I want to fuck you twenty times in one week.

I want to tie you up for an extended period of time and have my way with you.

I want to tease and please you with lots of sensation play until you get off, and then fuck you.

I want to put some mean clamps on your nipples and then play with you until you feel good enough not to notice.

I want to play with your body as if you’re not really here.

I want to only do things you explicitly ask for, but I want you to boldly demand a lot of kinkier things.

I want to be a physical top as you tell me what to do as a verbal top.

I want to bend you over a sink or counter so I can watch our expressions as I fuck you in both holes.

I want to put my dick in your pussy and jerk myself off through your ass.

I want to tie you up in bed until you’re ready to wet the bed and then eat you out and fuck you until you can’t hold on.

I want to fuck you in your sleep. I want to eat your ass while you sleep.

I want to fuck an inanimate object for your viewing pleasure.

I want to make pornographic pictures and movies to surprise you with.

I want you to wake up to the sight of me pleasuring myself in some kinky way.

I want to surprise you with things that you want, if only I knew what they are.

Things I want to do together:

I want you to indulge your kinky fantasies and do them anyway with a husband who wants to share them with you.

I want to fall asleep in an anal spoon, and then I want you to wake up and masturbate with me still in your ass while I watch and play with your nipples.

I want to use far to much oil on both of us and then slide all over each other as random orfices get filled until we both a completely spend from orgasm. I want to collapse and fall asleep that way in whatever mess we’ve made, and as we wake up, do it all again.

I want to share a very oily bathtub with you and a pile of sex toys.

I want to spend a day where we wander around naked and randomly grab each other and penetrate each other however we want all day without asking.

I want to get soapy and hard in the shower and shove my dick up your ass and fuck you hard when you’re not expecting it.

I want to double penetrate you in a three way.

I want to share you with someone who will slowly eat you from your toes to your pussy while I do the same from your neck and shoulders to your ass hole. When we both finally stand, we’ll thrust into your holes until we’re both satisfied.

Things I want done to me:

I want you to crave me. I want you to completely abandon yourself and do anything to get me to touch you and fuck you. I want you to suck my cock and toungue me as if I’m the best thing you ever put in your mouth.

I want you to take more liberties with my body.

I want you to be less timid as a top.

I want you to give me challenges that put me in more of a predicament so that you’ll have an excuse to carry out your punishments.

I want you to crave seeing me aroused and tormented. No amount of me writhing and climbing the walls should be good enough to satisfy your needs.

I want to be tied up and have just my penis head tormented until I scream, and then get fucked hard and mercilessly.

I want you and a friend to make me your objectified sexual servant for at least an evening.

I want someone to fuck me while I fuck you. I want to bounce on a penis while you jerk me off. If you’re sitting on the penis owner’s face, all the better.

I want you to fuck me until you get yourself off at least twice.

I want to be fucked in my sleep.

I want to be held down and raped.

I want you to give me your counterpart to this list.

Things I want us to do to someone else:

I want us both to seduce someone who is very reluctant. Let’s get him or her drunk and take advantage of them.

I want to flog someone to tears and then fuck them.

I want to fuck most women I see these days. I imagine almost every girl you introduce me to in lewd sexual situations almost immediately.

I want to fuck a young skinny girl to see if it’s any fun.

I want to watch someone else fuck you.

I want to fuck whoever’s fucking you.

At the end of the day I often wonder why I want to do any of these things, so then I just masturbate to the fake German girl rape where she’s fucked in the ass while tied to an X frame, or maybe just Miracle Laurie in Dollhouse, and then go to bed. Then there’s the good days.

We were being a bit playful, when she suddenly pulled me to the couch.  She sat in front of me and I stood while she undid my pants with a very playful smile on her face.  I was already partially hard from the anticipation.  She ran her hand over me, exploring the length of my shaft.  Not satisfied with how things were moving, she wet her hand with her tongue to make everything slide easier.

She experimented with different sensations as we stared into each other’s eyes.  I think our facial expressions are as much a turn on for each of us as anything else sometimes.  Everything in me felt like it was was tightening and throbbing, as if I was trying to expand into her wonderful grasp.

Then she held me firmly and took me into her mouth and bathed my head with her tongue.  She played up and down the underside, tickling the sensitive areas there.  I secretly wished she would use her mouth and tongue more agressively, but wasn’t going to risk stopping the moment to have a conversation for anything.

After a moment, she pulled her mouth away, smiling at me as she slid her hand up over top of my saliva coated glans making me gasp at the sensation.  More and more I got the impression that she was going to make me her sexual puppet for a while and make this half-naked guy in front of her dance as she saw fit.

She continued stroking me up and down my shaft, always being rewarded with a bit of a sharp breath from me when her palm slid over the top of my glans.

Then she let go for a moment to get up and fetch some real lube.  It was then that I realized just how hard I had become.  I would have made a good hatrack just then.  She squirted some in her hand, warmed it just slightly, and grabbed hold of me again.  The texture of her hands combined with the slight coolness of the lube felt wonderful.

She continued to jack me off, concentrating less and less on the shaft and more on the head.  Her smile continued to broaden as she did.  I have no idea what my expression was doing, but it must have been interesting.  She began to play with my balls as my gasps got a little more erratic.  I continued to gaze into her eyes as I stroked the side of her face.

