Last night was incredible. I got home from work in a pretty stinking mood. My wrist, which I sprained following spouts of sexual activity, hurt like fuck. We sat down, had dinner, had a smoke and watched the most incredible film called “The Libertine”. Definitely rocketed straight into number#1 on my list of “most amazing films”.
It was like one big, awesome poem set in a period setting, and best part of which, it was based on a true story about the Earl of Rochester. An interesting chap whose thinking, poetry and incredible speeches, although I disagree with a lot of them, were far beyond his generation’s thinking. Anyhow, go watch the film, right now if you haven’t seen it. We watched another film after that, while it was good, I was pretty stoned by that point and found it difficult concentrating.
At about 11:15pm, we slinked our way downstairs. There he was, in all his beautiful silky glory, adorned in a pale blue nightgown, staring back at me with his big wanton eyes. I felt such overwhelming lust for him. My heart was beating fast, my breathing heavy, I wanted to devour him. Instead, I told him to “lift your skirt and show me what’s mine”. He obeyed unquestioning. Staring at me as his skirt slid up his pale thighs, exposing his cock which was rock hard and begging to be touched. I rubbed him for a while, his thighs, his cock, his cute little ass. He moaned and squirmed, absorbing the attention.
I told him to pull down his skirt and close his legs, that it was no way for a lady to behave. I scratched him, I pulled on his nipples, I choked him a little and slapped his little asshole. He blushed and looked up at me, a cute shameful look on his gorgeous face. I told him to pull his skirt up again and he obeyed. I lubricated my hand and began rubbing him again from his ass to the tip of his cock in long, slow strokes. He moaned, barely able to contain himself. I told him that I wanted to fuck his ass. I got a dildo and inserted it inside him and began fucking his ass with the dildo as I fucked his cock with my lubricated hand. He writhed around the bed, moaning loudly and begged me to let him cum. I let him.
After a little chill time and some cuddles, I put his fingers inside me and came almost immediately. I made quite a mess of the bed. We talked for a while after, a long while. I went to sleep smiling, contented, satisfied and feeling like the luckiest lady in all the world.
I guess I got so caught up earlier in our little conflict, which I think has now in the process of getting resolved, that I failed to mention what a nice weekend we had.
We had some dressup fun during the week. I love this outfit on him. He kinda looks like a slutty dancer…
We also engaged in a little bit of ropework. I’m very much a beginner at the topic. Here are some of my attempts at new techniques I’ve been learning.
When I had him tied up like that, I put him on his side and stimulated his already hard cock a little with a vibrator. I put the vibrator on the bed just out of reach of his cock, so he could rub himself on it a little but couldn’t make himself cum with it. He made the most glorious noises and writhed around attempting to stimulate himself while I watched. I played with my own vibrator a little while I watched him.
When I thought he’d had enough, I moved the vibrator close to his cock and he made himself cum as I watched.
After untying him, he gave me a very delicious orgasm to thank me.