I was lying down on the sofa after a pretty exhausting day. We’d had a smoke. I was completely relaxed. He put on Some Pre-Emptive Strike 1.0 at my request. He cuddled up next to me in his long blue nightie. He moved forward, eager for kisses. We kissed, long, slow kisses. I felt my hand wandering up his leg, past his skirt, up his thigh, nesting on his ass as I pulled him closer. He was seducing me, and doing a damn good job of it.
He moved closer to me, pressing his body next to mine. I pulled him closer still as we kissed, our tongues entwined, our lips moist and warm. I touched him down there, rubbed him. He moaned. I moved my leg onto his hip. He reached down and stroked my pussy from behind. He wanted more. He’s so gentle and there’s something utterly erotic and feminine about the way he moves his body. It drives me wild.
I pulled him on top of me and held his cock in my hand as I rubbed myself. I teased him for quite a while, I moaned and played with him a little. I could feel him writhing, desperate to receive stimulation as he watched me. He was so pretty, so wanting. Eventually, I pulled him down inside me. I was lost in another dimension of pleasure. Completely captive, but so was he. He fucked me, slowly at first, moving his perfect body in motion with mine. I pulled him in closer, repositioning him to hit my Gspot. It was bliss.
I came, long, hard, beautiful, everything was released, everything that I had. He came too, afterward, he lay there, still inside me, between my legs. I held onto him tightly. It was hard coming back into reality after that. We ambled down to bed and after some ramblings, he fell asleep.
I wanted to do something special for my sub last night. I spent the whole day planning something nice for him to eat – he’d chosen to have his favourite food: chicken breast stuffed with cream cheese and pesto and wrapped in bacon and garlic fries. I had that and a cup of tea (he is a major tea addict!) and a nice warm fluffy pink dressing gown ready for him when he got home.
It was a really miserable wet day outside, he came in looking a bit damp and tired. I helped him out of his clothes and into his cosy dressing gown and sat him down at the table. We had our candlelit dinner and listened to some Opeth. It was pretty perfect. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy the meal.
After that I gave him some time to relax – we watched some scifi and played some videogames together. I went down to have a shower and let him have some time to himself.
About an hour before bed I asked if he’d like to go downstairs. He agreed. I lay him down on the bed and gave him a nice sensual massage. This was rudely interrupted by some terrible songs on his random playlist on Spotify which was pumping out some of the most unrelaxing music … almost ruining the mood! He flopped about a bit and eventually changed it to Marilyn Manson’s ”Mechanical Animals”…. which surprisingly was perfect for my intention. It’s kinda slow and sexy.
I massaged each part of his body with scented oils and teased his cock a little – not too much. Just enough to keep him on edge for a little bit…. the teasing only lasted about 20 minutes. I could see him tiring and aching so I let him cum and he shivered around the bed for a little bit. He ended up lying there, with his eyes closed. Huge smile on his face. I felt a deep feeling of satisfaction warming my body as I looked down at him. I cleaned him up and we cuddled for a little bit. Then it was time for sleep.
We lay down last night, after our shower, in bed, put some music on – had my Spotify on random. Just lay there with him stroking me, touching my body, kissing my neck, he made me feel really good – really loved. We talked about music, a lot. I looked over at the clock and 90 minutes had passed seemingly unnoticed. I told him that we should probably go to sleep soon. He smiled and positioned himself between my legs. He started licking me, gently at first, very gently, rubbed me a little, eased his fingers inside me, very slowly and gently.
He had me gasping and almost motionless after a few minutes. He’s so incredibly good at knowing how to please me. He spent some more time licking me, touching me, toying with me. I was pretty much lost in absolute heaven and he knew exactly what he was doing. That’s one thing I love about him. There is no hesitation. I don’t need to tell him what to do. He just senses what I need and does it.
After he had me sufficiently built up, he eased his cock inside me very gently. I pulled him closer so that I could have more of it faster. I wanted him. Each stroke was bliss, each thrust a mini orgasm, all built up into one massive orgasm. My whole body wracked with pleasure, all I could remember to do was breathe, I almost blacked out at one stage, the chemicals flooding my body made me almost blind. It was pure and utter bliss. It lasted for what seemed like forever.
Afterwards, he held me for a bit. I felt weak. I don’t normally like feeling weak, but I didn’t mind this kind of weak, his reassurance was comforting though. He knows I’m still in charge.