by Alex M. Quinlan
Welcome Back My Friends To The Show That Never Ends
oh. wait. wrong line. This show better end soon...
So... just to recap... since I don't know when moonlight is gonna get the rest of this out...
I drove 12 hours to meet, for the first time, the person that my owner loaned me to for the weekend. I have no safe-word, I've never met most of these people before, I have limited cash. He's into intense control play, sadism, breath-play... his (glorious) now-ex-girlfriend is a wicked dominant type who I would do just about anything if she would just put her hands on me. I get there, dress up, meet them, smiles all around, wonderful hugs, icky surprises in other guests, and this delicious Domme asks me to whip her into oblivion. Which I do - quite happily. then i sleep alone. next day, i continue to be alone, with intense perceptions of exclusion, being ignored, abandoned, and fighting old demons of same. buy a couple of nice toys, one for said switchy Domme. I calm myself down, get dressed for costume, go back to house.
No great words of intro here... I was wearing gold pants, black stretch lace body-suit, bright red bra, black leather vest.
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I walked into the house, again finding easy parking, and the first thing I saw were clouds of red gauze. This short lush rounded confection in a red corset, jet black pageboy hair, ultra high heels, and tassels glued to her nipples - her tiara had 666 on it, she was the Whore of Babylon. So I am dense. Her attached male was an equally delicious blonde fop in red velvet and a floppy hat with proper feathers. Oh yum. Eye candy - the perfect distraction. I wandered around, smiled and said hi to folks I recognized, but there weren't that many there yet, at 8:30 pm. I avoided nibbling the snacks yet, all of them were canonical hors d'oevres (sp), something unidentifiable wrapped in starch. wheeeee. I sat down near where I had left the toys I had bought earlier in the day, and commenced people watching. Soon a collection of folks walked in and went upstairs to change. The host was Bacchus, the hostess was first Demeter, but the toga wouldn't stay up. Then she came back downstairs as a mummy, but that didn't work either. Eventually I saw her in a cream-white dress with a circlet on her head, which was vaguely medievalish.
As folks I didn't know wandered in, I introduced myself, usually with my name from the mush, which is where I know most of the folks from. One couple walked in and the woman sat down next to me; we introduced ourselves but she seemed to be babbly-chattering at everyone else in the room. Suddenly she turned to me and blinked and said "Were you on" this other mush that has been defunct for about 2 years. "Yep, that's me." She outright squealed, and told me who she was on that mush - someone I had talked to lots, who had played lots with Cayne, and in general was a lost friend. We chattered manically for on the order of 30-40 minutes, with her showing me flyers and catalogs for what she is doing these days, and me talking about my kids and stuff. We exchanged email addresses and all sorts of other things, and then she *had* to leave, her Master had already given us 20 minutes extra time. She made me promise to come visit the next day before I left, gave me directions, and walked out as Scarlet and BearDom walked in.
- I just got off the phone with him. There is no doubt in me that
this is right... that what happened between us was good. There is
a solidity of feeling... as if he were standing behind me, rock
solid, intending to be there for always. Keeping me. Trusting me
to be with him, and earning my trust for the same. Mind you - this
is completely my perception...
They walked in and I waved hi, and then went rather deliberately back to what I was doing - reading one of the magazines that my long-lost friend had left. He came over to me and said hi, and scritched my head, catlike...
This is another thing that I just realized he had been doing intermittently that i haven't mentioned... I tend to be somewhat feline - though not completely - in my mannerisms, finding purrs and other soft noises to be the best way tot tell someone that they are doing things well or not. He picked up on it, easily, scritching behind my ears frequently, or down my scalp onto my neck, and over onto my throat - as frequently as not turning that into his hand being in a ring over/around my throat... pressing. Oh yum.
And yet another thing - I described Scarlet, but not BearDom. About 6 foot even, maybe a little more, light brown hair, red in some lights, running long in back. So nice. Darker beard, with a white streak down the center over his chin. Very striking. Blue eyes, I think... light eyes, anyway. Round face, big smile, very attentive posture, he listens with all of him. Somehow this is more significant than the rest of it. Broad shoulders, and the desk/beer tummy, while there, is not particularly noticeable in his motions or mannerisms.
