A Naughty Weekend (Part One)
Back when we made the original plans for a naughty weekend, One Ball and I talked a little about what we wanted from it. Actually, it was more like me telling him rather than us telling each other, but he seemed more than happy to play along, so I just went with it.
“I want you to come all over my face,” I said.
He looked pretty shocked, eyebrows rising until they were almost at the top of his head. Maybe I should’ve found a less blunt way to say it.
“Okay,” he said eventually.
“I also don’t want you to wank for one week beforehand,” I carried on. “No: two weeks.”
“Okay,” he said again, nodding this time. “I can do that.”
The wanking ban was for my benefit more than his; I was getting a little worried about his distinct lack of jizz. I figured he’d come a lot quicker if he hadn’t wanked for a while.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me, so I’m assuming he did as I asked. Definitely friskier than usual. Then again, we hadn’t seen each for three weeks or so; it could be down to that, I suppose.
We went for dinner, made our way back to his, then sat for a while, drinking coffee and chit-chatting.
I have no idea who made the first move, or even how the first move was even made. I just know that we were drinking coffee one minute, then tearing each other’s clothes off the next.
Those three weeks apart might’ve intensified my concerns over our relationship, but they’d also intensified the sexual chemistry we had, too. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose.
OB sat on the bed, then yanked me across his knee, tearing my jeans down at the same time. I giggled as he slapped my ass, one, two, three, four, five times. Plus one more for extra measure.
It hurt like hell, but it was hot as hell, too.
Then, we fucked. Hard. Fast. Violently. On the bed, the floor, the dresser. He slapped my ass so many times that there’s still an outline of his hand there in red, and I almost hope it stays there forever. It makes me smile every time I look at it… and blush as those filthy little memories come flooding back.
I rode him. He fucked me. It was incredible. I was fucked about as much as I could possibly be fucked, and I still wouldn’t say no to another round. Every single muscle aches like hell, but fuck, I’d say yes to him right now if I could. Right fucking now.
I came plenty – at his hands, my hands, his dick…
He came, too. More than once. More than twice, in fact. He came inside me, in my mouth, and all over my torso. I was covered in his jizz. Filled with it.
Houston, we do not have a problem.
Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
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Your weekend sounds heavenly!!! 😀 I just love the feeling of falling head over heels for someone and all the great sex. Glad you had such a wonderful time. I totally have wanted a guy to spank me over his knee forever but even Mr. Best Sex Ever hasn’t done that one yet, lol. They spank but not quite the way I imagine in my head. Someday! 😉
I am a very lucky girlie right now! Very happy! I cannot wait to see him again. Just wish it wasn’t so long away!!! However, having so much time apart means we can have great sex like that every time 😉
Don’t you think if you are so smitten with him, he deserves a better nickname than ‘One Ball’? 🙂
I did think about this, but it kinda suits him 😉
So jealous. My closest thing to a naughty weekend away I had my little sister in the next room and apparently the walls weren’t very soundproof.
Hahaha oh that’s awkward!
I’m planning another naughty weekend very soon. Details will follow of course 😉