Then she decided to try something new.  She gently but firmly wrapped her hand around one of my balls and began to pull downward as she continued to work over my head with the other hand.  It felt as though there was a string from my testicle all the way up to my neck and attached to all points in between, and it was all being stresses and pulled down together.

It had already been getting difficult to maintain a steady stance, but this made things far more difficult.  I tried to concentrate on caressing her face as her palm tormented my cock head and she pulled me to the floor by my balls.  Instinctively, I started to bend my leg to take some pressure off my balls, but it didn’t work.  She kept as much pressure on me no matter how I moved.

Here and there, my concentration was beginning to crack.  As the intensity and partial discomfort of what was happening to me registered, I’d spasm as my head argued with itself.  My reflexes were trying to find somewhere to run to escape the pressure and the overexcitement being applied to my penis, while all of me that I could still control was trying desperately to stand there and take it because I loved it so much.  “Stand back up,” she said somewhat playfully at one point as one of my legs began to fold.  I more or less sent it a direct command to straighten.  Once it was straight again I tried to convince my knees to lock, but it’s hard to lock jello.  The whole time she kept that relentless downward pull going and kept sliding her hand over my penis.

I’m glad she didn’t pull down any harder or I might have had to cry uncle and I really didn’t want to.  I remember half wishing I was restrained.  At least then I would have had something to strain against.  This way was almost worse, since the only thing I was straining against was my own instincts and reflexes.

She finally let go of my balls and that gave me some chance to recover some composure, but she kept going with the other hand, occasionally adding more saliva to make sure the lube kept doing its job.  I knew I wasn’t out of the woods though.  Just the one hand was enough to get me to crack up.  She’d done it before.  I thought I’d try folding my arms behind my back.  At least then maybe I would just have my legs to concentrate on.  I also had a kind of foggy though that it might come across as a slightly submissive pose in that I was removing my arms from play and therefore leaving myself undefended for her amusement.

Soon the ball stretching came back, and the penis hand quickened.  I began breathing heavier as I tried to contol the sensations washing over me.  At times I thought it was a good thing she was holding me down by the balls.  It might have been the only thing that kept me from jumping away or uncontrollably running in place.  My breathing began to turn to occasional erratic whimpers.  I looked down at her face and saw a huge facinated smile on her face.  It reminded me a little of the look she had when we first went to Manhattan and got a good look at the towering architecture there.

Everytime I looked at her with that huge open mouthed smile my concentration would drop by about half and a very shaky laugh would jump out as I spasmed.  This went on for a few minutes, with me sort of standing there a complete wreck as she dragged more yelps, cries, and spastic laughs out of me kicking and screaming.

She finally had to stop because her jerking off arm was getting tired, leaving me standing there breathing hard still trying to figure out what hit me.  After she cleaned the lube off her hands she came back with a big smile and cold wet hands and grabbed my still slippery shaft again.  The coolness felt great after the torment I’d received, although underneath it all this feeling was getting me going again as well.

After that we were pretty much done.  No orgasm, but I still felt pretty spent and a bit weak in the knees. The end.

When I got home that night I asked her why she got me one with hot peppers.  “I thought you liked them,” she said innocently.  I went to bed pretty sore that night.

The next day the soreness was starting to subside.  It was replaced by a dull itch that continued to get more persistant as my enflamed hole tried to put itself back together.  That evening I could hardly stand it.  I wanted so badly to get something in and chase the torment away.  “I’m still itchy!” I announced in a mock Ed from Ed, Edd, and Eddy kind of voice.

“Want me to scratch it for you?” my beautiful bride asked, in a playful sort of way.

“I’m not sure you want to scratch this itch,” I replied, becoming just slightly self-conscious.

“I bet I can help.  Take your clothes off and show me where it bothers you.”

Suddenly my goofy streak kicked in, and I thought, “Why not?  This’ll be a surprise.”  I quickly dropped my pants and bent over, mooning her and spreading my cheeks.  “Fix it please,” I said in a playful tone that made it clear I thought the whole thing was hilarious on some level.

“Okay,” she said matter of factly.  “Bend over the couch.”  Surprised, I did as I was instructed.  She grabbed a bottle of sex grease I hadn’t noticed before and dropped her pants as well.   There she was all ready to go with a strapon harness sporting a feeldoe.  She spread lube on her toy, and moved to my opening.  “Let’s see wat we can do about that tortured entrance of yours.  At least it’s an entrance now,” she said as she began to slowly work it into me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the cool lube touched my burning anus.  I was anxiously awaiting the painful moment when she presses back my muscles, but also so eagerly awaiting the subsequent rubbing inside that I needed so badly.  I winced just slightly as I yielded to her advance, and focused on the excitement of what was happening and had happened to lead up to this.  Then she was in.  The rest slid in easily.  She slowly drew out all the way, and then all the way back in again.  It was heaven.