Right. Enough drooling. He came over and scritched my head, grinning at me - wearing jeans and a jacket, a white button down shirt, a leather 'westernish' hat, and sunglasses, with a geometric-patterned blanket over his shoulders. Somewhat 'high-plains-drifterish'. I felt myself automatically respond, the warmth inside purring, leaning into the scritch - and the upset rising, making me pull away. Seeing the two of them walk in together, all I could see was him offering to have her sleep over again, and her accepting, and me sleeping alone - again - driving 12 hours to sleep alone and have to put up with social ostracism on my own. He reached again to scritch, and this time I just pulled away. He looked at me, cocking his head. "What's wrong?" I looked up from the magazine, putting it down. "Can we talk?" He moved to crouch down. "No," I said. "Somewhere less crowded." He gently took my hand to stand me up. "Somewhere we won't spill psychodrama all over the party." He turned and *looked* at me, and nodded. I said "How about the back porch?" but I don't know if he heard me or not, as he led me down to the basement. Unfortunately, the music was coming from here, and was very loud - but I was afraid to turn it down, cause i didn't want someone coming downstairs to see what was wrong. "What's up, pet?"
I can't reproduce this conversation verbatim. I started with "Well, I came back." And he nodded. "I almost didn't." And he got rather still. Basically, I tried to core-dump, to give him a clue that I *was* upset, why I was upset, how much of it was, in my estimation, my own problems, how much of it was my feeling left out and left alone due to him not showing up, not giving me full data - for instance, not telling me that he was waiting for Scarlet to come over, not telling me that he was going to go off to see Laney, etc. And about how I felt I was seriously risking things even mentioning it, and that too was something left over from my ex, and I was real sorry he was dealing with old baggage, but there it was. He got upset, and wouldn't look at me, and said he was sorry... and I continued babbling... "I don't want you to get all guilty on me. I am not trying to guilt trip you, I don't play those games. But dammit this is how i am feeling... you need to know, and I need to say it. But if you go all guilty on me and go hide in self-denigration cause you feel so bad, and don't play with me, I *will* be *majorly* pissed - this isn't about guilt, this is about I hurt and we fix it. I *do* want you, I *did* come back." I was nearly in tears again, but far too aware of the collective humanity upstairs to let go, even if I could have in front of him - I can't, not with everyone. He kept looking up at me and away again, and looking like he was going to start to say something, and then wouldn't. "I don't know what to do," he said finally. I was about to answer when there were feet on the stairs, and Scarlet came down, saying "There you are."
It was uncanny - unspoken, he and I both turned and smiled at her, and I opened my arms "I didn't get a hello hug!" She hugged me tight and I found my hands in her hair again. Ye gods. I pulled back and grinned. "When is your birthday?" She looked confused, and told me. "Damn. Well, you are going to get an unbirthday present then." "Oh! What is it?" BearDom is smiling in the background, still next to us, watching again. "Not gonna tell you. If you had to choose between two color schemes" and here I described the two flogger handles "Which would you pick?" She looked at me, and at BearDom, and back at me again. "I would pick whichever one you picked for me." "Wench," I muttered, and ran up the stairs, back to my seat.
I picked up the bag, and, keeping the floggers in the bag, took a handle in each hand. They had followed me upstairs, and i turned and said "Pick a hand." I don't remember which hand she picked, but she got the blu-ish one, which she decided was wonderful. She choked up a little, and said "What did I ever do to deserve this kind of wonderful attention, last night, and now this whip?" BearDom and I were almost in unison with "You don't need to do anything to 'deserve' attention!" She ducked her head and laughed, and then asked me if I would break her whip in on her later that night. I said "I had hoped you would ask. I would be most happy to. Now?" I grinned wickedly. "Um. No. I want to wear my pretty new dress for a while longer." So I dutifully admired her dress, and she started talking to someone else. BearDom had hold of my hand, and kept it... I was still a bit roiled up inside, and at one point he did something that had me making a smart-ass comment. He looked at me and called me a brat, and I said "I am not going to be able to just relax into your control as easily... I'm still a bit upset, so you are gonna get automatic attitude, as defense." And he smiled and said "I will forgive all your attitude tonight, brat." But he kept hold of me and sat me down near him, and touched me and we mingled and talked with people and I must have settled down eventually into his touch again.
Somewhere in the previous night it had come out that neither he nor Scarlet had a lot of experience with floggers; I don't remember when or how, but I had said that there were a few floggers in my bag that are relatively easy to use, and safe enough for a clueful beginner, and I wouldn't mind if he used them on me, as long as he didn't mind that I didn't drop all subby, so that I could give him useful feedback. Yes, that had been the night before, cause I remember talking to him about how I had been swinging the whip on Scarlet, and critiquing it with regards to something I had seen him swinging.
