Remy's Lust ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blue Balls I’m sorry it’s been so long for an update. In my day job, this time of year is really busy. I met her for dinner at a hotel restaurant in the city. She didn’t come for the fancy food, but it certainly wasn’t a lowlight. She wore a blue dress with sequins all down it that cut up along her right leg revealing the top of her lacy nylons. She orders the lamb. In retrospect, I shouldn't have ordered the lion. “You are going to do whatever I want right?” It’s the first time she’s making this deal with me. I explained to her that if she makes this deal with me, its anything goes. If she stops me I’ll be very disappointed. In fact, I can’t even promise we’ll be able to stop. “What does that mean?” she asks. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.” And I mean that. I don’t make promises to women before I act them out on them. Either they want me to do something, or I want to do something to them. Part of my fun is not telling them what is going to happen until it’s too late. I am planning on taking my necktie and putting it around her neck as I pull it tight as I rock in and out of her ass. Then I’ll pull her to me and have her finish me in her mouth. I listen to women. She talks about what she likes. This is something she wants. And trust me, I won’t mind. I want her to close her teeth right in front of my penis as I cum so that the semen drips down her cheeks and I pull her hard against my dick with my tie. Then I will spank her until I get hard again. I will kneel on the bed with my shins underneath my legs as she gets me hard again. Then I will stand up and slap her face a few times with my cock until she begs me to put it in her. Then I would start doing requests. I brought toys. I bought wine. I brought my adventure. I brought over a pair of panties I wanted her to wear that had her name on it. It was a gift. I want all of this. She wants all of this. But it goes a bit differently. She got scared. “I don’t know if I could do this.” “Then back out now.” Don’t back out now. I wanted her. I already jerked off in the room upstairs so I could last longer tonight. I shaved my pubic hair to make it neat for her. I picked my clothes just for her. I wore my tight boxer briefs and pushed my penis to the side so when I walked around in my underwear she could see me getting hard. “Can we do this another time?” I feel like the salesman at the dealership when the wife wants to talk it over with her husband. She shouldn’t have come in the first place, or she’s just prolonging the inevitable. Either way it spells a night alone with my penis in my hand watch soft core on the hotel TV. She left. She picked up the dinner, which I gladly would have done, and told me that that night just wasn’t right. I didn’t mean to scare her off. But I know she’ll be back.
We’re on for Friday. 3:10 p.m. - 2005-12-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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