Special LoversMay 20, 2012
DH is gone for the long weekend. I’m going out to the local fetish dance party tonight with one of my lovers.
This irritates me because I want to get laid before we hit the club so I can come. Not after when I’ve had a few beers and enough adrenaline in me to throw of my climax-meter.
There’s something special about finding that relationship built on really, really mind-blowing sex. The type of sex that causes a Pavlovian pussy clench response when I start receiving text messages weeks later to plan another date. It’s worth treasuring. I hope everyone gets to experience pussy-clenching, cock-throbbing associative relationships at some point in their lives. It’s better than drugs. It is a drug.
I’m ready to go. I have my over night bag packed; corset, fishnets, condoms and pump-bottle of lube included. My hair and nails done and a recent bikini wax, to boot.
If hubby was here I could sit on his face awhile to kill time.
Waiting, like this, is torture.