In any case, he finally decided to take me downstairs and do something with me. I remember squeaking as he told me this, and willingly went along behind him downstairs. He caught up to Scarlet and asked if she wanted to help, and she eagerly said yes. "Oh shit," I remember muttering... and grinning. They led me over to the cuffs, and I was grinning at her and being a smart-ass. She stood in front of me, yanking on my hair. I was moving with the tug, but not slipping into shivery space, just mouthing back at her. She looked at me, and then asked BearDom to leave us alone for a minute. After he was gone, and still with her hand in my hair she said, "You dropped so easy for me when I was visiting New York. Now you're resisting me, and I can't help but think it is cause you were in charge last night." Well, I wasn't about to tell her that I was upset with BearDom, cause then she would have gotten upset with him. And he was already doing stuff that was calming me down. So I just said "There's a lot of new stuff, and a lot of people I don't know. My ex is over there and all the old conditioning to his voice is interfering with my here&now."
She nods, and said something about slamming me down. I said that it would have to be that, cause I just wasn't relaxing enough. "Do you want me to?" she asked. I finally felt the start of it. "Do it." I said, a little breathlessly... and still she just stood there caressing my hair. "What?" I asked. "I'm afraid to. I want it, but I am afraid of it." There are few things more annoying than a dom who won't. So I turned my head as far as she would let me, and looked at her from the side. "Look. Do or do not. Deal with your fear, or your want, but *do* *something*." She nodded, and ... I seem to lose some time then, cause the next memory I can come up with, she is in front of me raking her nails lightly over my chest, and BearDom is behind me getting the feel of the soft string cat I made against my back. Having enough of a brain to give him feedback on striking me, while she was toying with and abusing my nipples was... interesting. Impossible after a while ...
He went through all four floggers I gave him, very effectively warming me up and whipping me into low earth orbit. I remember Scarlet pulling my face up and telling me to orgasm, and loosing my screams against her chest in hot waves, driven by the huge thuddy flogger he was swinging against my ass. I remembered at the last moment that kissing her was probably not something she would accept, and managed to just turn my face and nuzzle into her as she caught me down to BearDom's lap.
The next focussed memory I have is of sitting on the floor, near Scarlet who was sitting in the swing chair, with BearDom no where in sight. Another Domme had come down, with a small pile of whips, and had a gentleman up against one of the walls. After taking his shirt off, she started using them - not quite a tour of whips, but very definitely using different ones on him for a while and seeing how he reacted. I watched, interested in her style, and pointing it out to Scarlet, when I realized she had picked up a toy that I had given to my ex after we'd been together for a bit. It's a fussy thing, and she was having problems with it. I softly called to her "I can help you with that." She came over to me with it, and I fixed it for her, and watched her start to use it. I realized that if I sat there I would need to scream, loudly, so I stood up and touched Scarlet's leg. "I'm going upstairs for a bit." She nodded and kept talking to whoever, and I wandered upstairs, dressed in nothing but the lace body-suit and the bra under it.
I found BearDom upstairs, chatting with some folks, and asked to sit in his lap. He happily made space for me, and I was able to lean my head on his shoulder and let him know what was going on. He eased me to a chair next to him, as I was really too heavy to sit on one leg. I gave him a bit of shit about it, and he copped Dom at me, and I said "I thought you said I would be forgiven any attitude tonight!" He looked at me steadily and softly said "and do you have any attitude to give me?" I started to answer, and then stopped with my mouth open, and slowly grinned lopsidedly. "Um. No." I ducked my head, blushing a little, and unable to stop grinning. He sat me down in another chair next to him with a smile and started toying with me.. tugging my hair, running his fingers over my skin, my throat, my mouth, teasing my nipples. He soon had me just squirming at any touch, completely unaware of whether or not there were people in the room.
Somewhere in there we moved to the couch, him sitting back and me sitting with my ass on the couch and leaning back against him. His hands could rove me better then, his mouth near my ear whispering things to me, the sudden mimic of his voice in my ear via the telephone, and *feeling* his hands on me sent me right into oblivion - I can't tell you what he did, or how long. I know he had me orgasming as people wandered past. I know he had me begging for things. I have no idea what, at this point.
