My previous post for Sinful Sunday showed an utterly spectacular view of my lovely, kinky friend L, who travelled across the USA to spend a weekend with me in Vegas. The post didn’t really describe how she came to be in the position in the inage.
Imagine my delight when she sent her own account and said she was happy to see it posted here!
It was, and sill is, delicious but it went by quickly, too quickly.
It is delicious to sit at my desk knowing none of my colleagues would think of me as the sort of person who might be B’s hot little sub for a weekend in Vegas.
It is delicious to know, to feel, and to slowly recognize what happened in just two days. B, unknowingly, made a couple of my fantasies into real, painful and pleasurable experiences.
The first one was being spanked first thing in the morning. My fantasy happens just when I’m shuffling between two worlds, not quite up and ready, not quite there to fall back asleep again.
On Sunday morning, I slowly stretched, got closer to him, reached to be held by him and I felt his strong hands on my ass, squeezing the fleshy part of the cheeks hard, knowing well it would be painful because of the previous day’s hard spanking over his knees.
I kissed him lightly, I kissed him to distract myself from the pain. He turned and pushed me to lie down the length of his legs on my stomach, arse towards him and him between my legs. He forced my legs to open wider and started spanking me lightly over my thin silky panties I had on.
Gradually he spanked me more viciously.
I could see the morning light through the parted drapes, I could hear my own moaning.
He whispered in my ears: “You are mine little one.’
He pulled my panties aside and pushed his finger deep inside me while the spanking continued. I felt his thumb on my clitoris, I felt his finger going deeper and deeper, faster. I felt the pain of being spanked hard, I found myself getting lost.
I was his little one.
I orgasmed before I even knew I was close. B, the kinky bastard, kept on spanking me even after I came, pulled my panties up and spanked me viciously for what felt like a long time until I was out of breath. How did he know I needed the pain to wash the orgasm away?
He let me go, and hugged me so tightly and tenderly and kissed my lips. How lucky I was, I thought to myself.
So, once again I find myself in the position of being a very lucky boy indeed. An absolutely lovely and quite outstandingly kinky person took the huge risk of flying across the States to spend a weekend in a hotel room with a stranger.
I did my best to repay that trust and we had a wonderful time together: Dinners, a Cirque de Soleil show and well, quite a lot more of this type of thing, to be honest!