My parents left this week to fetch my sister from her University, it was a quick there and back again trip but it was enough time for one night with the house to myself and a two whole days with the empty house. Unfortunately the Chief had a disagreement with his car which prevented us from taking advantage of an empty house for day/night one. (Not that he would have stayed the night anyway.) Day TWO however was marvellous. Simply... divine.
The previous week was our Two Monthiversary, which was celebrated with early Christmas/ anniversary celebratory-ish presents. Lots of them. He spoiled me completely rotten. With dirty, sexy gift. A glass candy cane to be festive. A postcard with naughty pictures handwritten by the photographer with the Chief's Christmas/present message. A cock ring which is something new to add to the first list. A glass monster with red swirls that slightly terrifies me with it's hugeness. And a GORGEOUS jewelled anal plug which is a HUGE first for me (This was his gift to himself. He is an ass man. He prefers a sexy bum to just about any other body part. Go figure.). I was completely gleeful upon open the package. Everything came in their own little velvet bags, and were wrapped so pretty. And there was so much. I couldn't believe how over the top he went, but I TOTALLY loved it, and hope he does it again! ;)
On day two, after he got off work and retrieved his car he rushed over eager to enjoy having the house to just us, and having the opportunity to try all of our shiny new toys (Which we ended up waiting over a week to try. It was KILLING me having them sitting there all pretty and just begging to be played with...) First thing first was getting out of all that damn clothes and pulling him into bed. It felt like FOREVER since I'd gotten to just be with him, and damnit I was going to take my time and enjoy every single minute with him. Just kissing him sent shivers down my spine and got my heart racing. His skin was like fire against mine, so he pulled me close and wrapped himself up in me, trying to warm me up (such a gentleman). We laid there like that for hours, kissing and fooling around and tangled up. Sweaty and laughing all curled up between the moans and sighs and the sound of nails digging into flesh. In the silence and the afterglow I decided it was time to brave up and try the gorgeous new jewelled plug (In stained glass for anyone who cares). His eyes lit up, glittering with anticipation and a desire to try, to watch, to see, and to play.
It's an experience talking someone through something like playing with an plug for the first time. Myself, I was slightly terrified that it was going to be the most mind numbingly painful thing I'd have tried in a while, totally tense but still so eager to try. I'm sure behind his excitement there was a bit of worry and concern about how this was going to go over too. But fuck, can this boy play. He was so gentle, so slow, so careful. He asked questions before going further and further. And then it was in. No fuss. Just blissful. It was unbelievable how heavy and cool it felt resting inside of me. I mean OBVIOUSLY a huge chuck of metal in a tight, tight space is going to feel heavy, but that's not the point. It FELT heavy pushing against my body. The gasp from his as it slid in sent my heart racing, he just sat there and admired his handiwork, and the sparkle of the gem. I giggled, totally nervous and concerned about how utterly and completely ridiculous I must have looked. And then his fingers slid inside of me, totally wet from the whole experience. And the weight of the plug pressed against his hand and oh my fucking goodness... I have never EVER felt anything as incredible and mind-blowing as that. Just thinking about it now, the feel of his hands pressing against that plug every time he sank his fingers into my body, the way the metal heated up until it matched me, every thrust, every delicate press, every movement and the pressure, oh the pressure... Mmmmm.. It sends shivers and shockwaves through my body now just thinking about it, recalling it, reliving it (Give me a moment here folks...) I'm struggling because words can not describe it. Can not do justice to the sheer ecstasy that was that feeling *shivers* (that or I'm just so damn turned on that finding words is too much effort and is directly between me and my playthings) Gawd damn I'm a lucky girl for having such a deliciously experimental man.
After all was said and done that day, shivers had reduced until I was able to stand and walk him to the door, it was time for the Chief to head home. Standing at the front door in his sweat pants (Which I love by the way. Single greatest invention ever. Totally comfortable. Totally accessible. Doesn't get any better than that) and he is hard as a fucking rock. Well damn, we can't let something so perfect and delicious go to waste now, can we. Keep in mind my parents are possibly 15 minutes or so from getting home and walking through the door. But no, this is not going to waste. It was beautiful, poetry in the flesh. Which I chose to take into my mouth, on my knees, at the front door, in front of the window. Who AM I and what did I do with the shy version of me? Looking up at him, his jacket and mitts and shoes all on, ready to walk out the door. Feeling his knees so weak the closer and closer he got. His release and wild eyes. Totally worth it. And for me, it was kinda totally hot. It was like... a need. Some desperate need that had to be met, there was no other time or place. And minutes before my parents drove into the driveway. The missed each other by less than two minutes. And it was awesome.
*High Fives Team*
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