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Jalapenos for Dinner
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From: [email protected] (Lothie)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Jalapenos for Dinner
Date: 11 Nov 91 22:10:50 GMT
D'Glenn asked me to post this. Yes, D'Glenn sir. Anything you say
D'Glenn sir. Just get the fucking flamethrower away from my tits!
Yesterday I went to lunch with Wyzyrd and Kytyn. (This is the full
report you asked for, Kytyn!) I was feeling really woozy from my
previous evening's entertainment, which was really really great
(anything that involves Roo is great, and get your minds OUT of
the gutter!) but which did involve loud noises and cigarette smoke.
In short, I was hung over. Anyway, so we had lunch, and I played
with our waitress a little bit....stuff like when she delivered
our dessert (banana splits) with the whipped cream all sloppy I
said "It's okay; we'll just LICK and SUCK all the cream off and
then you can take it back and do it again and again till you get
it right!" You know, she looked willing to do it too, but we forgot
and ate the sundaes before she could come back.
Anyway, then we went back to my house, where we encountered D'Glenn,
who FINALLY hauled his ass back from his trip. Wyzyrd and Kytyn seemed
very willing to schlep me back to their place to play, and I was
kind of considering it but still way too woozy to really want to
go any distance. So when they left, I hauled poor D'Glenn off to
his room. I don't know what I wanted, but I wanted it BAD.
Well, whatever it was, Glenn was determined not to give it to me.
And that man can TEASE! I was moaning and begging within minutes.
He just smiled, tied me up, and got out the alcohol.
Okay, kids, I know I said I wanted to be lit on fire, but I was
definitely NOT ready for this. I mean, it just wasn't a good time.
I was scared shitless....well, he lit me twice, once below/between
the breasts, and once on my inner thigh....I was not hurt but very
very scared. (For those who came in late, I'm VERY pyrophobic. VERY.)
When he came at me the third time, I had to beg him to stop.
Well, stop he did, but you don't think he was going to let me get
AWAY with that....uh uh. He just went to the kitchen and got the
jalapeno peppers.
First he anointed my nipples. Strange to say, I never felt a thing,
even though they are tremendously sensitive. Next, though, he rubbed
a good amount into my pussy, and then started rubbing my clit REALLY
hard. I started bucking, totally missing what was going on...I mean,
I knew what he had done, but it didn't have any effect on my nipples,
right? Duh. Within about a minute, my pussy got very hot. Very VERY
hot. So hot I was screaming....MUCH hotter than the flame had been.
Helpful Glenn went back to the kitchen and got an ice cube to apply
to my poor pussy. As he touched it to my lower lips, the cube
popped and literally exploded. The ice helped a little, but not much.
I thrashed and yelled for a while, with Glenn untying me bit by bit
so that I could get up and run if I needed to (but I felt like I
was literally on fire, so instead I was rolling all over....heh),
and then it slowly died down....ohhhhhh. I didn't say too much,
I just limped away....anything else would have been anticlimactic
after that. (At least, I THINK that's what happened.....as usual,
details are beginning to blur.)
Later that evening, a certain young man of my acquaintance stopped
by for a cuddle. (By the way, I give the best damn cuddle in the
Free State; rate sheets are available. ;) One thing, as it often
does, led to another, and we did some slow 'n' lazy dancing in the
sheets. Well. It started OUT slow and lazy. Then he discovered the
jalapeno oil residue.....my psychic ears actually heard a BANG! when
he climaxed. Heh heh....
My hangover was gone.......:)
I wouldn't mind doing the pepper thing again, and I certainly want to
try the flame thing when I'm in a better state of mind....this has
been a field report from your intrepid SM journalist, Lucky Loth.
You may now return to your previously scheduled degeneracy.
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