After tying him in a body harness, I had him kneel with his ass in the air. I tied his hands to the bed, brought the rope behind him. Using each end I tied the rope around his thighs ending the tie onto the harness. I gave his ass a few swats with the cane to see if I still had his attention, which I did.
Rubbing some lube in and on the right places,I kneel behind him. Grabbing the harness, I slid gently in, and got my rhythm going. I could hear him moaning then realized it was me, We both were sweating from the action, and I wanted to kick it up a notch. I slowed my pace and reached for the lube. Putting some in my hand I reached around and found what I was hoping for and was not disappointed.
Between the stroking and the stroking, I could feel more then the heat coming from my thighs, I knew from the way he was pushing back he was just as close. I could wait any longer and then…
My vibrator stopped, it stopped. I looked around and saw that my clock was out and the fan wasn’t on.
Fuck
I coud hear voices form the neighborhood, and not wanting to look out my window I heard someone having a conversation with a Con Edison worker.
It would figure a man, not one but two would deny me my orgasm. One guy was telling another, that they were working on it and that it was just this block. I on the other hand couldn’t give a rats ass about them working on it. Since they caused it.
Idea
I jumpped out of bed, set my phone to alarm at 7 am, jumped back into bed and realized my mother (although I hate to admit it) is right. As long as a girl has two fingers and some imagination, she can take herself far.
Now where was I? Ah right.
Feeling like I couldn’t take it any more I grabbed the harnse and stroked until the big O.
Okay so, this is what goes on in my head after playing with the butterfly. I’m either going to have to work on some shit or get over some shit.
Until next time Perverts