Well, she did want to go again, after I nuzzled up to her, sliding my hips between her thighs, and told her that, you know, if she wanted to, it would be foolish of me to say no. Which is now two nights ago, if that matters. I.e. we had three big nights in a row.
Usually, that’s too much. I’m old–having a few days rest to build up that pressure makes everything easier. But sometimes the hotness begats more hotness or something–I don’t really come down from the night before, so it’s easy enough to keep going. Anyway, I don’t want to bore you with this stuff. What I want to tell you about is the S&M.
Yes–“SM” without the “BD.” I still want to get her in handcuffs sometime, but given that she gets dizzy sitting up she’s usually on her back, which would make them useless (in front) or annoying/uncomfortable (in back). Plus, as she points out, I don’t want her to use her hands? Also, the time needs to be right or we’d interrupt the flow of everything putting them on and removing them, especially in the dark, when we’re high. But we don’t need them, anyway. A couple big nights back, the Friday, I spanked her a little. I’ve said before I have to hit her pretty hard for her to come from it, so it’s hard to do at home with the kids home. But we went there anyway, because it was the right thing to do in that moment. In the process, however, I saw that faster, little smacks also got her pretty turned on.
That was all for that night. The next night, the third in a row and we were getting pretty bestial, I really wanted to erase all her dignity–just objectify her completely. I had her under me, my cock as big and hard as ever and making her pussy come over and over, I first said “I want to fuck you like a satyr chasing a nymph,” which made her gasp and go a little limp. “I want to chase you down, throw you up against a tree, and destroy your innocence.” She gasped more, and came again. “I want to fuck you like a caveman.” Gasping, coming. “I want to punish you.” Stifling squeals and coming, as I held her down, fucked her hard and deep, just on the edge of pain, and told her how horrible she is and how badly she needed to be punished, and she loved it, her pussy gushing with juice and opening up to accept her punishment.
The narrative here was something like “you are a dirty slut, and you need to be punished for that,” which is awesome because of course she loves to be punished, as only a total slut like her would, so we have a virtuous cycle going, which means the punishment is just going to have to get worse and worse.
Shortly after, I accidentally jammed my glans into her anus–not inside, but enough to make contact. At that point I have to wash off to prevent anything getting from the back to the front and causing a UTI. So remembering the success of the night before, I got out the Satisfyer toy and said “use this while I’m gone, if you want.” Well of course she did, and once again I came back to a sex zombie, a nymphomaniac in the throes of agony and ecstasy at the same time. I turned her over and she kept up the machine from underneath, while I watched her and masturbated, which I thoroughly enjoyed, my cock fully rigid and the precum flowing. Oh yeah.
Recall now the lighter spanking from the night before. I turned that up a notch and started just kind of wrist-flipping my hand & fingers at her. On one cheek or the other, or across the middle, or right on her muff (turning my hand longitudinally). Sometimes with a little more force, sometimes a little less, but nowhere near the pain levels she needs to come (or so I thought). Varying the rhythm so she couldn’t predict when the next one would happen gave it a sense of danger and she was squirming and jumping and making little squeals, which of course fired me up. She stopped using the Satisfyer, but fingered her clit, so she was coming anyway, and when I told her again that she was a bad girl who needed punishment–who deserved to be punished–it set her off completely. She was an animal in heat, her body language screaming for me to fuck her more, and I was rapt–my mind was thoroughly inhabiting this other place, this other personality, my Mr. Hyde alter-ego. She was a naughty little schoolgirl who deserved to be punished, and I told her so, and the complete unacceptability of that, spanking a naughty schoolgirl in preparation for fucking her, sent us both over some edge that we haven’t crossed before.
THIS is new.