The day started out unseasonably hot, so much so that the morning medicinal cum injection was administered in the shower. Well it started there... it was one of those times that we all have during sex... they zig while you zag. In this case His arse kept colliding with the shower door, while one small slave's breast kept getting mashed up against the glass wall. It ended when one was ordered into the bedroom and unceremoniously shoved arse up on the bed while He finished off. In fact it was how one was left as He wandered off to do other things.
That was just mean He said emerging from the study
What was?
What you wrote. I'm not selfish... just focused.
Umm... you mean self absorbed...
I prefer focused
... on your own needs
We went to breakfast squabbling playfully over His misuse of the English language.
Hours later, having been picked up from work, we were huddled in the bedroom with the air-con on catching up on Chuck. The evening was so warm we actually carted our dinner and desert in there, and even with the air-con on our ice-cream was only just firm. It hit 34C (about 94F for our American friends) today with humidity in the region of about 83% and it is only spring L Afterwards, as one lay there thinking that ice-cream is better in winter while the cat battered the back door down to remind us its needs hadn't been attended to, He turned around and said well I think I'm done for the night.
How's your arse He said casually.
Are you asking how it is or are you asking if it has recovered from this morning's medicinal reaming?
Has it He replied.
No, since you are so interested in its wellbeing, it is a bit tender.
OK I'll use your cunt then.
Um... stuffed to the gills with dinner and feeling seriously unsexy here
Climb on I want to cum before I go to sleep.
So while feeling like a human fleshlight as one was slid up and down on His hard on with his hands firmly guiding one's hips, two thoughts scampered across the mind...
First that turning off the air-con before we started might have been an error on ones part and that...
He wasn't exactly making his case for unselfish behaviour at all...
8 comments:
What would possess you to shut off the air-con?
And here I thought that maybe you had taken vixen up on her suggestion...With pics.
I'm under the impression that mistah mastah wasn't really trying to make "his" case in either direction.
Generally we don't sleep with it on and opening the window makes enough noise to wake both the dead and Him. So it was done before... in hindsight straight after the orgasm would have been smarter.
Oh please Dina, He's Scorpio... everything is about winning :)
*snort* Oooo a yummy sweaty picture of you on your knees, hands down, head down, recovering.... ok.. there's a pic idea for him *grin*
As long as it isn't "winning" Charlie Sheen style, I'm sure. ;)
However, it looks to me as though he is, indeed, winning, since he gets what he wants while you are getting little to no sympathy. :p
S y m p a t h y... what is this word you speak of?
P r e c i s e l y. :D
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