The Riding Crop, The Proposed Threesome and a Brown Derby.

Well that’s OB gone again. Back to his town two hours away from here. We have no plans to see each other now for 4 weeks – the first week in March and we have both booked it off. 4 weeks. 4 long and miserable, sleepless weeks.

As usual, I slept perfectly the entire time he was here. Well, I say perfectly, there were a few hitches. One night he woke up at 4 in the morning and decided he wanted to have a conversation because I had mentioned earlier on that night that I had itchy feet and wanted to go travelling again. This set his wheels in motion and he started panicking that I was going to flee the country like I have done so many times before. A few kisses, a bit of sex and a well-timed cuddle and he soon calmed down and shut the fuck up. 4 in the morning? Twat.

The next night, Saturday night, I awoke at 4 in the morning, horny and wet. I started by kissing his chest, then my hand trailed down his body to his semi-erect but beautiful cock…. I started to play and he swatted my hand away with his, grunted something at me and rolled in the opposite direction. Then when I took the hint and decided to snuggle up to him instead, he moved further away from me…. And they say romance is dead. Pffft.

I had a faux-fight with him about this when we woke up and he thought I was lying. He then got annoyed at me because he wasn’t awake and therefore couldn’t be held accountable for his actions. I was only playing but he got quite angry and irritated. It was actually very cute.

He met me from work IN UNIFORM and armed with a RIDING CROP on Friday. Holy fucking cow. Then we went out for a meal with my work buddies. A very successful night – he got along with all my work guys brilliantly, and we had a fucking awesome evening.

On Saturday, we woke up late and decided to go to the local seaside arcades and play on the 2p machines with my Mama and her boyfriend. Again, another successful day finished off with hot chocolates in a little café and a Brown Derby desert shared, just us two.

Sunday we stayed in bed until very late, fucking and laughing. We lazily strolled into town to get a late lunch. More fucking when we got home, a lovely pie for supper and more of… yep, you guessed it – fucking.

The weekend was almost perfect. I couldn’t have wished for it to have gone any better than it did. I am so in love with him right now, the thought of not seeing him for four weeks makes me want to cry. An actual tear just rolled slowly down my left cheek. I have turned into a fucking smushbag.

I really big love this guy right now and not even his little flaws could put me off him. He annoyed me a few times this weekend – his paranoia over us breaking up, him biting my ass super hard (I dislike), and even him leaving his shit all over my bedroom floor. Still I worship the ground he walks on. What the fuck?

Things got thrown into our paths this weekend, of course. The Lapdog got in touch AGAIN. This time I told him that I was in bed with my guy and he asked me if my guy wanted to have some fun too. What the fuck? He’s suggesting a threesome now? The worst of it all was when he told me he was on Mandy (MDMA) and was thinking of spending the entire night wandering, this automatically sent my vagina throbbing and all I could think of was going to find him. I didn’t of course; I am in a committed loving relationship and I sense this would fuck it all up. Then The Lapdog told me that he knew he was going to marry his new bitch but he still wanted me in his life. Final kick in the gut there Lapdog. Nicely fucking played. May I just remind you of the previous post –
Why Do I Want What I Can’t Have?

Oh and I was over the moon to find out that The Big Love couldn’t get the house he recently wanted to buy because he didn’t have enough money for the down payment. Ha! Karma – I am at your mercy. Many thanks for that. Funnily enough, he hasn’t even been a factor in my life recently. OB has helped with that. It still makes my inner bunny boiler smile when I hear that his life isn’t going the way he wants it. That’s right fucker – spent all my money on sorting out your debts to set up home with that bitch after you threw me out? Yeah, Karma deserves to kick your ass this time around.

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It’s time to get down to business though – let’s get to the point. This is why we’re all here right? You want to hear about my sexual escapades with OB after the weekend? That’s normally what follows, right? Well …. You are not going to be disappointed!

Fuck my life he bought me a fucking riding crop. He laid me down on the bed, hands in the ropes, spread-eagled, naked. He slapped, stroked and vibrated that riding crop over parts of my body that I hadn’t even realized were a fucking hot spot for me.

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He made me sit on his face. I squirted and nearly drowned him. Twice. Oh my fucking God. If God does exist (I’m not sure where I stand on this so I don’t get involved with religion!) then he has blessed me with a superbly sensitive clitoris/vagina and a man that can give head so good, I almost drowned him. Twice.

