First Time

So, my sugar came down to visit me this past weekend. It was a challenging operation to pull off...what with moves, and some messed up plans, and all the rest. BUT she made it, and that was the important thing.

Our semi-romantic day got thrown out the window when some cleaning at the old apartment had to happen...but...it was very nice of her to help me. Afterwards, we decided to skip our ballgame plans and stay in to eat Chinese, drink a lil wine (still not a wine fan...), and enjoy each other's company.

Including our first time making love. We had been watching dumb movies downstairs, when she decided to slip upstairs and watch her favorite porn, a piece from "Sex and Submission." I found it interesting...I have to confess to not being a huge fan of porn (it's kinda like wine...), and I wasn't terribly aroused. I was too wrapped up in the intellectual end of things, and the minor buzz I had didn't help either.

And let's be honest, naked guys don't typically do it for me, and neither does a deep masculine voice put me in the mood. Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I'm not without my moments of curiousity...but...meh.

So...we glided into the lovemaking. Which was sort of tricky...I have to confess I often times have trouble with that whole staying hard issue, especially during the start of a relationship. She was wonderfully patient, pushing all the buttons she knew about, even ones she was hestitent about.

After normal foreplay and some serious tickling (*giggles at the memory*) got me quite worked up and feeling VERY close to her, my lil buddy wasn't quite willing to stay out and play. It was as if the condom scared him.

She never once showed any frustration, and decided to take a break to dig through my toybag. Before I knew it, I was feeling our slapper on my ass, inspite of her swearing up and down she'd never use it on me because of a mental block. That got my motor running, especially when she found my paddle and used it on me (I DO hate a paddling). But she had found my bag of clothespins...and decided to use them on me.

I wish we had taken a picture or two. By the time she was done with me, I had two pins on each nip, and I think six or seven along my ballsac. She admired her handiwork...then left to get a drink of water, instructing me to lay still.

Shortly after she returned (not soon enough!!) and removed the pins, we laid together until I grew hard...then we made it at long last, after hours of varied foreplay, with great passion.

It was totally worth the wait :-)