On Saturday, I went into the city with Davey to get our hairs cut and get some dinner at a fish ‘n’ chips place. I knew D.S. was going to visit later that day, so I thought to take a look at my cell phone and see if there was a call I had missed. Good thing I looked too, as he was in the city much earlier than he thought he would be. I met him at the train station and we went back to my place in the burbs while Davey went out to a concert.
I don’t get to see much of D.S., he’s quite the poly person, dating a whole string of women. *grin* We hung out and got caught up. Soon, he was moving the random detritus off the sofa, one little bit at a time so he could pounce on me. It was funny because I knew what he was doing, and he knew that I knew what he was doing. I started to laugh.
Ultimately, I pounced on him as I had promised him an extra special blow job in return for helping me a bit with this site. (He spent some more time this weekend trying to figure out the problems I’m having with getting the banner up. It seems that I have to get my ISP to change the permissions on a folder I don’t have permission to change.) One of the joys of fooling around with D.S. is that you can tell exactly how you’re making him feel. He gasps, moans, wriggles depending on what you do. I enthusiastically sucked his cock for a while before we switched positions and he started fingering me and going down on me. He asked me if I’d like to come and I said yes, but I was worried about squirting on the sofa. We moved to the bedroom, where I put a towel down (but sadly did not squirt). He licked my clit and fingered my g-spot, bringing me to a loud orgasm. Next, we fucked. I came again and he said, “Who told you you could come?” I coudn’t resist being a brat and saying, “You’re not my Dom.” Doh. When I do have the freedom to come at will I’m very happy to be able to use it. I guess it comes down to me only really giving consent to MasterDoc to have that much control over me. It’s something that’s special to that relationship only.
We fucked, I came a bunch of times and eventually D.S. came himself as I came. The simultaneous orgasm was very hot. Afterwards we caught our breaths and reflected on how hot that orgasm was. We hung out, watching a movie and Davey came home later. We didn’t get up to anything else, but I did sleep next to D.S. for the first time (Davey offered to sleep in the spare room, which I would never have asked him to do). Funny how you can fuck a person a bunch of times yet you’ve never honestly “slept with” them. (What a funny euphemism that is, “sleep with.” As if sleep has anything to do with it.) We had breakfast in the a.m. and D.S. tried to fix my website woes. I’ve had a very eventful weekend.
One thing that was very nice is that D.S. told me that he admires me; he admires how I just go out there and do what I’d like sexually, and the freedom I have in my relationships to do so. I never think that what I do is that extraordinary. But I suppose most women don’t feel socially free enough to be sluts even if they want to. Somehow I ignore the conventions and just do whatever I damn well please. It’s my life, I’m the one who has to be happy. Repression is never an attractive proposition to me.
I wouldn’t say doh. I thought it was perfectly fine (and funny besides).