Monday, October 15, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007

your essence

... it's so hot & so I took out my black Spanish fan at dinner. Your perfume wafted around me, caressing me, enfolding me... (I had idly taken some samples of "Allure" & "Terre" while biding my time at the Duty Free shop, placing the papers in my bag, next to my fan).
and oh ! it intoxicates me more than the wine, making me heady, distracting me from the conversation (I stole another of my mother's old wooden pinces à linge ....) as it sets off an immediate & complete sensory response to your pheronomes —I'm gushing—reminding me so of your presence, of your skin, & of the deep caress as you cradle my head as you kneel towards my mouth...

*X*

Un secret

Ma belle princesse perverse,
Ton aventure au MK2 me remplit d'aise... Tu es vraiment une cochonne intersidérale et j'aime beaucoup l'idée que tu te sois faite baisée dans les chiottes homme d'un cinéma de centre commercial à l'abandon, comme la dernière des trainées. Il faut vraiment que je vienne te corriger : tu me raconteras chacun de tes gestes obscènes sur cet Habilis et pour chaque geste, je t'infligerai une punition. je puis déjà te dire que la fellation que tu lui as très certainement offert te vaudra 20 coups de cravache particulièrement appuyés.
Je t'embrasse, ma princesse cochonne. * Mon si beau Maître_Phallus,
Je vous demande de bien vouloir me pardonner pour mon comportement scandaleux pendant ton absence. 


Voici les faits : Un secret
MK2 Beaugrenelle


13h20 I stand in the sun eating my sandwich when H. walks quickly up to me, kissing me directly. We go inside & he buys the tickets. Taking my hand, we descend the stairs to Salle 4, noticing that most of the toilettes are out of order. He leads me to a far back corner & we settle in. 

I throw my jacket over the seat in front of us, hanging it down to use as a cover for our illicit activities. The previews are playing, the lights are still on, people entering & finding their seats, but this doesn't stop him from slipping his fingers into my panties to check my wetness. Quite pleased, he begins to caress my clit while he grabs my tits. He pushes my legs apart when the lights go down, sliding his fingers deep inside me. I refrain from leaning my knee on the seat in front of me, afraid to vibrate or wiggle the whole row. A man gets up & moves way down to the front. 
He unzips his pants, pulling out his swollen cock. Caressing each other, watching our reactions. "Suck my cock" he orders, & I pretend to be reluctant so he pulls my head to his lap. His cock slides in my mouth, filling it. As the excitement mounts, he wants to fuck me. He pulls on his pants & leaves the salle & I follow him out.
Most of the toilettes are out of order, except the men's in Salle 2. We step inside the stall, hoping the light will come on as we lock it, but we find ourselves in pitch black. I hear him unzip his pants, fumbling for the rubber. 
"Present yourself !" he orders, as I slip my panties down & lift up my skirt, bending over the toilet, bracing my hands against the wall. He thrusts into me & I bite my lips to keep from crying out, a few murmurs escaping my lips as he plunges into me. We silently fuck in the dark. I slide further down until I come. 
"I want your mouth", he whispers, so I sit on the toilet as he rips off the rubber & I open my lips as he pumps gently into my mouth until he pulls away, his cum splattering onto the tile floor. I can feel some on my hands & in my hair - later I see traces on my sleeve. He cracks open the door to let in some light. I wipe my hands with some TP and then wipe off his still throbbing cock that faces me. "Yes..." he says approvingly. 
We dress, and he goes out first. I follow. Walking thru the lobby, the ticket agent is surprised by our exit. "Vous partez déjà ?" she asks. I reply " Nous avons pas accroché au film." as we gaily push open the glass doors towards the sunlight. 

Je vous embrasse mon Maître,
ta princesse cochonne