Friday, July 01, 2005Dream Date
Well, us not being perfect, we haven't even managed to HAVE sex in the last couple days. Kiddos will do that to you.
So, instead, here's a fantasy date that may become reality someday...
He comes home from work and I am ready for him. I dress up a bit, short black skirt, plunging neckline, the four inch heels. I greet him at the door with a stern "on your knees". He drops and lowers his head respectfully but I can see that twinkle in his eye that says he is pleased. I tell him to strip and he does, managing to stay kneeled before me.
Now naked, I direct him to my feet. He gets busy licking and kissing them, and I can see he is getting hard. I like him hard and ready for me as much as possible. After a bit, I take him to the bedroom where I've laid out his outfit for the evening: Black slacks, button up shirt with bold print, a thong and the butt plug he loves so much. I lube up the butt plug and slide it in. He is always so open, so ready for this I'm privately amazed at his capacity. His cock grows even harder and he moans. I like this state of readiness, of desire in him. I leave him to get dressed.
He meets me at the door and we go to dinner. We sit in a private booth and eat fondue. During the chocolate course, we close the curtain on the booth and I send him under the table with melted chocolate. He drizzles it on my toes and licks it off. He reaches a hand under my skirt and rubs my clit, wet with desire. As we leave the restaurant the waiter smirks knowingly at us.
He is so hard and hot from the butt plug in his ass, from the ministrations at the restaurant he is all over me. In the car he starts to beg "please, Mistress, please let me fuck you now, let me taste you let me cum in you let me let me". I just smile and head to the movie. We go to the drive in like horny teenagers. We make out, kisses become more intense and demanding from both of us. I slide over on top of him and bite his neck, leaving red marks. I rake my nails down his back causing him to yelp but there is pleasure in his pain so I continue. I can feel his cock hard in my lap but I leave him wanting again. I can see him fucking my lap and the butt plug, moaning and writhing in the car seat, restrained by clothing and wanting release badly. This is how I like him.
The movie ends (what was it about?) and we head home. I toss him on the bed and bind his extremities to the four corners. I stand over him, naked, watching him watch me. I blindfold him and spend time torturing his body. I run my nails lightly over ever part of him except his cock. He groans and his cock is so hard it must be beginning to hurt him. Good. I get out the bigger dildo and fuck his ass, ramming it in and demanding that he thank me with every stroke. "Thank you Mistress" sounds very good in that raspy, gaspy voice. He is physically shaking, every muscle taut with desire. He is sweating lightly and the bonds that hold him are slippery. I sit on his face, and he takes me eagerly. He licks and sucks my clit with wild abandon until I cum hard and strong.
I could leave him like this, bound and blindfolded on the bed. I could leave him in his desire.
But I want to feel that hard cock I've cultivated all night inside me. That's what it is for. So I slide a condom on and fuck him, hard and fast, until he is screaming with his release and I cum again.
I climb off and unbind him. After a few moments with a towel, we curl up together on the bed and I hold him close, my good little pet.
Sigh, maybe someday soon...