One week catchup – mid January

Posted on January 24, 2014 Updated on May 3, 2014

Feels like I haven’t done an update in forever.  I’d like to make this post a mixture of a catchup and a visual feast of the most beautiful black and white abstract art that I can find.

 We had a guest staying over at the weekend.  We did lots of fun things inclusive of museums, pubs and games.  Sexual activity was limited to the bedroom for the weekend.  We still had fun though, inclusive of many delicious orgasms.  

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On Saturday night we got really really drunk.  I mean, really drunk.  It wasn’t bad sickly drunk though, it was pretty nice, chilled, happy drunk.  I ambled down to the bedroom with the intent of going to sleep.  My partner and our housemate stayed upstairs chatting and listening to music.  I lay there and the room was spinning, so I was alternating between keeping my eyes open and closed.  After about half an hour, my pet joined me in bed.  He was cold.  I pulled his little naked body close to warm him up.  

His skin was like satin.  He made some lovely little noises as I was cuddling him.  My hand strayed down further to touch him gently between the legs.  He was aroused.  I played with him, I licked him, I sucked him and I fucked him.  Alcohol has a profound effect on him – turns him into the naughtiest little whore.  He wanted to be used, so that’s exactly what I did.  I got myself off on him, a number of times, before finally letting him release – I did make him use a vibrator, I was delighted with how easy it made him cum.  Think we got to sleep at about 6am or thereabouts.

Sunday was a break day.  We literally sat around and did nothing all day.  It was bliss.  I feel like my body has slown down a lot in the past two years – alcohol doesn’t seem to be something I can do on a regular basis anymore.  A few years ago, I could have drunk a lot more and been less hungover.  

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On Monday evening, I told him that I’d be locking him in chastity tomorrow.  That I’d be teasing him this evening for as long as he could take and locking him up so that he has to suffer all day at work.  After a while of teasing, he looked a little panicked, like, he really needed release.  I let him cum.  He almost passed out afterwards, not before making me cum first though.

My memory is a little fuzzy this morning.  I’ve not had many early nights in the past week so I’m feeling a little bit out of sync.  I’m also on a diet at the moment, which is hard because I hate eating diet food and I’m feeling constantly hungry and a little bit on edge.  I think we had Tuesday off, or, at least – I can’t remember doing anything on Tuesday except lots of cuddling and watching The Bridge (tv series – which is awesome btw).

On Wednesday, I spent over an hour teasing him with my tongue.  I remember thinking how good he tasted.  I was so aroused from having him in my mouth.  I’d to go to the bathroom afterwards and change my panties.  Thursday, I dressed him up – short leather dress – and played with some oil.  I didn’t hold him too long, he’d taken quite a lot of teasing this week and I wanted to give him a really nice orgasm.  I think I did.  He writhed around for quite a while.  It was late, after 2am, so I told him we should go to sleep.  

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He promised to make it up to me tomorrow. But, I wasn’t unhappy or overly frustrated.  I was in a good mood and contented that he had enjoyable time.  I know he gets worried about the balance of orgasms, but I think one thing that he fails to grasp is that, I don’t need to orgasm every time any more.  I just need to get into that state of mind where he’s at my mercy.  Of course, I love to orgasm.  I’ll have some evenings where I can think about nothing else other than having a nice long orgasm…  But sometimes, I’ll have evenings where, I just want to saturate him with attention.  Even now, after a year of living together, it still feels a little unfamiliar to him.  He’s always so eager to please and always looks a bit deflated when I tell him that I don’t want to cum that evening.  I guess, I’d be wondering why he didn’t seem that bothered when I said I don’t want to cum.  Women eh? There’s no pleasing em.

So, last night, we played some games, had a smoke, watched the last episode of The Bridge.  I was nice and chilled, relaxed, lying on the couch with him next to me.  Earlier that day he told me that he would like to give me a massage that evening.  So he did.  There was some debate prior to that, I was rubbing him, teasing him, kissing him and he was getting rather aroused.  He had a determination in his eyes though, which was altogether quite cute.  He wanted to play with me, to give me a good time.  

He went into graphic detail about a standard day and the things I do for him, I sat there, choking back tears, remembering my last relationships and how the people there said that I was lazy and “never did anything around the house” (because some days, I’d be too tired to make dinner or the house wasn’t tidy/clean all of the time – i’m pretty messy).  But he sat there, talking about stuff like – making his lunch, buying him treats, making him tea, and well, other little things that won’t make much sense to you, my readers.  I felt really really touched though that he’d noticed all these tiny little inconsequential things and also that, because I don’t really sit and think about things like that – they just kind of happen – I never really treated them as a big deal before.  I want the best for him.  Sometimes I worry that, I don’t really make enough money to be able to buy him all the things that he wants.  I’m always pretty skint at the end of the month, with not really much left over – because I don’t earn that much.  Money isn’t important to me at all, but I want him to have a cosy, comfortable life.  

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Now I’m rambling.  Let’s rewind a bit.  I sat there, soaking up all this information.  He wanted to have an evening where I was made to feel special.  I feel special every waking moment of my day, knowing that I have such an amazing partner.  He turned the heating on and I undressed, lying face down on the sofa.  I felt his little hands gently massaging my back.  It was relaxing, albeit, short.  I turned around and we kissed for a little bit.  ”Do you want me to lick you?” he said.  I got butterflies in my stomach as I felt his tongue brushing against my clit… gently at first and getting faster.  

After quite a while of blissful tongue pleasure, he inserted a finger or two (it’s hard to tell when you’re in that state).  I lay back and thought about the week we’d had together and the things I’d done to him, the way he moved his body and the noises he made.  The build-up was amazing.  I was close to orgasm so many times.  He was gentle though, like he held me on edge with ease, not slowing down to the point where I stopped receiving stimulation, but enough of a change of pace to let me enjoy that feeling of bliss.  When I came, it hit me really really hard.  I could  hardly breathe, I felt like I’d lost control of my body for a few minutes.   I could feel every single blood vessel in my body.  What a massive release.  I couldn’t have asked for a better evening, nor a better end to the evening.  We played a bit of pokemon and went to bed… a little later than I would have liked, but it’s hard to drag him away from his spreadsheets when he’s enjoying them so much.

This morning, I’m sitting here smiling, thinking about last night.  I hope he is too.  I’d really like to make love to him tonight.  Slowly and passionately.  In a nice setting… perhaps by the fire or in a candlelit room, with some nice music on.  We haven’t got anything planned for the weekend, so I’m looking forward to lots of gaming, cuddling and time spent together.

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