The Beautiful Kind

Another guest post by The Wild Woman. BDSM, baby. Of COURSE it’s true….

I wait for him, following his instruction. Toys laid out perfectly, candles lighting my apartment, me in the middle of my bed… face down, arms stretched above my head in the diving position, ass in the air, completely nude. I don’t know how long I wait there, it could be minutes, could be hours.

Waiting.

Trying hard to clear my mind, prepare myself for whatever he has in store. Waiting. Sometimes the pleasure comes first, other times the pain. Which would it be tonight? At times, he takes me over the edge with pain and bring me back to my center with pleasure. Other times he takes me over the edge with pleasure, return me to my center with pain. He’s very careful with my balance. What will it be tonight?

At last, the door opens. The wood floorboards creak as he walks through my living room. Butterflies in my stomach turn to knots. I can feel him at my bedroom door, watching me. The muscles in my round ass contract and release, as if preparing for the blows. My sex throbbing, getting moist… as if his mere presence is foreplay.

Waiting.

The creak of the door jam as he goes from a leaning to standing position. Heavy, slow steps toward my bed. I feel his hands on each side of my ass.

Waiting.

He spreads me, the cool air invading the warm, dark crevice.

Waiting.

With one sudden motion, he buries his tongue deep in my tight, musty hole. I gasp. His mouth on my ass makes me feel dirty, embarrassed. He is thrusting his tongue deep inside of me, pulling me apart with his hands. I can feel the wetness as it trickles down my leg.

Then, as sudden as it began, it ends.

To be continued…

(yeah, I’m gonna make you wait too, bitch.)