Pussy Worship
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Thursday, November 03, 2005Nerd DiceWhat am I doing here, you ask? Why am I not writing? Well, I'm a teensy tinsy ahead of schedule (no doubt for the last time). I want to flex the dirty muscles a bit so I'm all ready to go when the novel's sex scenes start rolling in. So here's an account of two nights ago. Pet and I have an affinity for the show House, MD. We rarely sit to watch television together due to children, time and a general dislike of the options presented. We do love House, though. I think we both respond to his unwavering character. He never backs down and becomes cloyingly nice at the last second like most unlikable but lovable characters do. He's always an ass. We love him. We think he'd make a great third. Plus he has a real life sexy English accent. But I digress... So around rolls Tuesday night, House night, and by some miracle the children are washed and tucked in for bed on time. I get out our modest but growing array of toys--the wooden rice paddle, the fly swatter, the purple dildo (yes the big one) and the bag of nerd dice.** I picked out a few different dice and had pet deposit them in a tube sock. Then I laid down the House rules. For each commercial break, he was to pick one die (without cheating and feeling the sides) out of the bag and roll it. The number on the die was the number of good hard spanks he received during said commercial break. His first time out, he got the d20. Figures. He rolled it and came up with a fifteen, no warm ups for pet. I selected the purple dildo and went to town, smacking and thwacking away at his bare ass. His harsh intakes of breath gave way to moans rather quickly as I hit him on either cheek, then square in the crack of his ass. Next commercial break, out came the d20 again, but he only rolled a four. I gave him four hard smacks with the fly swatter, which leaves lovely patterns on him, then I stroked his balls with the plastic for the rest of the break. His cock had risen and fell four times now. I love manipulating him like this. Third times a charm but he pulled a smaller die and rolled a seven. When I shifted on the bed the die moved once more and became fifteen somehow. I chose the rice paddle and happily began spanking pet in earnest. His rear began to glow a soft red all over with brighter welts where the fly swatter had been. The paddle is much more painful than anything else we have and he was howling but never used his safeword. The next few commercial breaks he rolled low numbers and I switched back and forth from the paddle to the fly swatter. On the very last break, he rolled a d6 and got a four. I let go of all the instruments and used my hand to warm his backside, four hits or more per commercial. He began laughing, and really could not stop until I did to turn the tv off. Upon later reflection we decided that he was discharging pent up emotion through laughter, but wasn't really finding anything particularly funny. Interesting the way we react sometimes. Once the tv was off, I picked up the purple dildo again and hefted it. "Too bad you aren't up for getting some of this inside you tonight," I said. Pet has been out of the anal sex running for a bit due to medical stuff. "Well," he responded, "let me see what I can do." He had that glint in his eye I love. He may have been laughing, but he was in that place where he'd do anything for an orgasm. I love him there, I love to keep him there as long as I can. He condomed the dildo (breaking one--that thing is BIG) and lubed liberally. I watched as he moved slowly at first, slipping my cock inside himself inch by inch. He moaned and arched his back to accept more until he had the entire length buried in his ass. He straddled me while I lay on my back and I grabbed the dildo in one hand and my vibrator in the other. I began to fuck him, first slowly. I pulled the cock in and out of him, letting him feel every ridge and bump. Then, as we both began to breathe heavily, I fucked him in earnest, pumping my cock over and over until he came, in a huge gush all over my chest and I matched him with an orgasm of my own. I lay in bliss while he cleaned me, the toys and himself and tucked everything away for next time. Ah yes, NaNo may keep my busy, but nothing can keep me away from pet's ass. **Nerd Dice: that bag of dice you have left over from freshman year of high school when you played Dungeons and Dragons. You know, the 20 sided, the 9 sided, the pyramid, and the 8000 d6 you have in your cool little velvet pouch. The one you couldn't bear to get rid of because you saved up to buy those cool see through blue ones with your allowance and you're just not ready to give up the dream that you might turn back into a teenager and have time and companionship enough to play a live rpg again and have no care in the world other than whether Grelnor the Dark Elf makes it through the next battle. You are a nerd. It is official. |
