Best Laid Plans...
Nov. 4th, 2009 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My plan for the evening was to come home, curl up in bed with Small Favors and my wahl, exorcise today with a nice hard orgasm, then shower off and figure out somewhat else to do with my evening.
About fifteen or twenty minutes into gleeful masturbation and a wistful missing of playing with naked willing women, I hear Kittyboy scractching zombie style at my window, as he tends to do before letting himself in. And of course he comes in to flushed hot and bothered me. "Ohhh... I'm interrupting."
"Indeed."
"Well? CONTINUE."
I raised an eyebrow. "You interrupted, you finish it."
Provoking him proved.... painfully interesting. Just about every smacky, stingy, spanky thing got pulled out and used on me over the next hour, especially the small egyptian style flail, to which he seemed to take a particular liking. Gracious, it's been FAR too damn long since I'd been worked over to the point of incoherence. *sigh* He's going to be fantastically dangerous with some more practice. I'm seriously thinking about dragging him to the Flea next February so he can pick out something he can be truly horrible with. Damn if he didn't look fucking handsome in business casual with a flogger draped casually over one shoulder and that insanely sadistic little grin I'm coming to utterly adore on his face.
About fifteen or twenty minutes into gleeful masturbation and a wistful missing of playing with naked willing women, I hear Kittyboy scractching zombie style at my window, as he tends to do before letting himself in. And of course he comes in to flushed hot and bothered me. "Ohhh... I'm interrupting."
"Indeed."
"Well? CONTINUE."
I raised an eyebrow. "You interrupted, you finish it."
Provoking him proved.... painfully interesting. Just about every smacky, stingy, spanky thing got pulled out and used on me over the next hour, especially the small egyptian style flail, to which he seemed to take a particular liking. Gracious, it's been FAR too damn long since I'd been worked over to the point of incoherence. *sigh* He's going to be fantastically dangerous with some more practice. I'm seriously thinking about dragging him to the Flea next February so he can pick out something he can be truly horrible with. Damn if he didn't look fucking handsome in business casual with a flogger draped casually over one shoulder and that insanely sadistic little grin I'm coming to utterly adore on his face.