Monday, July 11, 2005
Pump It Up!
The King and I went away for the weekend for a wedding. This required staying in a hotel room. As I said, I love hotel sex, but I guess even I underestimated its effects.
Before I moved in April, the King and I had been living with my parents, in separate rooms. Before that, I had been living in another province. It seemed it was feast or famine for us. While I lived away, our periodic weekends together were always fun and satisfying, if not exciting. After spending nearly 24/7 together for a few months, this passion turned into... practically nothing.
Since I moved away (again), we've been having a hard time getting to where we once were. There have been some weekends that have been completely sex-less, which is almost unthinkable to me. However, over the past two weeks, things have improved.
We arrived at the hotel Saturday afternoon. We still had about an hour before the wedding, so we met my parents at the hotel bar for a drink. The King had a beer, and I had a rum and coke. My parents soon found a video lottery machine to waste time and money on, while we drank our drinks and watched CNN on the bar TV. As the King drank his last few gulps of beer, we said "We should go back up to the room". I knew in an instant what he meant. I usually nurse my drinks, but I finished the last half of my glass in about 3 gulps. I don't even remember if I told my parents where we were going, but we were gone. On the ride up the elevator, I got that feeling again. The feeling I used to get when I was 12 years old, and I boy held my hand.
We got into the room, and we both nervously milled about. I don't know why we were inhibited. Maybe we were waited for someone to make a move. I was starting to think he actually just wanted to go up to the room to for some reason other than sex, but I couldn't be that far off, right?
I stood at the end of the bed, rummaging through my purse for the hotel key. The King stood behind me, and I could feel something poking me in the small of my back. I stuck my bum out a bit to push it against him. He let out a little moan, and pushed my back over so I was leaning over the bed. "Perfect" he said. We have been plagued by too low or too high beds when it comes to doggy style. It's like Goldilocks and the 3 little bears, only one of the bears is pumping Goldilocks from behind. Or something.
Where was I?
Right. The sex..
I half laid on the bed, my dress over my hips, and my underwear down to my ankles. The King stopped suddenly, and I said, is that it? In hindsight, that's probably not what most men want to hear, but nevertheless, I was curious about the sudden end to our fun. He said "we have to go". He was right. If we continued much longer, I'd either get a call on my cell, or a knock on the door. Either one wouldn't be pleasant.
Yet, he stood in from of me, pants off, dress shirt unbuttoned, and with a raging erection. He looked at me and I looked at him. I bent down and through my usual technique of slow, teasing strokes out the window, and gave him the most efficient blow job known to man. As he came, he moaned "be careful for your dress".
Not a drop was spilled.
Fast forward to that evening. We decided to skip out on the reception to walk downtown in search for a good bar. Our first stop, however, was a sex shop. We looked around at the merchandise. There was your usual fare of vibes, dildos, lingerie, and bachelor party type toys. Then, the King found this. I had never seen anything like that before, and I thought it would be great to try out. Most of my toys are somewhat vaginally-focused, so this would round out my pleasure chest nicely. It's something the King could enjoy as well. He is definitely a breast man, and loves playing with mine. I don't mind telling you I don't mind him playing with them either.
Essentially, the little pumps work with the same physics as a turkey baster, I suppose. They suck the nipple up, and then you can place these little rubber bands over your nipples, sort of like a cock ring. They are very fun to play with, and are great foreplay. My nipples turned purple after a few minutes, though, which was a little freaky, yet, it was well worth it.
After a while of playing with these, I was fairly aroused. Yet, when I looked over to the King, he was fast asleep. I (as does he) blame the liquor. I woke him up so he could get changed, and as we laid in bed and cuddle, he whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry.". I whispered back "You can make it up to me in the morning."
.....and he did.
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Before I moved in April, the King and I had been living with my parents, in separate rooms. Before that, I had been living in another province. It seemed it was feast or famine for us. While I lived away, our periodic weekends together were always fun and satisfying, if not exciting. After spending nearly 24/7 together for a few months, this passion turned into... practically nothing.
Since I moved away (again), we've been having a hard time getting to where we once were. There have been some weekends that have been completely sex-less, which is almost unthinkable to me. However, over the past two weeks, things have improved.
We arrived at the hotel Saturday afternoon. We still had about an hour before the wedding, so we met my parents at the hotel bar for a drink. The King had a beer, and I had a rum and coke. My parents soon found a video lottery machine to waste time and money on, while we drank our drinks and watched CNN on the bar TV. As the King drank his last few gulps of beer, we said "We should go back up to the room". I knew in an instant what he meant. I usually nurse my drinks, but I finished the last half of my glass in about 3 gulps. I don't even remember if I told my parents where we were going, but we were gone. On the ride up the elevator, I got that feeling again. The feeling I used to get when I was 12 years old, and I boy held my hand.
We got into the room, and we both nervously milled about. I don't know why we were inhibited. Maybe we were waited for someone to make a move. I was starting to think he actually just wanted to go up to the room to for some reason other than sex, but I couldn't be that far off, right?
I stood at the end of the bed, rummaging through my purse for the hotel key. The King stood behind me, and I could feel something poking me in the small of my back. I stuck my bum out a bit to push it against him. He let out a little moan, and pushed my back over so I was leaning over the bed. "Perfect" he said. We have been plagued by too low or too high beds when it comes to doggy style. It's like Goldilocks and the 3 little bears, only one of the bears is pumping Goldilocks from behind. Or something.
Where was I?
Right. The sex..
I half laid on the bed, my dress over my hips, and my underwear down to my ankles. The King stopped suddenly, and I said, is that it? In hindsight, that's probably not what most men want to hear, but nevertheless, I was curious about the sudden end to our fun. He said "we have to go". He was right. If we continued much longer, I'd either get a call on my cell, or a knock on the door. Either one wouldn't be pleasant.
Yet, he stood in from of me, pants off, dress shirt unbuttoned, and with a raging erection. He looked at me and I looked at him. I bent down and through my usual technique of slow, teasing strokes out the window, and gave him the most efficient blow job known to man. As he came, he moaned "be careful for your dress".
Not a drop was spilled.
Fast forward to that evening. We decided to skip out on the reception to walk downtown in search for a good bar. Our first stop, however, was a sex shop. We looked around at the merchandise. There was your usual fare of vibes, dildos, lingerie, and bachelor party type toys. Then, the King found this. I had never seen anything like that before, and I thought it would be great to try out. Most of my toys are somewhat vaginally-focused, so this would round out my pleasure chest nicely. It's something the King could enjoy as well. He is definitely a breast man, and loves playing with mine. I don't mind telling you I don't mind him playing with them either.
Essentially, the little pumps work with the same physics as a turkey baster, I suppose. They suck the nipple up, and then you can place these little rubber bands over your nipples, sort of like a cock ring. They are very fun to play with, and are great foreplay. My nipples turned purple after a few minutes, though, which was a little freaky, yet, it was well worth it.
After a while of playing with these, I was fairly aroused. Yet, when I looked over to the King, he was fast asleep. I (as does he) blame the liquor. I woke him up so he could get changed, and as we laid in bed and cuddle, he whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry.". I whispered back "You can make it up to me in the morning."
.....and he did.
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