Perverse, Exploding, Inevitable

This really happened. What a Time.

We'd finished our gig, packed our bags and gone in search of takeaway chinese Tofu...I've always liked the time we spend together - its a trip that's for sure. We've never quite worked how it is that we've come to get together when we do, but it's magnetic, pheromonal and so fucking illicitly kinky...

But back to this night in the East of The City - the height of summer, sweaty, humid - weather that meant my nipples were visible through my shirt ( I never wear bras these days you see) and even though I could tell you were trying not to look, i could tell you were distracted by them every so often, so often...

Whilst we were chatting queuing in traffic, your hand would work its way up my thigh, bare-skinned in my shorts, or your fingers would find their way to the curve of my neck where you would absentmindedly caress me whilst talking about the days music choices, bands...all whilst we were both getting increasingly pent up. It's only meant to be a 20 minute drive...we'll relax properly soon...

Only we took a wrong turning and ended up effectively edging each other by driving round the back streets trying to find our way back...frustration and the navigation and frustration at not being able to release the pressure that was building between both our legs...until our mutual horniness sat hunched, almost in physical form, like a passenger on the back seat.

We made it back eventually - ravenous for food and each other. We ate each other with our eyes whilst finishing our midnight meal...ready for the main course of each others bodies and minds...I know how you love to be controlled.

It's so wrong but so right the way this feels with you - though it's not always been easy - you're right I did need to grow up a bit - we both did - learn the control and discipline that it takes to follow the ritual and the dance of my domination and your submission - step by step, inch by inch - it's got to the point where just a look in the right way will have you on your knees willing to serve and worship.

It was at the point that you mentioned how you wanted to worship me - the fascination with my gender-fuckery - you want to suck my dick do you....well which one I said. My strap or the one I've grown myself over the past year or so...it's been quite some time since I've let you put your mouth there. Your eyes widened in aroused surprise. I'll show you, seeing as you've been so obedient.

You knelt, as I instructed, eye level with my crotch as I unbuttoned by trousers and unzipped, my disposition and posture immediately becoming more masculine as I did so. Between my legs and amongst the hair of my bush - clearly visible due to its hardness - my clit, T-dick - or as I've heard you call it since: clit-cock. You stared transfixed and begged to taste. I let you touch to begin with: your fingertips gentle and exploratory. I relaxed into the rhythm of your rubbing - the fine detail of your movements - you always were good with your hands - like the tuning of the bass and the treble of a good track - a mixing desk of moans, an audience of two, playing with each other.

You'd impressed me with your care and attention to my dick - being hard and wet at the same time is quite the sensation. I rolled lazily, languidly onto my front and without even a word you knew exactly where to put your tongue - where did you learn to rim like that?! So obedient...so well trained, my good slut.

You can have too much of a good thing, so to remind you of your place i put you under me and rode your face, using your mouth and coming as much as I liked - my dick throbbing with each orgasm whilst you got harder and harder with no release...will I ruin you or let you come eventually, I still hadn't decided -- but then again...

I can be a greedy bastard and anyway you're my sub so I can take what I want I suppose, and making someone come when they've been pent up for days is always fun. You have to be cruel to be kind sometimes. What's more I'm a show off and I know what I'm good at. No gag reflex to speak of and a lot of stamina I guess...

So I went to town on you for the full length of John Martyn's cover of Glory Box - building gently, technically, tantalisingly - teasing and teaching you a lesson all at once. Taking you all in, toying with you till you were right on the edge...and still keeping going until you came, growling and shaking as I took you all in. Head-spinning and euphoric. Perverse. Exploding. Inevitable.