|
My Party by Lothie
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
From: [email protected] (Lothie)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: My Party
Well, it was my birthday, so I thought I'd have a party.
I wonder, sometimes, if I should even bother to acknowledge I HAVE
a birthday. When I had my first child, I decided to give birthdays
up, but my friends and family won't let me. However, I sometimes wonder
if there isn't a Birthday Jinx Spirit out there waiting to get me when
I DO celebrate it. Last year, on the actual date of my birthday, my
ex-lover came over and spent several hours on my sofa in my living room
necking. Necking with his new girlfriend, that is, with no explanation
to me as to why he was there. I was bummed. This year, I was in the
midst of another fairly bummy situation, and I was beginning to wonder
if this were a trend. Well, I had this party planned, so I figured that
partying was what I would do.
I haven't asked anyone's permission to post about this, so I won't
mention anyone's name. I'll just describe their nipples. *grin*
The idea behind my birthday parties is that I cook dinner, so I did.
F brought dessert, yummy, and A brought a vegetarian main course so
that she and D'Glenn could both eat. We munched and digested and
smiled at each other, and I opened presents. And then I suggested that
we go downstairs and play. The rack was still set up in our dungeon,
gee, how sad, and we had play equipment a-plenty, so no prob.
B, who is a total playslut (I say this with great respect and admiration)
volunteered to warm up the air a little bit by going first. This was
fine with me, since I was quaking in trepidation at the thought of getting
29 birthday spankings from a dozen people. So I sat on the sofa between
A and D, and A pinched and stroked my nipples (or sometimes just held
my hand) while D snuggled me, kissed me and even (oh MY) stroked my
pussy.
It's wonderful to watch B en scene, because she's so....well, she....
um. She MOVES. She jiggles. She gets everyone very hot. But there is
one problem that really needs to be corrected about the way she
bottoms.....
.....She speaks in Ewok. I mean, seriously, she started to say "Yub yub!"
The entire room broke up several times, but boy, was it fantastic. The
top, K, ended the scene gracefully after a while, but by that time
everyone was Very Tired. Well, I was, anyway. A bunch of us adjourned
back to the living room to sit around and talk some more, and eventually
the party broke up. I didn't feel at all sad about not getting spanked;
I had had a great time.
But then I turned to A, and I reminded her of something I had told her
earlier. See, my Master, well he...um, he...well. He told me that he
would LOVE some pics of A and me together. Doing ANYTHING, from just
sitting there to, well, X-rated stuff. Of course, he hadn't told HER
this, and she was a bit surprised. But when I mentioned it again, and
assured her that I just needed ONE little photo and she didn't have to
DO anything, she grinned evilly...and stripped off her dress.
I gasped. There she was, in a black lace merry widow and panties. I had
already been aware that she was wearing stockings with garters, because
I had been playing with them. But, um, well, when I saw this, I was
instantly...very aroused, yeah, that's it.
She had me lie back on the couch and started to lick my pussy, and told
D to go ahead with the camera. *snap* *snap* And then she stopped and
sat up. I stared at her and started to whimper. "Next pose!" She
started sucking my nipples. *snap* *snap* And she sat back again.
"You STOPPED!" I said.
"You didn't say you WANTED anything but the photos," she pointed out.
"B-but A," I pointed out, "Master is gonna think that there's something
going on between us that just ISN'T...." She didn't seem concerned. I
was so annoyed that I pulled her over my lap and spanked her ass. *snap*
Everyone else had left by then, and A, D, and I sat down on the couch.
Someone had flushed the toilet wrong and the tank was running continuously,
and I remarked on that and said I'd fix it when I went to bed. "Let's
do it now!" said A, and jumped up. I followed her up the stairs, took
the top off the tank, and fished around inside. Just as I finished,
I heard D's voice saying "Turn around, ladies!" A and I turned to look
at him. *snap* Oh great. A in her merry widow, I in my silk sleepshirt,
bending over the toilet. Master's gonna LOVE that one.
About what happened next, I'm gonna be vague cuz it was, um, personal,
but suffice it to say that I did finally get tied up. Not spanked,
though. Not that I'm complaining. I was on a mission from Goddess which
involved keeping D awake because of a weird work schedule, and I think
A and I did an adequate job. Eventually, around 5:30 or so, I fell
asleep, curled around A, who is definitely Goddess in one of her most
delicious forms.
I was supposed to go to another party the next evening, but I knew I'd
never live through it, so I had to cancel. (Sorry guys, really, I was
looking forward to it.) I've been sick a LOT lately and I just didn't
have the oomph. I sat around and talked to A until she left (long,
wistful *siiiiiiiiigh*) and then I got a call from P, who was staying
at F's house, about doing something with them.
We went to the Air and Space Museum downtown, and it was very much like
a drug trip for me. Everything was very intense, very funny, very, well,
there. We only saw about a third of the museum because I pretty much
collapsed, but the general idea was to get out, so it was no biggie.
On the way downtown P and I scared some nice older women who had
never seen bisexuals before. I dunno why; it's not like we were doing
much of anything. I mean, maybe a little holding hands or kissing or
something, but nothing major. F seemed a bit embarrassed too though,
so maybe we were misbehaving and just didn't realize it. I was in pretty
much a "Fuck You Hunneee" attitude by the time we hit the Mall, so we
did more handholding and even some (*gasp*) squeezing. I can't help
it that P is so squeezy.
When we got back to F's place we ate some Chinese (I mean, the food),
which I stayed awake for. I really did. I know I did. And then P and
I decided to take a bath in F's hot tub, and for some reason when I
got into the water I felt full of energy. I'm not going to go into
THAT, either, cuz it's personal (I used to be much more tell-all and
I've learned my lesson, *sigh*), but I do think I'm starting to get
over my fear and shyness with women. Heh.
Eventually I collapsed in F's bed and slept for a while. P wanted me
to spend the night, and I would have except that I hadn't warned
Wildstar that this might happen, and the kids would be upset if they
expected to see me and I wasn't there. Next time, P. I pwomise.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who came for helping to celebrate my
bday and my and Wildstar's anniversary (yup, it's been five years,
and he's still sane!) (more or less) (I think). We'll have to find
another excuse soon again.....
**Lothie, and again and again and again
|
|