She stopped to add more lube and then entered me again, this time with less caution.  I got the sense that she was about done toying with me.  She began increased her pace to a slow medium speed and thrust all the way in until she connected hard with my ass.  It felt so good.  It was hitting everything just right.  Something very deep in me was trying to make me clench.  I reached down to grab my cock.  “No you don’t,” she said, pushing my arm away.  “I want you to concentrate on just your ass.”  I put my hand back on the couch and groaned.

She let more lube drip down my ass crack, and as it slid around her shaft, she quickened her pace.  After another a moment she slowed for just a second to reach behind her between her legs to turn on the bullet vibe, and then she was thrusting again with even more intensity.  She grabbed my hips and started mashing us together with faster and faster strokes.  My legs were shaking and I felt like I could hardly stand, and she was getting more frantic and jerky as well.

Soon we were both gyrating against each other as fast as we could control, as she used her arms to yank me onto her.  I think we both came at the same time.

Nothing came from my cock.  In fact it wasn’t even raging that much.  Something had definitely gave way inside me though.  We both slowed to a stop and she pulled out of me.  “Is that better?” she asked.  I just smiled and laughed through my gasps.  I turned around and kissed her as I grabbed her pseudo-penis.

It was such a new experience, I wasn’t sure if I could go on or not.  “That was amazing.  I just don’t have words right now, except to say that I loved every minute of it, and I want to scratch your itch next.  Pick a position and spread your legs for me.”

To be continued…

The favorite one at the moment involves me being told to jerk off, but not come, while she does everything she can to turn me on.  I have to pay attention, and if i stop jerking off or if I come there will be consequences.  Maybe she even tells me what will happen and it turns out to be enough to raise an eyebrow.  I’ve mostly been torturing the head edges and just barely grazing the shaft, causing a cold fire in my legs and feet.  After a while I can feel it in my balls too.  I like the way they feel in my harness.  Every jerk pulls my whole sack up and down with it.  I just finished reading her journal since she suggested I should anyway.  Much more interesting than the first entry I read.

I really have to finish writing that toppish scene I’d been working on.  Someday I’d like to write a no holds barred scene that really goes over the top.  Anything I’d ever think of doing will be included.  Maybe I’ll freak her out, but I doubt it.  We’re both freakier than we let on in some ways.  Probably at worst there would be some areas of non-interest and if we’re lucky, a few areas where we’re surprised that we’re into the same thing.  I’ve deflated a bit now.  pre-come always happens when I deflate.  Not so much the rest of the time unless the torment is somewhat extended.

From her journal I can see that she’s still afraid to go too far, although she seems to like what she’s done lately.  I sure hope so.  She says she runs hot and cold.  No kidding.  I never know from one minute to the next if she’ll see something as fun semi-edge play, at least for us, or just trying to one up past experiences gratuitously.  I don’t try to do the one up thing, but I admit it comes off that way sometimes.  Apart from excessive pain, I don’t think there’s anything I woudn’t do for her.  I don’t care if it’s strange, laughable, gross, or demeaning.  Someday when she’s doing the in charge thing, I hope she starts commanding me to take her roughly.  I’d like for her to frequently give me explicit commands as far as how to physically treat her and dominate her.  I’d like to do the same, but my biggest fear there is a lack of imagination or concentration on my part to keep it fun.  What the hell though.  What do I have to lose?

I know what she means about being attracted to extremes though.  I am too.  Partially, it’s the geek.. oops.  Here she comes.  Zip up quick before she sees. She feels too crappy to do anything about it right now anyway, but just the same she won’t be sick forever…  As I was saying, I think it’s the geek in me that has to look for the limits of something on a regular basis in order to determine good enough code coverage, but it’s also the experimenter that wants to set my own mind free and explore unknown things with someone I trust.

7:22 Now I forgot half the stuff on my mind.  Oh well.  I’ll read her journal again as well as my previous entry and hopefully get plugged back in…   That’s a little better.  I’ve been trying for several years to cut loose my old bugaboos and hangups, to just let go and go with the flow.  It’s been a thrill so far.  She says she needs to let go as well.  I hope she does at some point.  I’m not the uptight little thing I once was. I think I gave her a funny look when she discussed a punishment recently that maybe made her apprehensive.  I didn’t mean to.  I think it was actually just a brain fart where I wasn’t sure how to be for just a second.  Oops and damn.

Obviously I’m already thinking of playing with fire by writing some of this.  It’s getting tempting to fail to perform or to overstep my bounds to see what happens.  I probably should.  Damn my balls ache.  I want to rub them and stroke myself but now isn’t the time.  I was getting the blue balls itch when she was down here before.  What I should really be doing is coming up with a list of goals for what I want to achieve when the roles eventually reverse.  Just trying to get my imagination to go with it always ends up with too rapid and escalation and too many areas explored at once leaving nowhere to go.

Sometimes I wonder how much she can see right through me and how much is a total mystery.  There’s times that I think she’s smiling inside thinking, “He’ll tell me when he’s ready, but I’ve known all along,” and other times when she seems very unsure of how I’ll react.  I admit that all I can tell about her is that she likes to play with lots of demons in her head and goes back and forth regarding whether ot not she’d ever like to play with any of them for real.

