Puddle

 

 Saturday was our play party ............ and W and i had an amazing session - W actually found a limit of mine and pushed it... and I was flying with my fairies and really didn't give a damn............

UNTIL

it was over............ then I cared.. oh yeah I cared ...... A LOT!!!!  I might have even blushed.

AND...

I had no intention of talking about here........... except W got that tone in his voice when I said I wasn't gonna blog about it.. you know the tone.. THE tone...W said "of course you will blog about it"........ so I kinda fussed about it all day - trying to find a discrete way of writing it out... a generic way of putting it so it wasn't blunt - in your face - sort of blog entry.

EXCEPT

There just isn't any generic way of putting it.... 

SO

I am gonna close my eyes - write it out - hit publish and never look at it again.. then I can pretend it never happened right??? 

(well it works in "my world"!!!)

W had me up on this weird sort of form........ waffled aluminum I think... and was flogging away ... using all manner of toys... especially the whips (have I told you how much I LOVE the whips??) 

And I was flying ........ having had a couple of small orgasms from the pain.. 

When I felt W stand close to me.. felt his hand sliding between my legs.. pushing my thong to the side.. felt his fingers sliding into me... and I just didn't care.. oh I wanted to feel filled - I wanted to have an orgasm with W inside me (so to speak) and I did... a sorta little one.. Then I tried to wiggle away - push his fingers out of me... but it didn't work and before I knew it.. W was going at me again.. bringing another orgasm to the very edge... and then it just exploded out of me...... but worse than that... I squirted... I felt it coming and there was nothing I could do.......... 

The next thing I knew I was standing in a puddle of my cum.......... I could smell it and feel it... and I got to spend the rest of the evening/party waddling around with a pair of soaking wet thongs.... 

Oooooooooops there goes a hard limit - dissolving in a puddle.

(hitting publish  - eyes shut tight)