He told me to stand up, that we were going downstairs. I had enough coherence to walk, to move, but he had to point me at the glasses to then point me at the tap to get some water to drink... that sort of blank acceptance. We went downstairs and my ex was whipping his partner in the cuffs - and using that toy I gifted him with. This time it didn't touch me... I saw it but it didn't really register... it wasn't important, it wasn't BearDom. I was settled down in another corner, facing away from the whipping, and then was startled, as with him standing in front of me, his crotch was right in my face. I blinked, and moaned, and looked up at him, and he grinned wickedly at me and started a little bump & grind. I started squirming, cursing him under my breath, and called him a bitchtease. He laughed, and agreed with me. I said "Please?" in a very small voice, and he stopped, and grinned, and said "Maybe", and then just settled down next to me. I looked around again, and saw my ex again, and looked away, and BearDom just started touching me, just kept me focussed on him, kept me deep in subspace with gentle touch and voice and presence.
After a while he brought me over to the flogging area, told me to lean against the post, and started whipping me again. I spiraled out - he used all the whips again, I know that, I remember the strikes of various ones, remember the light wrapping, the cloudblows and the continual deep thud where he was trying to send me *through* the pole and into next week. I was gone - soft mewling cries, loud squeaks, just the breath coming from me, out of me, the pain flowing through me - not pain, not endurance, just striking... connection, his intent through the flow of motion, the weight of it, the flood of arousal pulsing through me, intent and flow and weight impacting my body to come out my mouth in incoherent unformed noises, my body rocking into it, dancing for the whip to find, no mind involved as I soar elsewhere, everywhere, no where else but there. I don't even remember if he had me orgasm.
I know he stopped. I know I asked to sit on the floor - my feet hurt. He sat me down and sat behind me, cradling me against him. Touching me, finding me... When my brain was capable of recording the scene again, there was a woman laying on the floor more or less in front of us, with needles around her areola, and my ex was wielding his violet wand back in the corner. BearDom cradled me against him, and directed me to look at various things, asking my opinion of them... I found myself talking without thinking, without weighing how he might use the information, if at all.
No, I am *not* going to tell y'all what I said. Do yer own work.
After a while of watching things, Scarlet reminded me of her request. At this point I was more or less out from the ... immediate mental effects of the play we had been doing, but I was still completely focussed on BearDom for motive power, or anything really complex. I manage a thought, and say "Let me go pee, and probably change my clothes, and I will be with you." I asked BearDom to go out to my car and get my clothes, cause I didn't think I was street legal, dressed in just the lace body suit and a bra. While he did that for me I made my way up 2 flights of stairs to the bathroom.
By the time he got upstairs I had peeled out of the body suit. He commented appreciatively and left me to deal with things. I found that, again, I had no mess, and I wondered if my body had done bleeding. But I was not going to deal with it in a strange bathroom right then, so I put on a pair of lace panties - the same sort of stretch lace as the body-suit - which were starting to get old. There were little holes in it all over - just right in case someone (gee, who?) would want to rip it off me. Over that I put on a light blue gauze skirt with bells on strings depending from the waist, very femme, and walked down to the basement barechested.
Smiling to all, even with my tits hanging down, I stood in front of Scarlet and made her find my vest. "I am *not* going to flog *anyone* with my tits hanging out! that is why I have the leather vest." I buttoned it up and settled my tits into it - remembering why I need a bra with it - and said to Scarlet "Well?"
She got undressed without a fuss this time, still keeping on her bra and panties and pantyhose. I put on my own music pretty fast this time, as I couldn't' deal with what was on. It was the Shadowfax Live this time - more music I've been shadowflogging to, but I have only had this album for a few months, so I wasn't nearly as in tune with the music. I had her back to the pole, and started whipping her tits, having seen the previous night that she really liked that. I started with her original whip, again warming her up with what she knew, and worked up to using the new one on her, catching her nipples through the bra, watching her face as she kept her head back from the tails. Such a delicious dance....
After I bit I permitted her to turn around, and she immediately started moving to the music, dancing and swaying. I started over again with her own whip, and warmed up her skin till she was twitching and moving into the blows in the rhythm. I brought in the goy koosh, thudding and striking across her shoulders and ass. What she didn't know, and hadn't seen, is that I had both floggers in my hands.. and brought them in at once... I can't really describe what I was doing, physically or mentally. I was in magic mode, I could do anything and it would work, or I would make it work. All three floggers in my hands, I struck with whatever wanted to land, with the tails sometimes catching on each other, or in my flowy skirt. It didn't matter. I slowly realized I was working a sort of transference... a training... training her skin to take a deeper more intense flogging, waking the new flogger and teaching it to behave with her, making the energy flow right the first time so that every time after it is more likely to do so, transferring my feel into the beasts so that they strike right in anyone's hands...
