I went out for drinks after work last night with a client and a coworker. I don’t normally drink, but I’ve discovered I like whiskey and ginger ale. It’s caller a Big Whiskey in these parts, though I’ve found not all bartenders have heard of it. Also, I’ve found I like it with Johnny Walker Black. Nice and smooth. Buttery, even. Mmmm.
Yeah, so I don’t normally drink, but I managed to get one down before anyone else showed up and was well on my way to number three before the entire group arrived. The appetizers helped me get my wits back together so I stopped at three. I was in good shape by the time we broke up, but feeling very sleepy. Since, you know, I’m a lightweight.
When I got home, Belle was working on a presentation for work in bed so I zoned watching stupid TV until she was done. Once the lights were out, I pretty much was too, but she decided to have a little conversation. I can’t remember what prompted it, but she mentioned something about maybe leaving me in a device all the time. I pointed out that I’m pretty much in a device all the time now, but she said she was talking about forever. Like, I wouldn’t get out again. She reminded me of my last post and I, sleepily, reminded her that not coming ever again and not ever getting out of chastity ever again are really different things. I admit that I would rather be locked up than not and don’t feel right if some kind of steel isn’t between my legs, but I still like getting out once every week or so. I mean, it’d be such a waste now that I’ve become so good at not coming when she fucks me. Anyway, it didn’t get much further than that. I fell asleep.
Speaking of fucking, I got some of that over the weekend. She let me out Sunday morning but didn’t use the penis for her pleasure opting instead to come from my fingers. After, though, she let me fuck her. I was able to go for quite a while and, at least this time around, never got close to coming. I did want to. I told Belle I felt like I wanted to come.
“No you don’t,” she said.
No, I didn’t. But did at the same time. She mentioned that I should be entered in some kind of chastity Olympic stamina event, I was fucking her so long. Eventually, she told me it was time to end. I wanted to keep going forever, but no. She left me out the rest of the day and all that night. The next day, she put me in the Jail Bird.
I wanted to go in the Looker again and told her that if she would rather, I’d be happy to put that one on instead. There was a time that she didn’t like the JB as much. She reminded me that I didn’t get to decide which device I was in and said she like the JB just fine. So that’s what I’m in.
This morning, as I was getting back from the gym, she was just pulling out of the garage. I gave her a kiss through her car’s window and had one of those bolt from the blue moments I just never had when I was coming whenever I wanted. With her soft lips on mine, I was aware of her whole body and craved every bit of it. In just a few lingering seconds, I felt a jolt of electricity jump from my crotch, through our kiss, down to her snatch, and all the way back. I wanted to jack off badly but had to be content with tending the porn farm. Funnily enough, I found myself selecting a large number of images involving pussies. They were all so fascinating. Afterward, as I was getting into the shower to not jack off, I found my nuts slick with clear leakage from the penis. Even after the shower and after I dried off, it was still coming out.
So, you know, everything’s great here.
I wonder if it’s the time of year, or maybe just a matter of the number of cycles you go through where you find yourself; a) craving the feel of being locked up, b) thinking about ways to please your mate sexually and c) staying on the edge w/o coming forever. Recently I have found that I would rather be edged and never come then just about anything else. I love that moment when everything is tingling and you can feel your balls start to tighten up, then stopping everything until the moment passes and doing it all over again. Thumper, it seems like you have mastered the ultimate edge….I don’t know how you do it….once I’m inside I can’t seem to stop at the edge….and that makes me think about being locked up indefinitely….but unfortunately, my job requires international travel and that makes things dicey..LOL.
I love reading about your exploits….it’s really cool that you share this stuff…Belle must be quite a woman! Cheers, JustPlaying
I think most places just call it a whiskey ginger.
Maybe it’s a regional thing.
It’s an iconic Canadian drink… Rye and Ginger.
Found a reference. Must be a local name? Dunno. http://blogs.citypages.com/food/2008/05/drink_of_the_we_2.php
Indeed up here in the Great White North, we call it Rye and Ginger. It is delicious!
You best keep tabs on the things you agree to with your lovely Belle after having a few of these.. the ol’ “Be Careful What You Wish For”. 😛
I’m a day early but will be disconnected tomorrow, so…
HAPPY THANKSGIVING to you and your lovely Belle Fille and your family!
🙂
~bunny