For some reason tonight my mind is stuck on the night she caught me riding a double-ended dildo in the dark in our bedroom.  I really wasn’t going out of my way to hide anything.  I probably could have ducked into the bathroom before she made it up the stairs if I had wanted, but I was having far too much fun.  I was on my hands and knees with one end jammed into the carpet.  I’d been going at it for quite a while, adding more lube periodically.  There were times when it was really stirring something in me, but it was a little unstable and either it would slip or my legs would start to get tired.

It’s hard to describe what it was.  There was an intensity that would suddenly make my legs begin to tense and slightly spasm.  Either way, I’d like to figure it out someday.  She has a strap-on dildo, used once briefly, and a harness, never used.  I’m betting if she “made me her bitch” some night and fucked me until she got herself off, I just might find out.  I’ve never had an orgasm before without penis contact, but that just might do the trick.  When she saw what I was up to she called me silly, but came over to watch and jerk me off while I continued, so how silly could it have been really?

Marketing Dude backed the boat down better than anyone else there could have.  We were pretty impressed with his skill, actually.  The Cool Hairy Dude Turned Yuppie got in his boat and started acting like Captain Ahab looking for a 1st and 2nd mate to untie the lines.  The Crazy Icelander and I stepped up to help as the Asian Doctor, the Crazy Icelander’s Wife, and the Boss Lady carried munchies and beer to the dock.  Once the beer and munchies were loaded, we all piled in and taxied out onto the lake.

Everyone got a cold one to suck on, and we raced around the lake for a little while.  Then we’d park somewhere and just bob around taking in the view with people randomly jumping off the boat.  Cool Hairy Dude stood up and anounced he was going to pee in the lake, and jumped in.  Boss Lady observed that the water came in hot and cold waves, but we just told her it was Cool Hairy Dude’s pee.  Crazy Icelander put on a life vest and jumped in.  We asked him why and he informed us that he can’t tread water and pee at the same time.  Maybe he can walk and chew gum at the same time.  This went on for an hour or two, until we decided to return to the dock and pick up a towable inner tube.

Marketing Dude went first. He got whipped back and forth pretty good.  When he got out he said he felt like he’d been given an enema.  Next was the Crazy Icelander.  He went to great efforts, as is his way, to play it cool, as if he was bored or something, but pretty soon he was being whipped from side to side as well and had to hold on pretty tight.

After he finished, the Crazy Icelander and the Crazy Icelander’s Wife decided to go together with her sitting on the Crazy Icelander’s lap.  Cool Hairy Dude is pretty good friends with the Crazy Icelander, so he gave him a little treat.  He got the tube bouncing straight up and down on the wake of the boat.  She’s this cute little South Korean thing with a body to die for, and her husband is a few punds overweight, so the result was that he would get bounced a little while she was pounded up and down on his lap, almost getting tossed out.  I’ve never seen the her eyes so big as she slammed up and down on his lap.  I was a little envious when the ride was over and it became clear to anyone paying attention how much fun the Icelander had had.

Next was the Boss Lady.  She got up on the back of the boat, not really sure she wanted to do this.  She really does have a nice shape.  Although we don’t connect on personality wavelengths at all, I idly wondered what she was like in bed as she bent over to get a life vest.  Depends on what you’re into I suppose, but I bet she’s pretty energetic in the sack.  All of a sudden, Cool Hairy Dude got up and gave her a push.  It’s not every day you get to shove your boss in the lake, so who could blame him?  She actually had a pretty smily ride, but it all ended when the tube flipped.  She was ok, but that ended the ride.

Next Cool Hairy Dude taught the Crazy Icelander to drive the boat.  it was kinda fun to watch.  I definitely learned a few things.  I’ve played with boats before, but this one was a little out of my league.  After that, the Cool Hairy Dude and Asian Doctor took their turns riding the tube whie the Crazy Icelander drove.

We pulled up the tube and tied it off, and spend some more time cruising around the lake until we reached a shallow spot where a few boats were parked.  There was a platform boat selling grilled food, and several people were walking around their boats in the water.  Everyone decided to park here for a while and partake of the chronic.  Everyone was getting pretty silly at that point.

It was starting to get late, but as we headed out we took a few really fast sweeping laps up and down the lake, enjoying the breeze and taking in the view.  Next it was time to put the boat on the trailer.  What an adventure that was.  Everyone pointing in different directions, trailer wheels falling off into the lake, and the boat kept coming out on one side of the trailer.  After about five tries, it was finally on.  The Cool Hairy Dude was looking pretty ragged, so I got to drive the boat back to the storage facility and hope we didn’t attract any undue attention.

Once I was back in my own car, I realized I probably shouldn’t have been driving either.  Probably none of us should have been.  Oh well.  Too late now.  My head was getting clearer all the time, so I just picked a simple path home and cross-checked how fast I thought I was going with the spedometer a little more often.

At home I got to spend a couple hours with my son while I told Mouse some of my adventures.  Mouse seemed moderately amused and seemed glad I had a good time.

After shorty went to bed, she decided to have a glass of champagne and I had another beer, just to top me off.  The conversation turned to sex, specifically about the game where one person tells the other they aren’t allowed to get themselves off without permission.  Of course, the rest of the game is to have fun tormenting the person who has to restrain him/herself.  Apparently she had tried to get that going with me a couple times, but I had misinterpreted her and thought she was just joking.  I explained that I was more that willing to play.  She said, “Okay, starting now.”

