in medias connubium

I continue to be that girl who, in a gay bar, gets hit on by the bisexual boy with the jealous boyfriend. Ouch.

And the not-my-type girl…

Ah well.

he fell off the bed. But it was the best.

I woke up in a kind of horny mood this morning. The Russian and I have been having a lot of dates lately, and instead of making me satiated, I just want him more and more.

When he texted to tell me he was on the way over, I texted back, “I’m in an interesting mood this morning…”

Then I put a note on the door of my bedroom “take your clothes off first,” shut the door behind me and got dressed in a fishnet body-stocking. I lay on my bed, reading a book—but I put it on the floor when I heard him taking off his belt outside my room. He walked in, gloriously naked—I was laying on my back, with the crop lying next to me.

I put his cock in my mouth as he rubbed his hands up and down my body. He sucked in his breath, and picked up the crop and started tracing it all over me. He slapped me, experimentally, and then harder—on the legs, mostly, but a little bit on the ass. He parted my legs and slapped my clit a bit with the tip. I sucked his cock in harder.

After a few minutes, he pushed me forward on the bed, rolled me on my side and got behind me. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing into me, and I opened my legs wider. He started fucking me hard in that way he does that almost hurts but in a good way. A really, really good way.

From that point on, I’m not exactly sure what happened. We were writhing around, and when I heard him getting ready to come, I looked over my shoulder and noticed he was halfway off the bed. He came, hard, and as soon as he let go of me, he fell onto the floor, completely. There was a split second where I thought he might be able to regain his balance, but it wasn’t possible. When he stood up, his cock was still so hard I wanted to take a picture, to remember the moment.

We laughed, and cuddled, and then he told me that he didn’t want me to watch him cook today, that he was making me a surprise for breakfast. I got dressed, and he called me in when he was ready, laughing as he showed me two eggs, sunny-side up, made to look like a face, with smiles of red pepper and eyes of onion. He was so pleased with himself, it made me love him more.

Later, after he’d left my place to go to work, he texted me again, “Today will be marked as the first day I fell off a bed while fucking…must be the crop.” I smiled again at the memory.