I want to tell you about something that happened to me on Wednesday and Friday night. It is in no way connected to anything else that has been going on and I'm not sure he will feature again so I'm just going to throw it in and you can make what you will of it.
When out on Wednesday I met a very nice young man. There's a shock, I hear you cry. Good looking, young, blond, nice eyes (blue I think), not as tall as I like them but with these beautiful broad shoulders and strong arms. Attractive, funny, sweet and complimented me constantly. Some friends and I were in a bar and this man was there too. What shall we call him? The Banker? No, makes him sound too uptight, old and like he ruined the global economy single handedly. The Student? Yuk, no. Students have long hair and live in studio apartments. I shudder at the thought. No, Kept Women do not mix with students. Hmmmm... suggestions for his name in the comments section please.
He sought me out and flirted. He found out (not from I but from a meddling friend who wanted him for herself) that I had a boyfriend. He asked me to go home with him. I refused, balking at the thought of being so obvious in front of our, Alpha and my, friends.
That, I believed, was the end of it.
We bumped into each other at another bar on Friday. I had my game face on and gave as good as I got. We flirted with euphemisms for most of the night and he told me, depending on how things went, he may want to replace Alpha. How little you know, I thought, but loved the idea that he had barely met me but wanted to date me. Yes, the part of me that remembers the horror of the Captain told me to run but a quick shag can't hurt can it?
I ended up back at his and he quickly teased me into bed.
"No sexual connotations at all but the sofa cant be comfortable. Why don't you come and sit with me on the bed."
"No sexual connotations at all but are you cold? Why don't you climb under the covers?"
"No sexual connotations at all but that top, beautiful as it is, doesn't look comfortable. Why don't you take it off."
"No sexual connotations at all but..."
As you can imagine, it wasn't long before I was near enough naked. I love bedroom games. Especially when a fellow is bright enough to turn the air conditioning down to arctic and then gets you naked and under the covers in an effort to "keep you warm."
We made out for hours, just touching, teasing, stroking and kissing. Proper kissing. Snogging, pashing, smooching, tongues and all. God it was fun. It was like being fifteen all over again, when you spent for ever just making out without feeling too much pressure to move on to more adult pastimes.
I scratched and bit like a little fiend, rarely so turned on as I was then. I expected him at every moment to roll over and find a condom but the moment never came. Perhaps he though I was such the sexual aggressor that I would be the one to make the final move. Well I am but I like a man to be a man and not need to be asked.
The night ended with me giving him the blow job of his life. Everyone should have a talent and mine is certainly giving head. If only I could make legal and not grubby money from it I would be as rich as a nabob. I think he was most surprised when I swallowed. He had given me the tap just before he was about to cum and obviously expected me to pull back or hold and dash to the bathroom or spit or something. Remember what your mother said: it's rude to spit.
I escaped soon after, his lust sated but mine slow burning. We had agreed, periphrasticly, to meet for "lunch" the next day.
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I have never felt such a fire in my belly for a man. I arrived the next day in my best underwear, an Agent Provocateur set that would make the most jaded of eunuchs beg God for a second chance. My trousers came off quickly and he exclaimed at the underwear:
"God, this sight will go with me to the grave."
The compliments never really stopped, how great my breasts are, how tiny I was, how many positions we could do together (strong arms for he and slim body for she: great combination) and he continued to ask me about Alpha. Does he see me in this underwear, does he know how lucky he is, does he worship my breasts too?
Then, I in nothing but my knickers, he asks whether Alpha has proposed.
I want to lie. Desperately I want to lie.
"Yes, he's proposed."
"What did you say?"
"I said yes. The ring was very nice you see and it's hard to say no."
He rolls off me and away. I want to stuff the words back into my mouth. I want to block my mouth with my fist and scream.
Too late.
He won't touch a girl this deeply in a relationship. Wont go near her. One thing to sleep with a girl with a boyfriend, quite another to sleep with a girl with a fiance. There are some lines not to be crossed.
He says all this to me but his hands betray him. He is still touching and rubbing my breasts. Still stroking his hands up and down the flat expanses of my stomach. Still rubbing my pussy through the silk lace of my knickers which, holy Jesus, sends jolts of fire through my body.
We're just going to have to work a little harder for this tumble, I think.
I stretch, arch my back, display myself most fetchingly. I put my arms above my head, offer my breasts towards him, a physical supplicant, only needing him to hold my hands down and take me. I nibble at his sensitive ear lobes which he begs me to do again. I wrap my legs around his waist and show him how perfectly we would fit together. I use my nails to scratch a gentle trail of lust to his groin. I tell him my favorite positions and we act them out in a lewd pantomime that only inflames me further. I introduce him to a few of my favorites which he hasn't tried before and in a breathy voice tell him how this position makes it deeper, this position makes me feel tighter, this one makes me scream. I even tell him of the perfect moment, my favorite moment, moaning as if he is already inside me. He shudders and asks me to tell him again but still I can't budge him. I ride him, twitching and fluttering, simulating his favorite position and bring him to the point of orgasm but backed away at the last moment so he can't have the satisfaction I'm craving. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe I could get him to that point by barely touching him.He said "ok" every now and again as if finally succumbing but, again, never just reaching for the damn condoms and fucking my brains out.
I have never, ever, tried so hard to seduce someone and failed so miserably. Never. I was shaking, physically shaking, with lust but just unable to bring him up to scratch.
He told me he wanted to see me again but I have this feeling that was it. I think his fine honor will some how speak louder without the physical reminder that we would be so good together. I think over the next few weeks he will convince himself to do the right thing and steer clear of me.
There are a few lines from Molair's To His Coy Mistress that pops into my head when I think of him:
The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
It's a phrase that I often think of when boys and girls refuse to do what de Sade says is "as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other." The old pervert may have had some queer ideas about sex but this one's bang on.
Who knows what will happen now. He is away on holiday for the next few weeks and will decide whether he wants a night or two of passion with me whilst he is away. Let me repeat. After I made myself so maddeningly available he will decide if he wants me. A lowering thought indeed.
In the mean time The Kept Woman is sitting here with her teeth bared in un-sated want and desire. Time waits for no man and usually neither do I but I hate being denied what I want and part of me wonders how seductive I really am. What can you seduce a man away from? Honor? Morality? Does lust trump virtue? Certainly it does for The Kept Woman. What about you?
Responses and suggestions for our virtuous knights name to the comments section please.
What about Lancelot? A virtuous Knight who ultimately sleeps with the Queen. Hope you fuck this one KW it sounds like you would blow his mind.
ps. PLEASE hook up with the suit again.
Posted by: lbd | 07/07/2009 at 11:45 AM