After a little more banter, she mentioned that she thought I should watch some porn. Specifically whatever I would normally tune into to get myself off, if I was allowed.  Sounded like fun to me, so I flopped on the couch and grabbed the remote.  It had been a bit since I’d looked at most of it, so I had to remember what was what.  I stumbled across a couple things that I had saved more for the “Wow, you really CAN do that” factor more than inspirational material.

One of them was a double anal, single pussy penetration scene.  There was a blond pretty plugged up and she was playing with the breasts of a brunette.  We both agreed the brunette was actually the far more fuckable of the two and wondered why the blonds always automatically get showcased, even when they’re outclassed.  Even though it wasn’t a favorite video, I was still having fun when we got to the part where the brunette finally had something of her own to bounce on.  I would have loved to have double teamed her.  Or single.  Or whatever.

Another was all about a girl taking in a huge dildo.  I mean record breaking huge.  The thing stood probably waist high and must have been around seven or eight inches across.  There’s a scene where she’s on her back while someone behind her holds her in place from the shoulders while two other guys wrap their arms around this thing and shove it into her.  Pretty unreal.

Eventually I found one of the ones I like.  It starts out pretty stupid.  A porno house is trying to shoot a film, but the star girl isn’t there, but the receptionist volunteers to stand in.  After too many blow job moments, we switch to one guy giving it to her in the ass while she sucks another guy off.  Then they switch.  Mouse isn’t too fond of seeing anything ass-to-mouth, so this part wan’t a favorite for her.  She was just starting to ask why I liked it when I explained that we hadn’t even gotten to the part I like yet.  I skipped a little and found it.  All three stood up, and the girl was lifted between the two men with her knees pulled up over one guy’s elbows.  Next they lowered her onto their cocks, one in her pussy and one in her ass.  The two of them proceeded to lift her and drop her up and down on their shafts.  I was definitely getting excited at this point.  I was having fun imagining what it must be like for her to be suspended out of control as two people controlled her body and impaled it on their cocks.

It was even more exciting when Mouse chimed in, “That looks like fun.”  That really gave me a bulge for so many reasons.  I love finding out we’re into the same things.  Somehow it seems to make my fantasies feel a little more possible.  I would love to take her like this someday if we could find the right partner, and I know she sometimes muses about being double penetrated in a threeway anyway, even if she wouldn’t act on it.

Pretty soon we switched to another favorite.  A girl was kneeling in a plastic kiddie pool wearing a very loose fishnet top.  She started taking big handfulls of lube and smearing it all over her chest, arms, and stomach.  Then she got on her hands and knees and squirted out a lot more on her ass and spread it over her ass and legs.  About then a guy came in with what looked like a gallon bottle of “Wet!” lubricant and started dousing her with huge squirts of the stuff.  From there it continued with him sliding his hands in and out of her pussy and ass and finding different shapes and sizes of dildos to run in and out of her various holes.  Once again, mouse mentioned she liked the idea of being in a huge slippery mess, coincidentally the part of the video that appealed to me, if only we had a decent place to do it.  My hard-on was getting bigger all the time.

Mouse must have noticed how many of these videos had an anal component, if not theme, and mentioned she liked most of the things I did with her butt, but that I tended to rush in to things a bit before she was prepared.  We talked about how much fun an inflatable toy might be, if we could find one that wasn’t latex.  Then she mused that maybe we needed a butt plug to practice with.  That gave me a thought.

I needed a shower before bed since I was still covered in suntan crap and such, and I knew this video was winding down.  Also, all the beer was making me a little punchy so I decided to play a card I’d been holding for a while.  I made a quick trip to the basement and came back up with dildo with a rather bumpy shape and a suction base that I’d been saving for a fun moment.  Somehow she knew I had a sex toy in tow when I came back up.  At any rate, I ducked into the bathroom and stuck it to the shower wall and got teeth brushing out of the way.  She still didn’t know what I had exactly, and I figured I could still giver her a little surprise if I was quick enough.

I dropped all of my clothes.  Next I turned on the water, pulled on the shower curtain and stepped in all at the same time.  When she reminded me that we were planning to take a shower together, I made an excuse that I usually take longer than her so I wanted to get a head start.  While she was getting undressed and ready, I quickly adjusted the water, (not too well.  It stayed a little cool) pointed it over me, and repositioned the dildo on the wall a little below pelvis height and pushed it on good.  Then I grabbed a shampoo bottle and slathered a good glob on the toy and shoved my ass down on it as fast as it would relax around it.  I held on to the washcloth bar and used it for balance as I impaled myself a couple times to get everything lubed and working.  Then I grabbed the washcloth and started to take my shower, just as I had in the same pose Tuesday night when we got home from camping.

On Tuesday I had been pretty bueballed, not to mention tense from the antics of the other family, and had wanted to save the intensity for Mouse, but it got so overwhelming that I couldn’t help myself.  I had jerked off in a red-faced frenzy with my face into the shower curtain and my other hand holding the washcloth bar sliding me on and off the bumpy silicone pole.  I came very hard and was pretty wobbly after that.  This time was going to be different.  I told her I wouldn’t touch myself except to go to the bathroom, and since I hadn’t ever gotten off through my ass (not yet anyway) I didn’t think it would quite count since in the end I knew it would only make me hornier.

