Bachelorette

We decided to keep porn names. An evening full of names that we would refer to in secret emails and sneaky texts.

I was Rachel Slimbuttocks. M  was Sally ClitQueen. We were on a high. There was purple, pink and red splashed across the large hotel suite. Needless porn and countless drinks later we waited for the morning.

M, usually the sober one, suggested we play touch-touch. I laughed it off. Most of the gang was asleep and I didnt want dark circles before the big day. She creeped over to tickle me in that sensual manner. The way she did all evening.

And then she started removing her overalls. She was the one with the baggy clothes and the kinky tastes. I dont care about Victoria’s secret, but M, had plenty of them. We never knew that underneath those jerseys and the tomboyish one liners was this sex bomb. Her curves dipped right where they had to. She wore a bedsheet and walked across the room towards a bikini clad bride. We all wore lace that day. We were wet, drunk and hoping for some mind numbing fun.

M played around the clavicle. Licked the neck and giggled like a teenager waiting to be fucked. She gave all the signs. Dropped champagne carelessly. Played butt press on my lap. Tickled my thighs. That blurry eyed moment was enough to keep me interested. I was confused, but got attracted to the thought of a girl on girl wild ride. Just when we were done with caressing our twins, she started to lick and moan. I reacted to those sounds and felt her hips. Those fucking hot curves.

I pushed her to the bed and did what any man would do to her. Her throbbing body wanted me to kiss her. I bit her. There was the casual moan and then the quick sound of pain. I lunged for her hair and pulled her towards me.The growing lust in her eyes and I let my fingers roam her insides. I loved being in control of this object. That’s what she was. My object. MY object. MY ultimate fantasy. I tied her up and pushed another one into her. The moans were louder. The legs started moving in resistance. I pushed them part and inserted some more. Occasionally, I would pound into her. I sat like a sadist, watching this beautiful animal move, moan, throb and beg for pleasure. She was my slave for this moment. I was her man. I missed having a cock, I wanted to be erect, I wanted blood to rush down there. I wasnt going to let go. When I tried to remove myself, she pushed deeper, pulled me closer and bit my nipples.

I went down there to sniff her. After some hesitation I gave in to the lust and bit her. After a deep long taste of her whites on my tongue, I turned over. And then we both moved in rhythm. It was a perfect pose. The music was apt. We lapped up the luxuries and the nonchalance of the night. We created sounds we didnt know existed. We blurred the line between control, fantasy and violence.  We both savoured the delights of our caves and cried in pleasure. We had a method in place. Tongue, finger, fingers, pound, moan. Repeat.

We squeezed and played and ended the night with some vibrators and intense kissing.

I got married the next morning. I am waiting to gain control again. Someday maybe.

~ by lonelyeyes on March 2, 2010.