Frenetic

I immensely enjoyed getting ready for our little party last night.

I came out of the shower with my hair pulled up and twisted in a hair clip.

J was sitting on the bed, reading something.

I dropped my towel.

His eyes move over my naked body, appreciatively. I love that he enjoys watching me get dressed, undressed, or sometimes, just lying next to me, my body naked or partially costumed.

Garters, hosiery, bra.... and I'm bent over the dresser with him fucking me from behind. No time to put on the requisite black dress. Or shoes. I lean over and spread my legs as far as I can, standing on tip toes to allow him his perfect target. He thrusts into me hard and I grip the edge of the dresser for balance. His hands pull my hips into him, his balls slapping hard against my clit.

And then he is pushing me off of him and I am pushing him onto the bed, dropping to my knees and taking his glistening cock into my mouth. Licking my juices off in a fevered pace, pulling precum to the head, bending it forward at an angle to make it perfect to suck all the juice out of his glorious cock.

I stop long enough to put on my dress and am going for the heels when I hear his low growl.

"Get on the bed."

He is standing naked, his hard cock in his fist. Stroking it hard enough to have created so much precum you can hear it across the room. The sound makes my mouth water. Literally. I begin licking my lips as I watch his flying fist.

I scramble to the bed on my hands and knees. I know that is the position he wants me in, otherwise he would have said lie down, right? Right.

Then he is behind me and I am actually fucking back against him, as he guides me with one hand on the front of my thigh and the fingers of his other hand pulling gently on my ring and dancing lightly on the head of my clit. I buck back against him and then I feel it.

Soft leather, cold steel. Then a "thud" as the falls hit my ass.

I tell him no. He laughs.

I shake my head at him. I tell him no again as he strikes me and fucks me.

He's not getting it.

"Drop the flogger, you're warming the handle" I practically scream.

He lets out a roaring laugh and drops the flogger onto the bed next to him.

I slide back against his lap, his cock buried deep inside me. For a few minutes I gyrate and roll my hips. Then turning in one fluid motion I am off him and taking his cock back in my mouth.

Effortlessly he holds the falls of the flogger and slides the cold steel of the handle against my pussy lips. The cold makes me moan, reverberating along the head of his cock.

He passes the flogger to me as if it were a racing baton, and I slide the cold handle down across the piercing and my clit, through the furls of glossy flesh before placing the mushroom head in position, ready to enter me.

My senses wait for the sign. The cold is piercing and wonderful.

He grabs my hair and I let go of his cock.

There it is.

The flogger slides into me, the cold making me jump.

He fucks my mouth, fast and hard. My lips curl into a smile as he floods my mouth.

The flogger is no longer cold, but smoldering as I fuck myself with it.

He leans down and flicks his tongue against my clit and I'm lost.

Once recovered, sweat glowing on our naked flesh, we look at the clock and laugh.

It's 9:30 PM.

The night is young.