never think you are an idiot regardless. Just let me know when you have time.

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“Perhaps it’s not but it’s highly conductive to happiness,” Mia laughed softly.  “I was maybe also testing the source of your hunger.”  The Domme raised her eyebrows.  “For food, or me, or both? Regardless, I think we can accomplish both, without even dialing for take out.”  Still as Pan’s lips seeked hers out again, Mia wrapped one of her legs around his.   “I know, still not conductive to getting to the kitchen,” she teased.

“Not a fair test, I’m always hungry for you,” Pan teased, not budging from his spot atop Mia, especially once her leg wrapped around his leg. “Not conducive in the least. So maybe we should just scrap that idea altogether.” Certainly she could feel that he was more than content to stay put.

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The townhouse just didn’t feel the same when Pan wasn’t in it.  But the Domme didn’t have have a chance to dwell on that as the submissive kissed her.  Mia grinned, “good boy,” she murmured, always so proud when he kissed her, wrapping her arms around him.  She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her.  “Help me in the kitchen.” 

Grin grinned at the praise, chuckling as she rolled to her back and took him with her. He looked down at her, beaming. “This is really not conducive to actually making it to the kitchen,” he said, dipping down to catch her lips again. “I dial a mean take out though.”

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Mia smiled lazily.  “I still love the feeling of hearing you puttering away downstairs while I’m up here.  Be it getting dressed in the morning, or writing, or apparently even falling asleep,” she replied.  Her hand came up, thumb brushing over the ridge of where the top of his collar met his neck.  “Are you hungry?”  She licked over her lips.  

Pan grinned. “Yeah? I like knowing you are here even if we are doing different things or in other rooms.” He shivered slightly at the brush of her thumb over his skin. The question was nearly lost in the swipe of her tongue over red lips. “Maybe a little,” he confessed, leaning in to catch Mia’s lips in a kiss.

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