So Delicious

"Give me a kiss," He states, halfway out the door. I stretch up on tiptoes and give him a quick kiss. "No, a real kiss," He demands and pulls me in close and covers my mouth with his sliding his tongue inside. He tastes lovely, his facial hair tickles.

"If you blog this, please be kind." He looks at me. "And don't use my name." I bring up his scene name and ask about that. "Not that either, just call me He." So He it is.

He stayed for about nine hours. He had come over earlier in the day when the sun was still shining. I showed him where to park and we went inside. I was in the middle of making lasagna and he followed me into the kitchen and watched as I alternated meat sauce, noodles and the mixture of four cheeses. I covered it with foil and placed it in the oven.

He had arrived with a big black bag. While our dinner cooked He removed the contents and showed me all his goodies. There was some interesting toys included a pair of weighted gloves, similar to ones that Boymeat had used on Zelda. Gloves that she now "has to have."

More fascinating was an amazing set of leather arm binders with buckles and o-rings.

I was wearing a pair of jeans that had been bleached and the fabric was wearing out. I had just patched them a few days ago in hopes of getting more wear, but He pointed out that I had a big hole in my pelvic area, exactly over the same spot I had just patched. He fingered my lace panties through the hole.

We ate dinner. I rose from my chair and told him he could rip the jeans off me if he wanted, since I was giving up the idea they could be fixed. Sporting a grin he grabbed at the hole, pulled and ripped one leg open. He ripped the other leg, but the waistband was too thick to be torn. He picks up the stiletto he had been showing me earlier and cuts the jeans off me.

He takes the arm binders and begins to strap me in. The leather is soft and comfortable. They are heavy, heavier than I would have guessed. I feel like a rag doll. My arms hang limply at my sides. He brings my arms forward and clips them together in front of me. He begins to grind his groin into my ass and tells me to fondle him. He asks if i like bondage. "Like? I love bondage, I love being restrained and tied up."

He tells me a story of a time when he was in the hospital and felt that he could barely move. It drove him nuts. That is not the case for me. I tell him of how peaceful I feel when I am bound, how content, how lovely it is to have those limitations imposed. I tell him the arm binders will look great with my thigh boots. He had remarked how hot he thought the boots were in my picture. I have them waiting in the bedroom.

We move to the bedroom to add the boots to the outfit. They are laying out and He comments how I have them ready. My arms are unclipped and this is also the time to remove the rest of my clothing. He helps me off with my sweater and bra. I pull off my panties and drop them on the floor. I call the boots my bondage boots because they are hard to move around in. He helps me to get them on. I feel resplendent in leather and metal. My arms and legs are covered and motion is limited.

He is behind me and is tipping me backwards. One hand is caressing my pussy and he remarks how wet I am. I am wet. I am hot. I reach for his cock and feel him inside his pants. I try to undo the zipper and he does that for me. Reaching inside, I guess correctly that he is wearing boxers. His cock is hard. "I want you to fuck me," I tell him. He continues to fondle and play with me, rubbing his hard cock into me.

I lay on the bed as He removes his clothes. Standing, he grabs my boots by the heels and rubs his cock in between the boots. His cock plays with the boots for some time. He rubs, he slaps his cock on the boots. I so want to be fucked. He's making me wait, letting me get hotter and hotter. When I think I can't stand it anymore he enters me. "Fuck the hell out me," I beg.

We fuck with me on the bottom. He's pushing on my chest and I am wheezing. It's the second time this week this has happened. Earlier in the week Jefferson had done the same thing. Pressing his weight into my chest, I gasped and sucked in air. When I complained, Jefferson remarked, "You can breathe when you go home, right now we're fucking."

We fuck with me on my hands and knees. He lays on his back and I climb on his dick. I am awkward, still, for the arm binders and boots limit my movement. I ride him. I squirm and wriggle around. "It's delicious, your cock feels so delicious," I tell him. He's got a good hard cock with staying power. It's a good thing.

"Your pussy is so hot," He responds.

The boots and arm binders are getting to be too much so he removes them. He climbs back on top and his hands try to tickle me. I'm not so ticklish, but he finds a spot in my armpit and starts to work it, licking it and making me crazy. He has me pinned and I can't escape. "This is worse than being beaten," I cry! This delights him. I couldn't have said a better thing. He fucks with my feet and torments them, tickling and biting. I'm sure I am laughing and shrieking.

I go to the bathroom and get my Hitachi. He has never used one so we play with it. I work his cock and balls with it and he's enjoying it. I finally decide he's not going to cum this way so I start to work myself with it. I'm getting good and worked up. I ask him if he's still hard and he's says no, he just had an orgasm, jerking himself off as I masturbate with the vibrator. I reach over and grab the glass dildo off my dresser and pop it in. I'm good and juicy and I don't need lube. I cum.

He takes the Hitachi and turns it back on and starts back up on me. He is going over the surface much too lightly and I tell him to add pressure. He brings me to one orgasm and then jams it back in, forcing orgasm after orgasm.

All this is making me hungry.

I go to the kitchen and gather our dessert. I bring the plate back to the bed. I feed him almond cookies and pop segments of clementine oranges in his mouth. We kiss and eat oranges and cookies. Ummm, so delicious.