Stress…Life

On Friday morning…i begged JB to come see me. i had gotten bad news about my sister the day before and then the next day that comment/link on my blog. All that morning, i kept looking at the link, i am not going to sit here and say it didn’t bother me…because it did. But, the more i looked at it and picked it apart…i knew in my heart JB hadn’t written it. Nothing about it added up.

He told me He wasn’t sure if He could make it here, but promised He would try. i went next door to talk with my friend and wait for His call. He called me just as He was pulling off the highway…He would be here in a couple minutes. i went up to our room and sat on the floor, with my back against the cross…waiting for Him.  i had planned on talking to Him about the link, but, the moment i saw Him…i changed my mind, i just needed to be with Him.

He came over to me on the floor and kissed me, then sat on the futon. i crawled over and knelt at His feet, resting my head in His lap. He lightly stroked my hair, still wet from my shower. i pressed my face closer into His leg…He gently pulled my hair…pulling a little harder until, He heard me sigh…putting me at ease. He talked to me…telling me i was His one and only…that i was His girl. i nodded in agreement and wrapped my arms around Him.

i hiked my skirt up a bit and sat on His lap. His hands found their way under my skirt. As He was rubbing my His ass…we kissed and held each other. He whispered in my ear…how much He was missing me too. Telling me that i bothered Him as much as me, when we can’t be together.

After a few minutes, we got up from the futon…He went to the closet in search of a condom…no luck…we had used the last one, the last time we were together. He stopped a few times to get more, but didn’t find the ones He likes. i searched the table and the basket of small toys hoping to find one hiding in there. Not finding a condom, i laid back on the futon…waiting for Him…hoping for at least a really good cuddle.

He came over to me and knelt on the floor beside me…laughing at me, telling me i was such a slut. He pushed my skirt aside and rubbed my clit, He rubbed for a few minutes telling me to cum for Him. He got up and got a towel, telling me to keep rubbing…but not to cum. He came back to the futon, placed a towel under me and slipped a silver bullet in my cunt and pressed the other on my clit.

He turned it on high asking “doesn’t that feel better?” i nodded…laying there on the mattress. He told me not to cum, He wanted me to hold back for Him…the pint being, they are His, not mine and He wants them when He wants them, not when i want them. So i hold off…i grit my teeth, i breath through…and i wait until He tells me to cum.

He left one bullet tucked inside me and walked back to the table, telling me again to rub my clit, but not to cum. He came back with the slapper…telling me to move my hand, He slapped my cunt over and over…slapping a little harder each time. He told me to cum, for Him as He pulled the bullet out…slapping me again…until i was cumming rolling one into the other.

He put the slapper down, shoving a bullet back in, He licked my clit…all sensitive from the slapper…i came again quickly…as He had given me permission to just cum when i needed to. He pushed His fingers in, pushing the bullet to my g-spot…He wiggled it around, telling me to cum…He wanted me to squirt for Him. i came hard…soaking His hand.

He asked me if i wanted more…i begged Him to please fuck me. He was tentative for about half a second…asking me if i was sure. He pulled my skirt off and pulled my shirt up, telling me to hold it out of the way…so He could come on me. He fucked me bareback, we were out of condoms. i came a couple more times…He pulled out and rubbed it out cumming on me. We laid together for a few minutes…before getting ourselves dressed and straightened out.

~ by lc on July 1, 2009.