So there I was soaping myself up with a dildo bumping in and out of my ass, when Mouse opened the curtain and stepped in.  Since I was pushed up almost to the wall I don’t think she realized for a half second what was happening.  Only a second though.  She got a funny smile like she often gets whenever she catches me letting out my inner pervert and told me she figured I’d bought another toy.  After a moment she asked to see it so I slid off of it and let her look.

She said it wasn’t quite what she had in mind when she said a butt plug, which I knew of course, but it still somewhat served the purpose.  The next few minutes of the shower were kind of funny.  We seemed to take turns pulling the thing off the wall, looking at it, and sticking it back to the wall.  After the initial tee-hees died down, I started to scrub her back and legs.  She always loves this part and so do I.  It’s fun seeing her all slippery and soapy.  As I did her legs, the dildo was trying to poke me in the ear.  I tried to swallow it, but it’s not something I’m good at.  We both have pretty small mouths, so it’s not easy getting past teeth, let alone anything more.

As I stood up I got curious as far as how open I was, so I put the dildo back up in me while I continued to shower.  It went back in surprisingly easy.  Before long Mouse looked around and wondered aloud about where it went.  Not that it took her long to find my storage place.  She grabbed the base and started working it in and out of me, causing me to grunt in response.  I wondered how long it would be until she found the rest and made me her bitch someday.  Maybe not even this year.  Someday though, there’d probably be another hormone shift and she’d come up with all kinds of wild stuff.  This time I was ready.  I think.  Hell, maybe she’d want me to do the same to her.  Who knows?  I’d keep preparing things quietly for now.  No hurry.  One little piece at a time.

Now she was ready to wash my back in return.  She ran her hands all over me as I stood there, thinking about how much I wanted her.  I had a feeling this might be a little different from the usual, and I was right.  When she was finished, she took the toy and tried to work it into me again.  The shower had rinsed it and me pretty good, so it wasn’t happening.  Water by itself doesn’t make the best lube.  She stopped to find some lube, but that didn’t work either.  I suggested using whatever she found around the tub, like shampoo, but she thought that was a pretty mean thing to use.  She’s probably right.  I think I used a bit much on Tuesday.  It made me kinda crampy.  Either way, we were about done and she gave up.

She mentioned she had been thinking about me deep throating it all the way.  I made a half hearted attempt since I knew I’d never make it without more practice (or someone very dominant forcing the issue)  We were about done, so we got out and dried off.  We both knew it was getting late, so we made our way upstairs.  I brought the toy up for some future adventure and tucked it under with the other new toys, and retrieved the leather cock and balls harness, and a rubber ring.  We climbed into bed and settled a bit, and I put on the harness with the ring on my shaft.  After a while, I knew it was a sure way to give me blue balls.  I knew she couldn’t spend all her time tormenting me, so I figured I’d give her just a little help.  Mouse asked me to lotion her back.

She spread out on her stomach with her legs open.  As I put the lotion in my hand I realized I’d forgotten to remove my ring.  I tried to take it off, but it fell into the lotion in my hand.  Fooey.  It’s still sitting up there waiting for me to clean it up.  Oh well.  As the lotion worked its way into her body and friction increased, she asked me to use the oil instead.  I was more than willing since it always spreads so nice for so long, and makes her feel so warm and soft.  It made it so easy to slide my hands and arms all over her.  I worked it into her from her elbows to her ankles.

Then she said something she doesn’t say every day.  She asked me to spread some oil on her ass and make her parts feel good.  My head did a little double take inside.  I started taking pretty good size handfulls of oil and caressing her ass, legs, and back.  I let my forearms get oiled up too, and when it seemed right, I let my hands and forearm slide down between her legs, gently pressing her ass cheeks apart and sliding over her ass hole and pussy.  I could see from her movements and her face that she was enjoying what was happening.

I was also no fool.  I knew some of this was more of her plot to deliberately drive me wild and show me all the things I loved to do to her.  I didn’t care.  Give me your best shot.  I’ll love it all.  I started to work my finger tip into her ass, as I continued to circle her rosebud and slide my hands over and between her cheeks.  She told me she wanted me to use some lube, and she put a pillow under her pelvis that made her posture amazingly inviting.  I so much wanted to mount her right then and there and take her in both holes.

Before I started in with the lube, I leaned over a couple times and ran my tongue over her ass hole, and stopped to probe her inside.  I always wondered how much she enjoyed it when I rimmed her.  I knew she found it moderately pleasant sometimes, but I wasn’t sure if it went beyond that.  Someday, right in the middle of it, I wanted to giver her an ultimatum on the matter, just to see how things unfolded.  I’d tell her that this would be the last time I slid my tongue up her ass until she either demanded it or begged for it explicitly.  Which way would be her choice.  Hearing her get explicit and uninhibited in her speech, even if it sounds crude or cheesy, is more than enough reward for me and will surely give me a raging hard on as I tease her tight ring with my tongue.

