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It’s in His eyes…

January 21st, 2009 Comments off

Master stayed home yesterday, as I’m sure some of you guessed, so I didn’t do much besides play stupid flash games while He worked and clean house a bit. I had something in mind to write but I wasn’t exactly sure how I wanted to go about it so I mulled over it a while instead. I’m still not sure how I want to go about it and my blogging has been quite… lame lately so if this sucks, I apologize in advance. 🙂

In any case, we did it again over the weekend. Only this time, He wouldn’t allow me any items of torture. Just my ribbed vibrator. Which was fine with me. About a half hour in, I didn’t want anything else anyway.

It was hours. I don’t remember what time we started. We ate dinner and then some time later ended up both poised on the couch with our hands massaging our respective bits. I remember that He didn’t finally fuck me until almost noon. I was allowed to cum after that. And not long after, He came all over my chest and stomach. I was mostly asleep at that point.

I still don’t know how to put into words what I was feeling.

I’ve always been a closed-eyes-girl during sex and making out and… well, everything exciting but roller coasters. I like to watch the track. And I always thought it was more fun, being a masochist, to close my eyes and not know when it’s coming. To be helpless against it.

The other night, my clit and pussy lips were begging to be left alone. I swear that vibrator rubs off skin. By the end of the night I hurt so bad I couldn’t even pee without yelping.

Master was trying to work His cock in and I did my best to hold still but it’s one of those pains that makes you want to jerk away, slam your legs shut, curl into a ball and beg to be left alone. So every once in a while, my legs would jerk toward each other and my hips would buck away. And then we’d have to start the whole process over.

And then He ran His finger over my clit. Gently at first, but even that brought grimaces and moans of pain. And then, more firmly, His fingers dragged over it and I cried out. For some reason, my eyes fluttered open and I began to study His face. On it there was a look I’d never seen before.  Read more…

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