Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. ~Mark Twain
He was still wet from his shower when it happened. You know I believe there is something wonderful about a man right out of the shower. Hot…clean..damp. There is something even nicer about a man who comes to you directly from the shower and orders your mouth on his cock. This is where I found myself with Richard yesterday. As I write this Richard is beside me on the bed napping. I am sitting here in bed beside him resting on my tummy…..I am wearing a pair of boy-short panties that barely cover my bruises from yesterday. Notice I said I am on my tummy….
About an hour and a half ago we started watching a movie together before realizing we were both exhausted. (my fault). Richard suggested a nap and we both rested for about an hour. He woke me up a few minutes ago inadvertently and I am not quite sure how but here I am wide awake with him still half snoozing beside me. I woke him up long enough to ask permission to bring my laptop to bed to do some writing in my blog. I knew he would say yes. He had told me earlier that I would not be allowed to orgasm until I posted today…until I posted an accounting of one of the amazing events that we shared yesterday. Last night was the first time we spent the entire night together so when I woke up at 4 AM this morning I struggled to go back to sleep. I find that Richard is particularly insightful in the morning and we ended up talking for a couple of hours before one or both of us drifted back off to sleep. So the nap today……my fault. I am going to type quietly and try not to distract him as I lay here in my panties.So here I go…..like I said, he was still wet from the shower when he ordered me to put my mouth on his cock. He was beside me on the bed when he pulled my head down to him. I inhaled the clean manly scent of him as I opened my mouth. I find this very submissive. I like having this part of my body taken and used as if it were any other entrance into my body. I think he must have liked what I was doing because he made really wonderful encouraging noises.
“Turn around for me….I want to see your cunt while you suck my cock.” As these words still played in my head I shifted so I was kneeling by his side and he had easy access to the rest of my body. This is just another reason why he and I are so compatible. I think that I could take most anything from him as long as he talks me through it. My reactions…my responses are closely tied into what I hear and see. I like direct, concise, black and white directions. He provides me with this.
His hands started exploring me and I felt his fingers enter me. I like how he presses deep inside of me…..how his thumb plays with my clit and his fingers smoothly glide in and out of my body. He sets an amazing rhythm with his hand and I follow it easily. I was embarrassingly wet and pressed myself eagerly into his hand. He has the most amazing hands. You can’t even imagine what he does to me…all my favorite little spots he has found.
I think I am one of those adults with ADD…because the closer he took me to the edge of release the less attention and focus I was able to pay to his cock. At one point the feelings between my legs were so intense I stopped sucking him and rested my head on his leg trying to catch my breath. The sensation of having his fingers explore my body coupled with the taste and feel of him deep inside my mouth overwhelmed me. I felt a flush creep up my back and I felt damp all over. I was so close to cumming…and I was just about ready to ask for permission. I felt two sharp slaps on my bottom…they were hard and I turned my head around and looked at him surprised. I wasn’t expecting that. He continued to spank me hard over and over…”Greedy little cunt.” he said between smacks. “What a greedy cunt you are. Focus on my cock not on my fingers.” I felt ashamed and embarrassed that I had lost myself in my own pleasure…..that it took him hurting me to remind me of my place. It was more than that too…it was the fact that he had the right to put me and keep me in my place that I found the most erotic. It was a reminder that he pleasured me because in doing so he pleasures himself….I pleasure him because that is what I am told to do. The pleasure I receive should be secondary and residual from his own. Do I get pleasure from pleasing him? Yes…so much. Yet even if I didn’t….even if he asked me to do something I thought that I couldn’t possibly do I would do so for the sake of his pleasure. It is the mark of a submissive….because in doing so…in putting his pleasure above my own – that is where the greatest pleasure is found for me. I am known to forget that sometimes. What a greedy cunt I can be. J