Lurch cried on me…

 

Tied and blindfolded for his arrival

So Lurch came back. Visually he’s not really my type, so I had a plan in my head. I wanted to be blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back when he arrived.

Unfortunately, the kids had other ideas and Mr was still in the shower when Lurch pulled onto the drive. Then he just sat there for a while, which meant there actually would have been time to set everything up but I’d missed the chance.

Using his intiative!

We sat down together and he surprised me by choosing to sit right next to me on the big L-shaped section of the sofa. I was impressed that he came so close straight away. Then he leaned in and started kissing me.

Honestly, this reminded me why I sometimes think about bringing back the no-kissing rule. It wasn’t terrible, but he was a little too insistent with his tongue for my taste.

Not knowing exactly what he wanted next, I told him about my failed plan. His answer: “We can fix that.”

Tied and Blindfolded

He grabbed the ties from the coffee table which is where the toys, blindfolds, condoms and lube always sit within reach (!) and handed me one to blindfold myself. Then he used another to tie my hands behind my back.

With me down on the floor, blindfolded and restrained, he took control. I kept my eyes closed and simply enjoyed being pleasured.

Teasing and Tongue

This was another time where I didn’t immediately jump to his cock, and he didn’t run away again! Maybe this really is OK like this. He teased me first, dragging the flogger slowly across my body and then over my pussy. I writhed with each stroke, caught between pleasure and anticipation.

Then he went down on me with what felt like an eternity of focus. His tongue was overzealous at times but the rhythm and gentle pressure stayed exactly where I needed it. I didn’t cum, but I enjoyed every second of it. It built a hunger in me to finally get my mouth on him.

Taking His Cock

Lurch stripped and untied me, and I dropped to my knees to start kissing his cock. Exceptionally thick, already hard, and I loved testing the limits of what I could fit in my throat. Spoiler: I couldn’t take it all.

Slow Build

Following his instruction, I bent over the sofa and he slid in behind me. With all the build-up, he could have gone hard straight away, but he didn’t. He entered me slowly, letting my body adjust to his size, then gradually built up the depth and pace.

With my fingers circling my clit, the orgasmic explosion burst through my whole body while he kept his rhythm steady. I collapsed against the sofa, and he laughed at me.

Need a break? I certainly DO NOT!

He sat back and asked if I’d had enough. Never. I climbed onto his lap, grinding against him with my fingers back on my clit. I’m not usually one for a second orgasm, but this time my body shuddered again. More intense, more breathtaking. Another orgasm left me crumpled and yes, he laughed at me again.

Are we done yet?

Nope. We moved onto the sofa in missionary and he fucked me again. I pulled him closer, urging harder. Harder. HARDER.

I asked him where he wanted to cum because I was ready to finish, and he picked up on the cue perfectly. He chose my body, finishing with a six-day load across my face, neck, and torso.

Why is he crying?

A quick wipe down and we sat together on the sofa to chat. And this is where things shifted. As we talked about what we’d just done, he began to open up. Stories abut his past relationship. His colleagues. His insecurities. Pieces of himself he usually keeps hidden causing his eyes to well and then the tears to come.

Is this for me?

I was glad he felt able to share, but I can’t take on someone else’s pain. I have my own reasons for doing this, and those are enough for me to hold.

What mattered was that I had a plan, it changed, and yet the night still gave me everything I needed. The orgasms, the laughter, the mess and the reminder that I get to write the script, even when it doesn’t go exactly to plan.

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