BearDom was sitting close, watching.. close enough to be struck by my back-swing. "Move it!" I told him, not even thinking. :) He moved about the fifth or sixth time I struck, and I don't know where he was. It didn't take long till she was rocking up to me, begging with her body to be struck up into her crotch. I teased her with it, keeping it up on her shoulders and ass, until the third song started in. It's called Rainforests, and is pretty amusing in a musical way, and I just let go into it, giving it my strength. She's ready for it, rocking into it, and I struck almost exclusively between her legs and onto her thighs. Near the end of the song I saw BearDom shift behind me, moving to the other side, and I motioned to him with the goy koosh. He nodded eagerly and I handed it off to him, and start the power blows.. putting my body, my whole weight into the twist and swing, in rhythm to the building music. After the third blow he picked up the rhythm and struck with me, a solid line of whip across her ass from both sides. Scarlet started to cry out, incoherent begging noises, and I demanded that she cum for me, knowing that is what she needed. She screamed as her orgasm hit and dropped to the floor, her ass still in the air slutting for it the striking. We followed her down, continuing, keeping her orgasm going till she suddenly fell over and curled fetal. It was the end of the song, anyway. I looked up at BearDom, panting, and said "I think we did something right."
We took care of her, getting her water and stuff, and as she came back to earth we set her into the swing chair, next to the other guy she had bottomed to the night before, who she apparently had made arrangements to play with after I had had my whips on her. I sat between her and BearDom, and was very very happy, with a hand on each of them. He grinned a lot too, and she just floated. I started putting my stuff away - my various floggers had gotten strewn about - all except the goy koosh, which Scarlet wanted used on her again. We were looking at other toys from other people, and talked about a Vicious ?Oak? paddle - which I put a high priority "NO THANK YOU" on, and knew from the look on his face that he was both amused that i was saying this to him when I have no safe-word, and that he did understand why, and would take it very seriously into account.
I also started pulling the smaller things out of my bag, to show to BearDom... the knives that are just pure play, not for blooding, and the hood that I got sent from my top in New Zealand. Now, I had never had a chance to play with that - I had tried it on myself, but couldn't get it laced, and Cayne wasn't real interested in it. It is black leather, with a snap-connect blindfold and a zipper over the mouth. BearDom had played with me on the phone with it once or twice soon after I got it, but it wasn't really effective.
He took it from me, and inspected it, as I puttered with a couple of other things. I looked up again and he was grinning at me, and motioned me closer. I swallowed... and scooted next to him. And went... elsewhere as he put the hood on me. The words 'faceless fucktoy' kept echoing in my head, and I have no idea if that was internal, or if he said it. I drifted on touch, I could hear his voice and I know I was responding to things he was saying, but I have no memory of it. At some point he took me by both hands and pulled me to standing. He led me somewhere, and put my hands against a wall. I leaned into it, and he started striking me - something short, not flexible like a flogger. That was all I could tell.
At first I thought it was the awful paddle, and something inside me was shaking, not quit crying, accepting that he chose that and feeling lost tath he was doing so. Then something shifted - some perception - and I thought it was the Nerf(tm) bat that someone else had been using. I was lost... squirming and writhing and with soft noises coming from me again, I don't know what. It was a very different place.
He finally stopped, and turned me around. The mouthole is unzipped, and I feel a finger slide into my mouth. I exploded - suckling manically and orgasming, nearly falling to the floor as the fucktoy is finally penetrated with something, finally given an opportunity to prove that she can do something. I did my best to fellate whatever it was that was fucking my mouth and permitting me to cum mindlessly.
Finally he pulled free and told me to stop cumming, and I trembled and shook and obeyed. Taking my two hands again, he led me somewhere and pushed me back gently, and I fell into the swing-chair. He sat next to me and put a hand on me, and I swayed, trembling, breathing deeply, dropped into that waiting space where there is nothing but what is done to me, what I am ordered to do. He touched me, stroked me, toyed with my nipples - the vest had come off long ago - petting the faceless fucktoy.
I don't remember when he took off the hood, but I didn't come back.
