We've had a huge fight ... not sure what it's about this time ... doesn't matter anyway ... we need to have these every so often to clear the air. We are both fiercely independent, strong-willed and dominant.
You were already dressed and ready to go to the party ... all I heard was the door slam and your truck start ... "I guess we'll meet there," I think to myself.
This just feeds my desire for you. You weren't willing to let me play with you before the party, making me wait, making me want you even more ... oh you were willing to touch me but you wouldn't let me touch you which is what I truly desire. I had to keep my hands, mouth and tongue to myself while you touched me. You were wearing the harness and my cock ... teasing me with it ... you've learned how to use it with me ... I beg for it now ...
It was a mixed party .... straight, gay, bi and lesbian ... most of them knew our situation and were in similar situations. We were with like-minded individuals who also needed to keep a secret. This was a place where anything goes and it often did.
We were lovers at one point but decided that it was too restrictive and implied a commitment that neither one of us could maintain. We didn't see each other that often although we worked in the same field. We tried not to be at the same events too often because I couldn't help watching you and you couldn't help teasing me.
You enjoyed my discomfort immensely. The looks and the touches were always very subtle. Sometimes even going so far as to sit beside me and then casually rubbing my leg with yours, touching my upper thigh or resting your arm along the back of my chair. You were very good at it. Sometimes my arousal got so intense I would have to leave to find a washroom to get off. Sometimes it would help. Sometimes you would follow me to help me with my release.
You had decided to wear a business suit with a short tight skirt revealing your incredibly strong legs and beautiful ass, a bit of a heel, a blouse that exposed your amazing shoulders and arms and a bra that accentuated your exquisite breasts. No wonder I was drooling! Geez! It really wasn't fair that I had to share you with everyone.
Even though you were femmed up, you always have this aura of confidence and strength. You are NOT the weaker sex! There were a few guys and a few women who thought that you might be a push over when you were femmed up. That was their first and last mistake with you. They got nowhere except forever on your shit list. Idiots!
I wore a tight-fitting pair of jeans with a button-up shirt. I was going commando tonight because I was wearing my harness and the cock that you liked to be fucked with. I was going to the party to either fuck you or fuck someone else. My preference was always to fuck you.
If you were still pissed with me, then I would find someone else who was willing to take it. This never made you very happy. Very rarely did I end up fucking another woman and if I did, they never got off. You might let me start, but you never let me finish them. You liked watching, but you liked participating much, much more.
You liked the way I fucked you. It took me awhile and took some very pointed instruction on your part but the first time you came with me fucking you was amazing. It's only gotten better. I've learned how to draw it out for you so that your orgasm is even more intense.
Training someone properly takes a lot of work and you just aren't willing to share that with anyone. Your motto is: always leave the woman wanting more. My motto is: always leave the woman satisfied and she will want more.
I arrive at the party and it's busy. I recognize a lot of people ... most I don't know by name ... most of us don't want to share that information for obvious reasons.
I immediately head for the kitchen and the host. I've had a crush on her for years. We've played a bit but nothing serious. She is petite, 5'3", dirty blonde and has a body that is hard and soft in all the right places. I come up behind her and give her a hug. She presses herself against me and rests her head against my shoulder turning around slowly.
"You're packing tonight, eh? I like this size ... what is it 7-1/2" this time?" She grabs it in her hand and fondles it. "Had a fight with Marnie? You only pack when you are seriously pissed off with her." She knows me well.
I smile with a wolfish grin and kiss her hard, pressing myself into her. "Oh no you don't ... you'll only get to tease me and then she'll come and take you away." But she does kiss me back. This just adds fuel to the fire. "But maybe I'll watch you two this time. The last time you were like this, you had half the party watching you two and the other half fucking each other's brains out because it was just too erotic for words."
I look at her in surprise. She just looks at me. "You didn't realize that did you? When you two are together it's like no one else is in the room. You both don't seem to see anyone but each other. The electricity between the two of you is palpable."
"Come, dance with me." I ask. We move comfortably into each other's arms. This way I can fondle and look at the same time. Although, not too much fondling ... Karin's partner is never far away and although the agreement between the two is that they can play, no buttons get undone, no clothes get taken off and definitely no hands inside anything! This actually works for me anyway. I go to these events to get warmed up for Marnie.
I need to calm myself down before I see her. Besides, I know she'll be looking for me and I'm not quite ready. I want to watch and play a lot more before I get my dessert.