I warmed some lube in my hand and slid it down the crack of her ass.  I kept at it with just my fingertip for a bit, and let other fingers slide down to her pussy lips.  She lookes so beautiful, all oily and shiny, with her ass and pussy pointing up at me, inviting me in.  I finally slid a finger up past her sphincter and back out a couple times, and returned to massaging her ass and anus.  She asked for more lube, so I got another pretty good glob and spread it on my fingers.  I let one finger back in, and used the others to massage between her legs and over her pussy lips.  I let another finger play in her pussy as I continued to move my hands over her.

Soon I had two fingers all the way in each hole, and as I massaged her, I continued to run my other hand over her back.  She backed up on all fours and told me to put my penis in her pussy.  Of course I obliged almost immediately.  I slid a finger into her ass and after a brief pause I slid myself into her pussy.  The harness really makes me flare out extra hard at the tip, and sometimes has caused her discomfort, but she must have really been ready for it because it slid in beautifully.

As I moved my dick in and out of her, I could feel my finger pressing against the head of my shaft through the walls of her anus and vagina.  I continued to add more lube, and eventually worked up to all four fingers cupping my shaft though the inside of her ass.  It not only felt great, but she was absolutely amazing to watch.  I always love to see her expose herself to me so fully, offering up every hidden place for me to explore.  She sometimes reaches back and pulls her ass open, driving me even wilder as she uses her body language to practically demand more.

She decided to roll over on her back and put her legs on my shoulders, and told me to put my dick in her ass, which gave me a little extra surge in itself.  I slid in easily, and then she gestured for me to take my hand and slide it into her pussy.  She told me to stay still in her ass and just play in her pussy.  Once again I started to feel myself through her walls.  It wasn’t quite working this time.  I thought it was too much pressure, and when I saw signs of discomfort, I gave up on that and just stuck to sliding my hand into her pussy.  She announced that she was going to enjoy an orgasm, sort of as a reminder that I wasn’t allowed, and started rubbing her clitty.  After another couple minutes of being filled and fondled, she had her fun, and I pulled out.

She was ready for the traditional washcloth, so I went to the bathroom, got all the goo off my hand which wasn’t easy, and returned with a happy warm cloth.  It all gets a little fuzzy after that.  I remember us trying to rinse off lubricant for what seemed like forever.  I got back in bed still wearing the harness and still sporting a hardon. She mentioned that tomorrow night she intended to have lots of orgasms, which I took as another little tease to remind me that I wasn’t allowed to.  I was looking forward to it  We drifted off pretty quick after that, but I think we were both pretty happy, even if I was on my way to building a good case of blue balls.

I slid my leg between hers, enjoying the feeling of her warmth on my thigh.  I wanted so much to feel those wonderful legs wrapped around me as I entered her, or perhaps around my head as I tasted her, or maybe… I needed to calm down.  No sense getting worked up for no reason.  Just relax and enjoy the moment.  I kissed her shoulder.

My other hand was trapped under me as usual.  I never seemed to get that part right.  It was high enough to pull her hair aside and caress her neck, so I did that.  I kissed her some more.

Soon she tried to roll onto her back, causing me to retreat a bit.  I continued the hug as best I could, holding her by the arm and giving occasional random kisses on her face.  After a moment, my resolve to just keep it cozy started to crack.  I began to let my hand roam over her, although I was still careful to avoid going for her pussy for now.  Every couple minutes, my hand might brush over, but that was it.  Once in a while I even managed to stop altogether, and start to drift off.  Then it would begin again.

Apparently this was a better morning, because after enough of this, she pushed my hand between her legs.  I started to lazily rub her pussy and mons, stopping occasionally to let my hand wander around her inner thighs while my forearm played across her pussy.  I slid farther under the sheets to make access easier and to allow me to randomly kiss and nibble her wonderful breasts and stomach.  She always tasted so wonderful and feld so good.  I continued to let my hand wander farter and farther, eventually from her ankles to her shoulders, frequently stopping to give attention to her pussy lips and clitty.

After a bit, I finally decided to take a chance.  I half-way sat up and announced, “I wanna use a toy on you.”  We both knew which one I meant.  It was no secret that I’d been itching to try out the G-Twist again.

“Could be fun,” she replied, a little coyly.  I needed no more invitation than that.  Her desired usually became known by little hints and half-interested sounding remarks.  I bounced up and got the toy and opened the Sex Grease.  I dribbled some over the shaft and used my finger to spread it over the bumps and the end of the toy, and applied it to her pussy lips.  “Brrr!” she exclaimed as the tip entered her. “That’s one way to get stuff to contract too much and make things painful.”  Hoping I hadn’t let my excitement ruin the moment, I resumed very slowly inserting the G-Twist into her vagina.

It slid in snugly, but without resistance.  I started working it in and out of her, watching her face for her response.  I pressed the toy toward her front wall, bending it slightly to attack her clitty slightly more aggressively.  This caused her face to twist, and I knew it was uncomfortable.  Not at all what I’d hoped for.  I eased off, thinking perhaps she just wasn’t quite ready for that yet.  After a moment I tried again, and still the twisted face.