I didn’t just sit on his face; I rode his face. I had my arms up against the wall, I was bent over his head and I actually rode his face. I actually let go with this guy and it is the best sex of my life. I actually think that he is on his way to actually being the best sex of my life. Like actually. During sex the first night he was here, I said the words “I want to cum all over your face!” He jumped down and attended to my incredibly sensitive clitoris in the best way that he could and I did exactly what I had intended – I came all over his face.

He really wants to put it in my ass. He bought lube with the riding crop. He tried to use the Liquid Silk stuff that My Mr. Grey had bought me, when he last came down to have a “posh wank” with when I was at work, but it had burned him and seriously disagreed with his beautiful penis. That had gotten me out of anal last time. This time he bought his own lube, I didn’t stand a chance. I managed to put him off though – I’m holding out now just because he wants it so much. The more I say no, the more he desires it so when I do eventually give in, it’ll be a fast and pleasant experience for the both of us. See – I’m a smart girl really.

He fucked me so hard on night one that I was struggling to enjoy sex for the rest of the weekend. I sometimes hope he realizes how big his cock is and go a bit slower but really, I just love the pain. He slapped my ass, he yanked my head back by my hair, he pinned me into the mattress and he fucked me so hard I could barely walk. Ladies & gentlebugs, I think we have had a productive weekend.

I have learned a few things this weekend. I have learned that when a man says to me “Get on all fours” I have some kind of bizarre mental breakdown. I’m not entirely sure where this stems from, but OB said those exact words twice this weekend, and both times I have freaked out and had to say my “stop” code word – Crumble. (Don’t ask!)

I have learned that there is a specific way that OB likes me to jerk him off when I am trying to get him to cum in my mouth. We figured it out when I was laying on the floor and he squatted over my head. I took his cock in my mouth and whatever I was doing, made him almost cum right there and then. We had to stop; his legs were going shaky and he kind of fell on me. Still, we have made progress. I am one step closer to finally giving him a successful blowjob. Ugh. Not close enough.

I have also learned that The Lapdog is never going to be completely out of my life. I am always going to want him a little and he is always going to want me. We are going to have this weird friendship/sexual relationship until one of us eventually dies. We’re like a slightly different My Mr. Grey and I – something about them keeps me running back and I’m never sure exactly what it is. It must work both ways – I definitely haven’t been the nicest to The Lapdog.

Finally, I have learned that OB is a big deal for me now and as much as he dresses funny sometimes, always says the wrong thing and has the worst spelling I’ve ever seen, I fucking love him with every part of me. And nothing I try and tell myself is going to change that. My Mr. Grey and I aren’t a patch on this feeling. I definitely made the right choice.

Well done girlie! Well played!

Oh and remember that list that I made of the ten things I want to do to him in I Want to Play a Game. Fucking politics? This is what I’ve crossed off so far:

  1. Sex in the rain
  2. I want him to eat chocolate buttons off my body
  3. Champagne sex
  4. Me tied up and blindfolded. Him with a riding crop in his hand. The scene – Fifty Shades of Grey
  5. I wear red lipstick and kiss him all over his body. It’s like I’m stamping him as my own. For some reason, that makes me incredibly hot.
  6. Sex with my heels on. Maybe my Louboutins. I don’t know yet if he’s worth fucking all over the shoes the Big Love bought me. Time will tell. If not, I have a whole range of hot heels I can pick from.
  7. Angry sex in the bathroom. This stemmed from a scene out of Sons of Anarchy that got me hot and bothered. We have a fight. I storm into the ladies washroom. A few minutes later, he follows. I push him. He shoves me. We start kissing… Oh man!
  8. I want him to make me squirt all over his face. Gulp.
  9. I want him to fuck me in the ass. And I want it to be amazing.
  10. I want us to go shopping with my love egg in and him controlling the remote.

I do appreciate that in Number 4 I wasn’t blindfolded but the rest of it was there and it was fucking awesome so I’m going to give it to him.

He was looking for porn on my iPad and I “happened” to come by the history. He searches for stocking sex a lot so I REALLY need to do the dress up thing for him soon. I keep my eye out for naughty lingerie, of course, but with my bust, it is difficult but I am definitely going to make an effort for him now and look for some. I’m thinking black stockings, garter belt; something fucking adorable yet unique. I like the look of those panties with the love hearts cut out of the ass and stuff like that. What do you think, guys? (Or girlies!) And yes, I wanked to the porn he had been watching.

 

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