J had two orgasms again.J had two orgasms again. All I had to do was bring up the subject of my forehead and how embarrassed I was over it and how I wasn't sure he would like my forest goddess idea with a shaved forehead and all. Downcast eyes and an embarrassed hand over my forehead and he was off and running again. Afterward, the bed was a total mess (so were we). Green food coloring and body paint and various precious bodily fluids were all over the sheets. When we showered together to wash off the mess we ended up making love again on the shower floor, both of us all covered with soap. I think three in one evening for J is a record of some sort. I know I set a "personal best" record. We sat up and rinsed while seated/sated in the steamy shower, too exhausted to get up. Finally he turned off the water. We sat in a delicious kind of daze for what must have been five or ten minutes, the only noise was the water dripping from the shower head and our own breathing. I mustered the strength to kneel, and I covered him with body conditioner; I like the feeling of tending to him. Then I covered myself in the most entertaining way I could manage. When we got out of the shower I helped him to towel off the excess conditioner; he was ready for an encore, and we could probably have gone again it we had put our minds to it. But neither of us wanted to. I think the quality declines after that many orgasms. I don't exactly know how many I had--some of them kind of merged together and who's counting anyway. There are only two possible numbers where orgasms are concerned: Not enough, and enough. We'd had enough. I got his bathrobe and slippers for him and then put on the fitted white muslin outfit. We sat and cuddled for the rest of the evening, cooking and eating two of those great prepared microwave dinners between cuddles. They're probably 98% cholesterol and 2% preservatives, but they taste great. We fell into bed at 9:30 we were so tired. -*- The next evening we were getting ready to go out for dinner again and talking about this slave/master thing we are doing. He had bought a white dress and some sandals for me and I was trying them on while I told him that I was getting into this bondage thing but that there were still some aspects that I couldn't handle, the main thing (after my hair) was that we walk the edge of the ridiculous. |