Between My Sheets

I spent yesterday evening with V. Made dinner, just generally hung around. Oh, and I helped him put together a bookcase. That was a riot, and by riot, I mean horrible pain in the ass. We’ve discovered that we deal very differently when things like that piss us off. Namely, V has to walk away before he smashes something, and I have to keep working because I can’t let the darn thing best me. In any case, we got it up and it looks great.

I went over to V’s knowing that I had work to do at home, so I couldn’t stay all night. I at least wanted to get up this morning and do some work. V aske how late I could stay. Originally, in my head, I was thinking midnight, but it was already 12:30! I finally settled on 2:00. Yes, I’m a night owl and usually up until around 4:00 AM, so I knew that I’d still have time for a solid two hours of work when I got home.

We got caught up in video games (we’re dorks, whatever), and around 1:45, he hinted that it was a shame we lost track of time. I mentioned that maybe I’d stay a tiny bit longer if he made it worth my while.

Fast forward about a half hour or so and I’m restrained with door jam cuffs, blindfolded, and gagged…oh, and with a bullet vibe in me. On high. Well, it felt like high at least.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I mumbled through the gag, which made him laugh and hit me even harder with that damn crop. He had already let me get him off with my mouth, so now he was just having fun.

Let’s just say this too - my nipples are extreeeeeeemely sensitive. But I’m getting better at taking pain, especially since I know how much V likes to use the clamps. He does a really good job of redirecting the feeling elsewhere, which makes it easier to take. Damn, they sting coming off though.

I’m not always the easiest girl to make orgasm. I get super wet right away, but you have to hit juuuuust the right spots to make me cum, and to this day, I’ve never cum as hard with another person as I have on my own. Last night, tied there, I knew it would be hard to cum, but I also knew V would want it. You know what eventually set me over the edge? After all the pain, the whips and crops and clamps and little spikey roller thing…he got very, very close to me and fingered me himself. It was that closeness…I could feel him, I wanted to kiss him and hold onto him. And then, he bit me. On the shoulder. Hard. And I came, also very hard.

What came afterward, I didn’t have in mind either. As soon as he let me go, I was like a magnet to him. I just hugged him and felt like clinging to him all night. He held me in his arms and didn’t seem to mind that I needed him. I’ve never really needed someone like that before, not even with D. It wasn’t long after that I really did have to go, and driving home was horrible. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I just felt really sick about not being there in his arms. I wish I wouldn’t have left. By the time I got home, I was this blubbering fool. I mean, I’ve felt sub drop before, but not like that.

To be honest, I still feel all weird, a day later. I’m supposed to go over there tonight for drinks, but I’m afraid he won’t want me there acting like this. So we’ll see, I guess.