did take me out, but that’s too complicated to go into now, perhaps later at
another session. The last thing he did Saturday night was probably the most
physically intense. He tied me to the 4 corners of my bed. Then he blindfolded
me. I had images of being tit-fucked again or of taking him in my mouth while he
held me down, of all kinds of things. He gave me a massage. At least it began as
a massage. Then it kind of evolved into something else. He stopped kneading my
muscles as much as he titilated my skin. He spend several minutes running his
hands up my thighs and down my stomach until I was ready to beg him to touch my
pussy, screw me, touch me, anything. Then he disappeared for a couple of
minutes. The next thing I felt, remember I was blindfolded, was him putting a
warm wash cloth over my sex. I knew what he was doing when he began to lather it
up. He told me that I needed to be very still and then began to shave my pubic
hair away. Now my husband and I engage in oral and anal sex, though normally
inside, so it wasn’t as if any of the specific acts were new to me. Shaving
myself isn’t something I’ve had to do or wanted to do for that matter. Somehow,
it felt forbidden and deliciously sexy to have him do it this way. He certainly
took his time over it, and while I suspect he wasn’t ever using the razor on me
while he did it, he did rub my clit a lot while reminding me that I needed to
stay still while he shaved me. That was fairly intense. When he was done, he used
a wet cloth to clean off the last of the soap. Then he went down on me, and down
on me and down on me. I lost count of how many times he made me come. When he
stopped, he put some baby oil on my newly shaved pussy. That’s when I felt there
was something he was hiding. After he oiled me, he used his fingers on me and
started me coming again. Then, I swear, he tried to see how long he could make
me come. He used his tongue, his fingers, his prick, then started over with his
tongue. He did it so long that I couldn’t catch my breath. When he untied me, I
was dizzy. He had to help me to the bathroom. He wouldn’t let me take off the
blindfold right away, but I did feel that he’d left a patch of fuzz on the upper
right hand side of my pubic hair. It wasn’t until I’d spend another night just
like the last one (I did make him come three times, once in each aperture as he
called it) coming maybe a dozen separate times myself that I got to see myself in
the light. I kept that heart shaped pubic patch for a couple of months after
that. Oh, look at the time. I’ve got to be going. I must say I enjoyed this
more than I thought. What? Oh, yes, I do re-do the heart from time to time…