I was through trying.  I could take a hint, but she chimed in anyway.  “You don’t need to make sure I feel the bumps.  Trust me, I feel them!”  About what I figured.  Fine. New idea. Chinese water torture of a sort.  The motion became simpler.  Straight in, and straight out.  I made the strokes as even as I could.  In my mind’s eye, I imagined the bent end of the toy giving her g-spot a good bump each time I pulled it out.  She indicated to me that more lube was needed.

I pulled it out and grabbed the bottle.  This time I put a pretty good sized glob on and pretty much painted the entire surface, even down between the bumps, with my index finger until there was an even layer of lube over the whole thing.  I slid it back into her, and she let out a little happy gasp.

I continued working the toy in and out of her, picking up the same rhythm as before and concentrating on keeping the tempo steady.  I let my free hand explore the rest of her body.  Thighs, knees, shins, ankles, up to her belly and chest, and back down again.  I was enjoying watching her pussy lips vibrating in and out as they hugged the ridges of the toy.  Her head was starting to go back and her face was starting to flush slightly, as it often did as she started to enjoy herself.  After a moment her hands started to twitch and moved down between her legs on each side of her mons.

I’d seen her like this before and it was always beautiful.  I never knew exactly what she was feeling at that moment, but I always imagined something like an itch or contraction building behind her mons, and that she was desperately trying to convince her hands not to immediately go for the clit for a quick release.

I kept at it with the rhythm.  I let my free hand wander over her curvy ass cheeks and noticed a bit of lube had started to collect there.  I let my hand play back and forth, sliding around in the lube as the G-Twist continued to excite her pussy.  Every couple of times across, I let my fingers slide a little farther between her cheeks.  It was patially curiosity to see how far the lube had gone, and partially because I was hoping it had gone far enough to let me excite even more nerves.

As I got close to sink or swim distance to her anus, the sounds she made continued to get more aroused and more satisfied with the way things were going.  I was glad for that.  Sometimes this is a bad idea for one reason or another and she lets me know by the time I get here with pretty definite body language.  Encouraged by her response, I sped up my advance.  My index finger found the opening to her anus as the rest of my hand slid along between her cheeks, still sliding the toy with the other hand.

Not wanting to rush things too much, I lightly rubbed my finger over her rear opening, not attempting to penetrate at all. I slid it over the whole area, for a bit to tease the nerves enough to want more.  Slowly, I let my finger begin to make shallow plunges into her ass, but stopping as it reached the resistence of her sphincter muscles.  She was clearly loving what she was feeling and I was in heaven.  I so much loved giving her pleasure and watching her open every part of herself to me.

After it seemed that enough lube was accumulated in her anus, I began sliding my finger up through her butt, past her muscles.  I could feel the G-Twist rubbing against my fingers through the walls of her ass and pussy.  I let my finger slide in all the way until the rest of my hand slid up to stop against her anus.  She was looking more and more far, far, away by the moment, and I was incredibly excited by the sight before me as well as by what I was feeling.

I was satisfied to work the toy in and out as I worked my finger in and out of her butt until she climaxed, expecting to jerk off like a madman as soon as she was done, when she suddenly said, “Go ahead and put that penis in me, you know you’re going to anyway.”  Admittedly, the thought was an awesome one, but it it wasn’t explicitly planned.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” I replied, although I was already reaching for the sex grease since I knew I’d just been invited.  I took a good amount of Sex Grease and stroked myself a few times with it.  The contact almost made me jump and made me realise just how much I really did want to get into her.  I took my hand covered in lube and put it between her ass cheeks and probed her a little more.

I used my arms to lift her legs.  Knowing what I was up to, she reached for a pillow to slide under her butt.  Hooking her knees with my elbows, I moved myself up to her opening and slowly began to enter her.  I was horny enough at this point to impale her with one swift thrust, but that would have more than ruined the moment, and she’d probably walk funny for a while, not to mention be justifiably pissed.  A kinky thought quickly flashed through my head that if that happened she’d just get even.  I dismissed it just as quickly.  Not likely.  At least not like that.

With each slow easy stroke, she took more of me into her anus.  Soon my belly contacted the end of the toy which was still deep in her pussy.  I pressed further, knowing it would give her some double penetration movement.  I noticed her head was back and her moth was open, eyes closed.  Her face was flushed red and her muscled seemed to dance as she cupped her clit with one of her hands.  I told her how wonderfully beautiful she looked at times like this as I continued sliding the entire length of my shaft up and down in her ass as my belly insistenly bumped the toy at her clitty.

This went on for a few minutes.  Longer than normal.  I understand how intense it can be, and I have a hard time myself resisting an orgasm when I’m taken like that.  Finally, I felt my groin start to convulse and all of my muscles from my neck and chest to my toes megan to tense as I continued to gaze at the wonderful ecstatic look on her face.

Suddenly I could feel myself unloading everything I had into her bowels.  I spasmed again and again, totally entralled by the intimacy of the moment.

She smiled.  I smiled.  I got up to clean the toy, myself, and supply her with a “warm wet washcloth.”  It’s her favorite thing to calm a tormented pussy after some intense sex.  What an awesome way to start the day!

I’m also very drunk. Molson XXX can be mean. Poofle.