“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
Last night, 10 pm on the dot, Master and I go to bed.
It’s all very routine and repetitive.
So we’re lying there, side by side, he with his book, some weird sci-fi something or other, propped on his chest, me with the latest Dean Koontz propped the same way. As we do every night. The house is quiet, as it is every night. (Except for the clatter and bang of the cats destroying as much as is felinely possible before morning.)
Master sniffles. I cough. He fluffs his pillow better under his head. I put on more chapstick. He double checks his alarm. I rub lotion on an itchy spot on my arm. And then, for 15 or 20 minutes there is nothing, no sound or movement save the soft swish of pages turning as we both get into our books.
When all of sudden Sleepless in Seattle comes to mind. Specifically the bedroom scene between Meg Ryan and Bill Pullman. If you’ve seen the movie you’ll know what I mean. Kleenex and… routine.
And I had a sudden vision of us, Master and I, in 20 or 30 years, having the exact same bedtime routine. For 30 years. Thirty YEARS.
I turned and looked at Master. I watched him read (I like to watch him read. His face is very expressive). Finally, he sensed me staring at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing.”
“Okay.” He went back to reading. I kept staring, still seeing kleenex and routine.
He turned back to me again. “What??”
“We should fuck.” I said.
He hesitated a half a beat. “Okay!” He grinned and yanked off the covers. We both scrambled out of our underwear (and why and when did I stop going to bed butt naked?? I’d never been allowed clothes in bed) and I slid down to hurry him into an erection with my mouth.
It started off as a very simple blow job. But before I knew it, he had his fist tangled in my hair, and was thrusting his pelvis up into my face. As his cock stiffened, he was soon jabbing down my throat, pressing and grinding my face into his groin, until I sputtered and choked.
SO out of practice. I never would have believed that being face fucked was a skill that slips away when not used. But it is. My lips got in the way, my throat closed, I forgot how to breathe. I couldn’t find a rythm that matched his. Thankfully, he wasn’t set out to face fuck me to completion, merely to full erection. Soon enough, he’d flipped me over and was inside of me. But even that part? Out of practice.
For real, I was in a pathetically unprepared state. Whereas he came roaring out of the gate, set upon some heavy, s&m-fueled fucking, I was struggling to keep up. I’d expected a rather lazy, slow fuck given how close to sleep we’d been. What I got was an energetic, groping, squeezing, pinching, mauling, pounding fuckfest.
Not that I’m complaining. I was just.. shocked. And a step behind him all the way through.
Finally, he had me on my knees, face planted on the mattress, with my arms pulled behind me, my hands in his, like horse reins, a position that allows for maximum depth and forceful pumping, one of those that slams the grunts out of you cuz you can’t quite help it, before coming inside of me.
Then he rolled over, propped his book back up and went back to reading. While I tried to catch my breath and push my hair out of my face and capture the semen running down my thighs and untangle myself from the blankets.
All in all, thumbs up, man.
I cannot think of any reason why we stopped doing that.
~cunt
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Friday January 9th, 2009 10:34am
Excellent!
:)
huh… I guess sometimes you just have to pull yourself out of the rut by force. Or, in your case, attempt to slowly crawl out and get dragged the rest of the way out by your hair :O)
Good for you!!!
YAY!
Even if you were out of practice, I’m glad you got some libido back, girlie :)
Kaya, I love that quote, he is one of my favourite poets. :)
I think that you hit the nail on the head.
Excellent post, seems you finally found your libido. :D
Warm hugs,
Paul.
~whew~!! I think that got some of my libido back! You go girl!
If I had something more eloquent than “yay” I would say that. Since I apparently do not…
yay!
Fantastic!
Kaya,
YOU GOT FUCKED!!!!!! Yahooooooo!!!! You got taken like a slave!!!!! Yippee!!!!
Cool.
Dave
It doesn’t matter why you stopped. What matters is that you’ve begun again. Good for you both.
hugs, swan
glad to hear you had a nice fuck fest.
:D
Terrific! I’m so glad to hear this. Oftentimes, if I’m feeling ‘not in the mood’ I’ll…pretend. Go at it whole hog, determined to be the best seductress I can be. Before long, I’m ready and willing myself.
Best wishes in the hopes that you two quit not doing that. :D
I have been reading for awhile and might have commented before but not that often. This post made me laugh out loud in joy for both of you! Hope you two keep it up!
keep fucking you will get back in sync soon enough.
yeah for you girly girl!
hugs,
Hisflower
lol.. not yeah, but yea…lol.. duh!
hugs again,
Hisflower
nice going u two now don t forget how it is done lol
A break from routine is good!!!!!! When M and I got together, probably like you, that would have been our routine, and the quiet night a break from it. One of our favourite songs is ‘we have all the time in the world’…..which is what makes the shift in routine more than ok….and what I thought of you both when you said you looked at him and could imagine you doing the same thing in 20 or 30 years.
love and hugs xxx
Ha! Glad to hear it. I was grinning from ear to ear when I finished reading this. It’s funny how the threat of long-term complacency can jumpstart things. Here’s hoping you guys continue to get your groove back. There will probably be more bumps in the road because that’s what life is, right? A series of bumps with moments of smoothness in between. You just can’t take the smoothness for granted or ignore it by focusing too hard on the bumps.
Regardless of why it was stopped, at least it’s started again!!
I like the horse reins position too. =)
I am definitely going to have to try this tactic….hope it works out as well as it did for you!
Good for you two!!!!
yippie skippy!!
i am profoundly pleased for you that he choose to take you in “that” way…a reminder of who you both are..
you’ll get your groove back..it was on winter hiatus!
~nik
ps…i know just what you mean about the nite clothes!! How does that happen?? other than the freakin’ freezing weather we get up here!
Sorry, but am I the only one that can’t get the kleenex scene out of my head?
Omg kaya,
That was wonderful… I am so glad that you got out of your funk. I so understand the bedtime routine.. sleepless in Ontario here. We are in a huge funk.
Anyway … hopefully i will get out of it.
kylara{KK}
kaya,
I just wanted to wish you a very Happy Birthday.
May you have many more and the spankings that come with them.
I would have sang happy birthday but that probably would have resulted in you and your readers having to beg Fyre to keep me gagged. Oh wait, He likes begging, I like being gagged. I think I missed a win/win opportunity there. Oh well, maybe next year
Have a wonderful day
jewel`
Oh! This is a great post!! I say it again, you’re a superb writer and as endearing as this post is, it’s hot. What’s up with this: “I never would have believed that being face fucked was a skill that slips away when not used. But it is.” I KNOW! Why is that? Weird.
In other news, I put a bunch of naughtey pics and am leaving today, in about two hours, to add more to the collection. I’m worried.
xoxx
Wait wait, today is your birthday? I thought that wasn’t for a while still! I’m too lazy to go look up the last birthday-related post, so I will wish you a very happy birthday and happy fucking!
Happy birthday, kaya!
Happy Birthday sweetheart :)
kaya got her grooove back
excellent — just fucking excellent!
I know I’m a year and a half later, and prolly more than a dollar short, but I want to address your 30 year comment,maybe give you a little sumptin to smile about or look forward to…My 28th anniversary is tomorrow, and things are better now than they’ve ever been. I got rid of the kids, and we watched the “Secretary” three weeks ago. Saturday night is when all our kids are usually gone to friends…I’ve spent the last two weeks sitting in church with a sore ass and a goofy smile on my face. I know that’s small time stuff to you, but hey, as long as you can still surprise each other, 30, hell, 40 years ain’t nothin”.