As I write this, I’m counting down the final few hours before I’ll drive across town, park my car out of sight of the main road, gather my purse (oddly heavy and lumpy from toys, lube and camera), then slip inside to meet him.
He phoned just a moment ago, adding to my anticipation of the meeting. He told me that he’d been shopping recently and had purchased a new implement of kinkiness for us to try out tonight. Because he knows that surprises work on me like presents do on a child during the days before Christmas, he declined to tell me what precisely he bought.
I hate that. I hate squirming with anticipation. I try to play it cool but I know he knows how much I hate waiting to find out.
Knowing him, he’ll hide it from me. He’ll make me go looking for the thing he purchased, and when I find it, he’ll watch my eyes with great interest to see whether or not it meets with my approval.
I don’t know what it is but I’m nearly certain that I’ll approve.
Knowing where he went shopping, I have some clues as to the implement’s identity. I shouldn’t anticipate, but I can almost feel its texture under my hands. I can feel what it will be like to pull it from its hiding place. I can imagine how it will feel on my lips, on my tongue.
And when I’ve exclaimed over his purchase, there will be cocksucking, because I cannot have that cock near me and not suck it. This, I believe, is the main reason that our activities have tended toward places where we can be private and naked. We’d embarrass everyone were we to be out in public when the craving for his cock overtook me.
About an hour at a stretch. So far that’s been the limit of the clothed, public time I’ve managed with him. After that, the craving is too much to bear, and I have to have him naked (preferably in private) so as to indulge my addiction.
So I wait for the clock finally to click toward the appointed hour. I move through my motherly duties in a daze, my mind occupied more with the anticipation of sex than with fixing dinner, unloading the dishwasher or changing tiny clothes.
Thanks to the pre-publishing feature on WordPress, he and I will have sucked and fucked each other most thoroughly for several hours by the time you read this post. About the time it goes up, we’ll be wearily pulling on our clothes and stumbling to our cars. We’ll point ourselves toward home and hope for the best. We’ll crawl into our respective houses and collapse for the rest of the short night.
And I will start counting down to next time.
Mmm. Can’t wait to hear about the lovely surprise he got for you…
Your breathless, heart-pounding descriptions of sex with this man are getting me very excited! He seems endlessly capable of giving you joy, and provides surprises as well. What a find!
Tell us: what was the toy? How was the sex? How long till you see him again? Naked, of course!
This SO reminds me of one of my favorite phrases of yours about this.
“leak daintily into panties”
Yer SO naughty!
I luvs ya so much :o)
Even if you’re a bit of a goofball :o)
In fact, MORE so, because you’re a bit of a goofball
^__^
What was his purchase, AAG ?
And just how much did you like it ???
I am sure that he enjoyed getting his cock sucked every bit as much as you loved doing it ! Chemistry is an outstanding thing !
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Please come visit ! I’d love to know what you think !
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Explicitly,
Loving Annie
Woot, woot!
Oooh, I am the same way about surprises. And hard husband is the same way that your lover is, he loves to dangle surprises and make me squirm…
AAG,
I hope it was good as previous times.
Pete
I love that sense of anticipation before meeting in secret. It drives me wild with excitement. I hope the surprise was to your liking and delight. ;)
Ooooh! New toy! Tell us, did you like it? Did you use it on him too? OOOH! ooooooh!
*Bouncing with anticipation*
It was wonderful.
And I’m not gonna tell you what the implement was.
Nah nah nah nah nah.
:)
But I will say that it was fucken marvelous.
Yum! You lucky girl!
Her
totally awesome….now you have me all squirmy in anticipation for the next time!
ya know most days I dont mind usuing my imagination but days like today when my sinuses are throbbing and I feel like I’m swimming inside my head I dont like to use my brain…on days like today this post only makes me very irritable
WHAT WAS IT!
uhhh where’s my nyquil