“You might get into the voting booth, but you won’t be casting a ballot.”
That’s what my Belle Fille said to me this morning as I suckled her breast and fingered her snatch. She had let me out Friday night so the penis was perky and expectational.
But I jump ahead. It occurs to me that I haven’t posted much about our sex life recently, so I’m going to play catch up now.
About midway through January, Belle let me come. I had just been let out for “cleaning and maintenance” and she was going to tease me with a hand job. The hand job started and I was rapidly taken to the edge and she just never stopped. It wasn’t an accident. She wanted me to come. Then she wanted me to put the Steelheart back on. I wasn’t even out for half the day, but I did get cleaned out.
The next weekend, she treated me to two of her orgasms, one brought about with my fingers and the other with my mouth. Both left me hot and bothered since the one orgasm didn’t lessen my desire too much. If anything, it left it somewhat sharper.
Then she got sick. Stomach thing. Not fun. But I whined on Friday and she, in her weakened condition, let me out. Two uninterrupted nights of sleeping followed by a lazy Sunday morning adventure in bed.
So, as I was saying, I was fingering her and sucking her tits and generally enjoying her body and the penis was very pert and attentive beside her. After she came, she invited me in for the first time this year and I leapt at the opportunity. I had the heavy barbell in the PA and could feel it move and turn in the piercing as the end of the penis came almost all the way out and then as deep as it could back in. I fucked her not like the frustrated lizard I used to be, but like the tamed bunny I am. Gently and gratefully. Enjoying the exquisite sensations of the folds of her pussy caressing the penis shaft, but not forgetting that this was a gift from her to me. It’s different when I know I can come. Then the lizard takes over. But this was not that. So I kissed her mouth and cradled her head and fucked her like I could break her if I got too carried away.
“That’s it, Thumper. Time to come out.” How long had that been? No idea. God, I wanted to come. Fuck, I wanted to stay inside her.
I thanked her and embraced her and flexed the denied penis one more time while it was still surrounded by her. Then I withdrew and fell back beside her. The penis, still thick with desire and slick from her juices, slapped wetly agains my leg. I gripped it. Squeezed it. Pushed my baser instincts back into their cave.
“I want you back in by the end of the day.”
And so I am.
2 thoughts on “Yeah, but what about the sex?”
I have no desire to sound…
condescending, it’s just never attractive or friendly so with being said, can I just tell you,
I love that Belle popped you out, popped you off, and popped you right back again because that is what she wanted to do.
I know mutuality is key, blah blah blah but that is how chastity looks in my head.
When I read about her controlling the
“Yes, you will orgasm right now” just as much as the
“No, you will not orgasm right now” it is really inspiring and hot.
You are a very lucky lil locked up bunny.
This is so sweet, so thoughtful, and so beautiful… oh, and hot. Really hot.
You’ve turned me on to the idea of chastity (or at least, orgasm control) in ways I’d never thought of. Your words about your wife are touching and immeasurably beautiful. I want that!