Don’t you love those mornings when you can’t stop grinning?
Last night was not at all what I expected. I made a series
of blunders and errors… My timing was off. I had my nails done, curled my hair,
packed our toys, stopped at the drugstore, and made it to the hotel late. I
scrambled to get my enema done and arrange the room with our instruments,
lining the dresser drawers with white fluffy towels and laying out everything
neatly inside.
I was barely finished when G arrived. I let him inside,
delighted to note the bottle of my favorite whiskey in his hand. I was wearing
the little blue dress I wore the night we met. We kissed and held each other,
and everything was going swimmingly until the moment he mentioned tying me up...
Because I’d forgotten the rope.
G wasn’t pleased. He rightfully pointed out that I’d had all
day to prepare.. I’d made him wait, I’d forgotten the rope, I’d ALSO forgotten
the candles to light the room… Why had I been so negligent?
When I screw up with G, he never gets angry. I’ve never
heard him raise his voice. I’ve never seen him lose his temper… Somehow it’s
worse. He notes the transgression, lets me know he’s disappointed, and files it
away in his brain. Like it’s gone on my
permanent record.
He thought I’d “forgotten” the items on purpose, to give him
reason to punish me. That wasn’t true, but the truth wouldn’t stop me from
getting on the wrong side of a beating. And unfortunately, while I’d forgotten ropes
(my favorite thing), I’d remembered clamps (my least favorite thing).
He made me lie on the bed while he placed a plastic base
between my breasts. Clamps were attached to my nipples, and they were slowly
pulled taut as he cranked the little device. It hurt so much, but the fact that
I’d ruined his plans bothered me much more than the pain.
He had planned to tie me up and leave me that way for the
bellhop to see, as he delivered the room service. Forgive me, but that sounded
dead sexy. The idea that he planned something that scandalous, and was unable
to execute it because I screwed up- drove me mad.
Instead, he made me strip down to my panties and see-through
negligee as I answered the door and signed the bill for our dinner. The bell
hop was very professional. Didn’t bat an eye. I wonder how many times he’s been
the pawn in visitors’ kinky games.
If embarrassment #1 was being ill equipped for our evening,
Embarrassment # 2 was leaving the tag on my lingerie. G spotted it, laughed,
and teased me while extracting the offensive bit of paper. I wanted to die. Apparently,
attempting a sex-savvy blog doesn’t prevent me from acting like a total novice
when I’m alone with a man. It’s hard not to feel like a little girl playing a
woman’s game.
I’m happy to report Liz joined us after all. She stopped by for
drinks after we finished our supper. She wore a silk dress, heels, stockings and a
garter belt. No panties. I enjoyed the conversation we all shared, but from the
way she dressed, I knew she was ready for more than whiskey.
G carried her to the bed. It was lovely to watch. Liz is a tiny thing, short and small framed- like a bird.. G typically
goes for small women- I’m the misfit in his band of Eskimo sisters, because I’m
tall and curved.

G held me in his arms while Liz kissed
her way to the tops of my thighs. I was looking into G’s eyes the moment I felt
her tongue. I gasped. G smiled. He nods
sometimes during sex- when things are going the way he likes. He nodded then.
I melted.
One moment that will be burned in my mind forever… Liz between my legs and G sliding down to join her. He suggested they eat me
out together. Can you imagine? Two
tongues on my clit, two hot mouths breathing and kissing my pussy.. then each
other.. then my pussy. Uhhhhh!…. That was mentally the hottest thing, but
what felt even better was when G had his finger(s) inside me and rubbed- during
which time Liz kissed and licked me there with her puckered mouth. I
loved the strength behind G’s fingers and the softness of Liz’s
kiss. The juxtaposition was intoxicating. I want that again.
Another favorite of mine- giving G a blowjob with another girl. I first saw that in a porno last year- after I met G but before we tried a threesome. It looked so sexy... The other thing that looked sexy in that porno was kissing another girl while G fucked one of us, so he’d have that to watch while feeling a pussy around him. Although this desire had more to do with my fixation on the man’s perspective (See My Sexuality for an explanation). I always imagined that moment through G’s point of view…
Anyway, the dual blow job really is as exciting as I’d hoped
it would be. Sliding our tongues along the length of him, all the way up until
our mouths met… intermittently feeling her soft lips as I sucked his hard girth.
We did it together, and we took turns. We teamed up- her mouth on his balls and
my mouth on his shaft.. it made me feel both close to her and grateful to her-
for helping me please my man. All the while listening to him vocalize his
approval. So nice… How could you not be grateful to a woman for making someone
you love that happy? Making him feel so good he moans… She’s a gem.
I kissed her while he fucked me. I liked squeaking into her
mouth and pressing her lips to mine.. harder each time he thrust…. Later we
relaxed, intertwined. I was in the middle and had an arm around each of my
darlings. Beyond comfortable. I thought I couldn’t feel any happier.. until
the moment G reached his arms around me, one above and one beneath. He touched
her. He touched her pussy. He slid his fingers inside of her and rubbed. With
his bottom hand, he anchored her frame. With his top hand, he got her off. I
know how good those fingers feel… I know what they can do to you. He drew her
closer, making me turn on my side. Facing G, I felt his strong arms around me-
making the woman behind me shake and whimper. I was trapped. I couldn’t move
without knocking either of his arms and disrupting the momentum.
She came.
So many delicious moments… so many intimate, sensual
touches. G had to leave before morning, but I hope it was as difficult for him to
leave the naked, writhing women on the bed as he made it seem.
This morning Liz had to leave early for work.
She kissed me, laid her hand on my chest, and told me I was beautiful. Not just
the way I looked, but the way I held myself… with poise. Isn’t that a lovely
compliment? I rose from bed grinning, and I haven’t stopped all day. I listened
to a terrible Avril Lavigne song on
the radio and still managed to tap my fingers. That means I was in a really good mood. Stubbing my toe and needing to call a plumber today
STILL didn’t remove the smile from my face.
In fact, I’m smiling now.
Xox
KC
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