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over a year ago
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I receive your message as I walk out of the shower, my cheeks blush with what you have said.... I get dried and moisturise, it feels silky on my freshly shaven skin.
I reach for the chest hidden behind the mirror and select the merkin closest to the shade you suggested... applying a little gum to it and positioning it above where my just shaven pubic mound lay, I hold it in place to make sure it sits perfectly.
I comb my hair sat at the dressing table and apply a light coating of make-up with a hot pink gloss, strolling naked to my underwear draw I open it and start to finger my way through the collection of satins and silks... I find your favourite set, the one we chose together last time we met - you had the assitant wrap it before sending me home to him with it.
I pull on some silk stockings the nude kind with the lace tops that you like to remove with your teeth and pull on a floaty black number from my wardrobe...
I'm full of anticipation as the car arrives and I make my way down to it - the newly applied merkin tugging a little as the friction of the movement rubs a little against the lace panties....the driver knows where to take me as you had already instructed.
I walk in to the entrance of the hotel cheeks blushing, eyes glossy, my chest rising and falling, my whole body tingling from excitement of what is to come a slight dampness forming from the feel of the tugging attachment...
I walk along the corridor, find the room number and knock on the door - it opens, you had left it on the latch ready and waiting for my arrival... I enter closing it shut behind me and taking the latch off.
I don't see you at first, you are lay naked on the bed, curtains closed, low lighting setting the mood, I stand head bowed eye's looking down.
You beckon to me with your finger- not uttering a word... I move close to you and see the glint of the leather riding crop in your hand... you rise from the bed and stride towards me, you trace down my cheek with your finger and around my neck to the back of my dress.... you loop your finger in to the zip and slide it down in one fluid movement - it falls to the floor revealing your perfect gift to me.
You smie a wry smile of aproval and place your hand on my shoulder forcing me forward... you raise the crop to the side and I wince... but you don't swipe me with it... you force it down in a sliding motion between my thighs and over my panty clad pussy... sliding it back and forth a few times you raise it to check for my wetness... I am, but you want more, you turn me to face you, kiss me roughly and push me to the bed.
You part my legs wide almost splayed but not quite enough to reach the shackles and cuffs which are perfectly positioned in my view, you pull my panties to the side and take a look at what is before you.... still not satisfied with how wet I am, I feel the smooth cold head of the metal dildo you had laid out on the bedside table slide beneath my merkin and it press hard against my slowly swelling clit as you begin to move it in slow teasing circular mostion, you twist at the waste, the light gliding over your toned abs casting a flattering shaddow over your skin as you reach to the ice bucket....I hear the familiar jingle of metal balls - you know how erotic I find them, you don't insert them straight away, you much prefer teasing me with them until I beg you to force them inside me...... |
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Such an imagination and not once but twice you slipped it in.
Some will realise I am not talking about metallic balls, some may even choose to tell me what I am referring too. Maybe we are just filthy romantics at heart and no one will be bothered to cross reference the remark. We shall see. |
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"Such an imagination and not once but twice you slipped it in.
Some will realise I am not talking about metallic balls, some may even choose to tell me what I am referring too. Maybe we are just filthy romantics at heart and no one will be bothered to cross reference the remark. We shall see. "
But you may find I managed it on three ocassions.... on closer inspection  |
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"No one likes a smart arse.
I do know most like their arse to smart "
And should I have realised correcting a wrong would result in such action I would have found something wrong much sooner  |
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