He started playing with me with the clothes-pin that was hooked to my necklace, the party favor. Arms, neck, thighs, nipples - all produced squeaks and squirms. He kept muttering to himself "what should I do with you next?" to which I would periodically manage to make the reply "Whatever you wish, Master." in a soft voice. And he would grin maniacally.
He made sure I would be ok alone for a few minutes, and went off somewhere, and came back with a handful of clothes-pins. Now there were multiple ones, all over me, and I just let my head loll back and my body shake as the endorphins rode me in waves. He hit me, pinched me, toyed with the clothes-pins - did all but make a zipper of them. He put them all on my breasts, and I don't know what he was doing with them, my eyes were closed. He *pulled* them off one by one, making me cum each time, and I am told I was heard through the house.
Finally he got bored, or tired, or just wanted to move on, and picked up the goy koosh and started dragging it over my breasts. The strings moving over my VERY SENSITIVE NIPPLES made me squirm, cry out, not so much in pain but in mind boggling overload. Through this he was doing the breath-play again, and I remember some part of me noticing I was pressing into his hand, eager for it, needing his hand on me, needing him to take that control. I know I begged for orgasm at one point, and he made me wait, and wait, and wait, and finally let me go. I hadn't been begging for it before, just letting him push me over and over, commanding it as he likes to do. Using it to condition me to respond to his control, his touch. Somewhere in here Scarlet left, commenting amusedly on my noise, and that it was past 5am.
After he stopped flogging me, I was laying there, panting, completely agreeable, and he said something funny. I have *no* idea what. But i started laughing, and I couldn't stop. I have this vivid image of him, standing next to me, rocking on the balls of his feet (though maybe he wasn't doing that), watching me, grinning and muttering to himself "What can I do with you next?" I still couldn't stop laughing.
He found a small balloon on the floor and came over to me where I lay in the swing-chair. He swatted my nipple with it, and I jumped, and said "hey!" and started giggling uncontrollably again. he grinned, and did the other one. It made a really *goofy* sound, sort of this 'boink'. I lost it completely, laughing again, as he hit me all over with this balloon, saying 'See! Silly! I am NOT a mean vicious top, I am SILLY! SILLY!' and I was writhing in hysterical laughter. After a while I just was holding my jaw, it ached so much, and he stopped and sat next to me, touching me, grinning at me, making me leap to his desire, his touch.
He didn't really do much to me after that - when I was recovered enough to drive, we went to my hotel and had an argument with the desk clerk about the fact that I hadn't paid ahead of time cause I hadn't been *asked* to pay ahead of time. We got into the room, goofed around a bit, light, no noise play - breath-play, snuggling, giggling - and finally fell asleep about 8:30 am.
I woke to the requested wakeup call, and woke him, after snuggling him and watching him sleep for a while. We checked out on time, and he said he was going to go home and sleep more. I had to go to So&so's house to get the last of my stuff, and so we said goodbye in the parking lot... delicious hugs and kisses. I drove to the house, and was startled to find him there also - we walked into the house and he offered to help me find the address that my long-lost-friend from the night before had given me.
She had wanted to see him, too, and I managed to convince him of this, so we both went over to her place and chatted for 2 hours with her and her master, including gossip about local groups, toy comparison, minor lessons in swinging floggers, and other randomness. He kept touching me, teasing me, hurting me... just having the control and play be a part of the conversation, the way another more vanilla couple might hold hands, touch hair. It was very very nice. Eventually, the long lost friend and her master had to go eat, and as it was about 4:30 pm by now, I needed to get going, so we all left.
He walked me to my car, and hugged me tight, and kissed me on the lips. I whined, pouting cutely, and he teased me for it, calling me a brat. I said "I like sexier kisses. but you don't want to give me one." I gave a long suffering sigh. "Besides if you give me a sexier tongue kiss I will cum all over the street." So he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me hard, and I came all over the street. And swatted my ass lightly, and said goodbye, and went to his car.
And then we got in our respective cars, and drove home. I stopped for dinner about 7:30 pm, in Wheeling WVa, at the Cherokee Trading Post. I spent the rest of my money on tchochkes for the family, and droooooveeee. A pair of trucks running 75-80 mph helped me along, and I got home by 3am, in spite of the 90 minutes of dinner and shopping, and various other stops to stretch my legs, which really wanted to cramp.
Submitted for your approval, my Liege, the final part of my trip report.
