After a brief nap during our day of love, Lo and I were reading a blog that was touting the pleasure derived by the author from watching a BDSM video. “Ew!” said Lo.
“What?” I asked, surprised by her reaction.
“I’m not into BDSM.”
“I don’t like it.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because one of your most frequent masturbatory fantasies is to be tied to a chair while various strangers grope and fondle you.”
“Well, that’s different.”
“Cause, that’s me.”
Unfortunately our love-in was at an end since that night we had dinner plans with friends. Lo got out of the warm covers and into the hot shower where she proceeded to give herself an orgiastic water massage as I lay in bed listening to the full-throated operatic performance, the libretto of which consisted almost entirely of profanities.
She got out of the shower and proudly displayed to me her newly-shaved-to-perfection puss. “You like, Daddio?”
I just stared at the lovely sight.
“Oh, yeah. You like!” she said as she sauntered over to the bed where she assumed the position and I, on my knees behind her, gave her the sweet kisses she wanted right where she likes them most.
After she came in that manner, I then pushed her up on the bed where I got behind her and gave the apex of her love the long ram-rod she was craving for, after all the ancillary stimulation. This deep down massage caused Lo to break into song yet again — more of the same lyrics as her shower — before she finally collapsed on the bed as if it were her swan song.
“That was great,” she said after a few moments of stillness.
“You going to be ok for dinner?”
“Oh yeah,” she said. She rolled over and looked at me. “You’re still hard,” she said.
“We gotta go.”
She spread her legs and played with her puss. “Watch me and jack it,” she said.
I did as instructed. She saw I was getting close.
“Cum. I want you to cum,” she said. I didn’t need any encouragement. Seeing this she added, “Just don’t cum in my hair — I just washed it!”
Her comment almost made me laugh and I almost lost it, but at the last moment I fell backwards and my gun went off in my hands shooting me in the shoulder.
“Talk about friendly fire!” she exclaimed. “That was awesome.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]