When There Is No Off...

Oh my lord.

Tonight my mind was totally in my pretty red lace panties. The Chief and I decided to go out for dinner tonight to a fancier restaurant. And the minute we sat down I was ready to get up and leave. Not because it wasn't nice. It was, very pretty, very classy. The appetizers were very tasty. The drinks were delicious and very yummy. But I didn't want dinner. I didn't want drinks. I didn't want dessert.

What I DID want was to grab him by the collar of his shirt, pull him to his car and break in his backseat. Perhaps my patience would have let me get him home first, and make it naked to bed. Ideal, since I hate being cold. But no. This is our 'dinner date' and we were staying. And enjoying dinner.

Innocently (I swear) I mused aloud at the fact that I could PROBABLY do something IN the restaurant, if the tables were lower, or had table cloths. Apparently this is not appropriate dinner activities, the shock was plain on his face. But shock quickly gave way to a dirty, dirty imagination, playing with the endless possibilities. I asked if he thought he could keep a straight face if I were to actually... anyway.

So the night continued on like this. I ran my fingers across his back, under his shirt. Dragging my nails on delicate skin. I rubbed his thigh, and grazed his cock. I pulled at his jeans. I traced pattens along his arm. I bit my lip and started saying completely inappropriate things for a fancy restaurant. But I swear to goodness, I could NOT help myself. He is just so damn sexy. And tonight was no exception. He has these big sexy shoulders that make you feel like a woman. Sexy sexy masculine tattoo's that actually MEAN something to him. His smile is totally shy, but totally devilish if you'll give him the chance to show you. His eyes are phenomenal. They are this explosive mixture of blue, and green and orange. Mhmm, like a reddish orange. I have never seen eyes so god damn pretty. And EYELASHES. I just.. anyway.

The point is I do not have an off button.  (Maybe if you said something totally mood killer. But even then I'd probably bounce back.) Once I am on, I stay on. I stay on until my battery is completely dead, I recharge and we start ALL over. Tonight he had me turned on, very very VERY on.

We survived the  restaurant and made it to the car. Barely. We had decided on going back to my place (Where other people live. Boo to that.) to go for a walk, since the weather for November is exceedingly beautiful. Okay, walking. I can handle that. I can't get into too much trouble walking down a residential street. The car ride home however.. I leaned back into his seat, something I NEVER do. Which he notice of course, smirks about and asks what's wrong...

Let me tell you what's wrong Tiger. I want you. Now. Not like in five minutes, but now. And I want all of you. Preferably naked, but semi clothed is kinda hot too. And I want you to satisfy me until I am too damn tired to walk, or talk, or remember my own damn name. I want to taste you on my lips. I want to have your scent cling to me for hours and hours afterwards. I want to get hot and sweaty and dirty and totally tangled up with you. I want to wake up the next morning and FEEL the after affects of a job well done. I want my shoulders and legs, and hips and arms to groan in protest in the thought of having to move a single muscle, but still quiver at the memory of all those delicious things that happened to make me ache oh so very badly. Mhmm. Like now darlin'.

But no, we drive home. My hand tracing frantic circles on my thigh. My hands rubbing his shaved head, clutching at the hair I can grab. And again he smirks at my obvious lack of control. There is a moment of contemplation about pulling into a parking lot. But again, no. We drive home.

We GET home and we have visitors. People I love, but shoo! Really, I have SO many things I NEED to be doing tonight, it's great to see you now get the heck outta my way. We've still got a walk to go on. Because I sure as hell can't keep quite enough to not have the whole damn neighbourhood hear... I am THAT distracted, and in THAT rough of shape.

So we go for our adorable little walks. Which I LOVE btw, some of my favourite moments with the Chief have been while walking along darkened streets. Tonight I am imagining his fingers are his cock and I'm rubbing them between my fingers and hands. I'm picturing him naked, with the night's light casting shadows on his skin. I'm wondering if parks are dark enough to hide us. I'm shivering and shuddering softly just imagining his huge hands warming up every inch of my body. So not conducive to walking. In fact, it makes straight lines damn near impossible. Stumbling, shivering, shuddering and so unbelievably wet and hot and "OMG TAKE ME NOW!" we continue to weave our way through the city.

Getting back to my front door he pulls me in for a kiss, and the damn sensor light goes off. I explain that if we just don't move, or move very, very slowly we should be okay. This is possibly the sexiest thing I have ever demanded. Slowly he kisses me. Making each moment last. Slowly he runs his burning hands across my freezing skin. Slowly he leans in to kiss my neck, his breath melts me, and then leaves me shivering. Slowly, slowly he moves his hand towards my thigh. Slowly.. slowly..

The damn light comes back on. And we realize it's past his bedtime. I won't see him now till Saturday. I think I'm going to spontaneously combust from all this sexual energy...