Bluebanzai
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I turned my head and looked at Sanna, who was still propped on her side, watching me. I sensed that she was testing me here: that the future of any relationship she had with me would depend on my answer. She wasn't looking for a half-hearted and begrudging approval. She needed something unconditional, encouraging even. And honestly, I was happy to give her what she wanted.
If there was any reluctance in my response - and I hoped she didn't sense it - it was purely from the knowledge that I'd have to wait all week before she asserted her new-found position.
"Yes, darling, it's absolutely fine. Even if I'm not allowed to be there. But... I'd like to know about it, if that's ok? Before, after, and maybe even during? I need to know every last detail..."
I paused. Was this too much? Her eyes hadn't shifted from me, and I thought I detected the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Fuck it. If this was going to work, it had to work for me too, so I might as well be open about things.
"I want to know who he is, what you do, and I need you to come home to me and tell me. I'll be in agony while you're with him, but... fuck, I just find that arousing, now." I felt my face flushing, and suddenly I couldn't look her in the eye any more. My body was still sticky and wet from the orgasm she'd just given me, but already I could feel stirrings down below again. Only, somehow, that didn't feel appropriate to draw attention to, now.
Impetuously, I turned towards her and nuzzled at her small breasts with my mouth, kissing her nipples and sucking gently. She didn't react to stop me. And I wanted to give her what pleasure I could. Cautiously, half-expecting a word of reproof, I shuffled lower down the bed, and began to softly kiss her tummy, and her lower abdomen. And then, finally, I flipped the duvet up over my head, and disappeared from view, just her musky scent accompanying me as I journeyed on downwards.
If there was any reluctance in my response - and I hoped she didn't sense it - it was purely from the knowledge that I'd have to wait all week before she asserted her new-found position.
"Yes, darling, it's absolutely fine. Even if I'm not allowed to be there. But... I'd like to know about it, if that's ok? Before, after, and maybe even during? I need to know every last detail..."
I paused. Was this too much? Her eyes hadn't shifted from me, and I thought I detected the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Fuck it. If this was going to work, it had to work for me too, so I might as well be open about things.
"I want to know who he is, what you do, and I need you to come home to me and tell me. I'll be in agony while you're with him, but... fuck, I just find that arousing, now." I felt my face flushing, and suddenly I couldn't look her in the eye any more. My body was still sticky and wet from the orgasm she'd just given me, but already I could feel stirrings down below again. Only, somehow, that didn't feel appropriate to draw attention to, now.
Impetuously, I turned towards her and nuzzled at her small breasts with my mouth, kissing her nipples and sucking gently. She didn't react to stop me. And I wanted to give her what pleasure I could. Cautiously, half-expecting a word of reproof, I shuffled lower down the bed, and began to softly kiss her tummy, and her lower abdomen. And then, finally, I flipped the duvet up over my head, and disappeared from view, just her musky scent accompanying me as I journeyed on downwards.
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