So Like.....

Wow....lame, but it's the best thing I can say about my scene last night. I'm so not one to 'kiss & tell'.....but I just can't keep this to myself. Grab The Wench, shove her across the room and not so gently up against a cross. Rip or cut off most of her clothes. (I do like stuff like that once in a while.) Knives, thuddy floggers, slappy things......moans, Oh Gods, quivery lower lip, smiles..... Toss everything back in the bag, untie her.....follow The Wench downstairs. Wrestle a little (I think she let me win)....laugh about the fact that I'm having troubles getting on the ill-fitting gloves. Stroking, sinking myself into her.....guidance, Oh god, more, sigh, smile......too intense. Wrestle a little more.....The Wench seems to have an appetite for my thin satin pants.....otherwise known as how to torture me with oral sex that is millimeters & worlds away from touching me. I have a major limit that I bent the hell out of last night. In honour & respect of my husbands' wishes, I don't have sex in mixed gender scenarios. If he can't watch, it's hardly fair to let some random guys I probably don't even know watch. So.....The Wench grabbed a blanket & we stuck the the letter of my limit. Soft moans, minor convulsions......grasping sheets.....ok that was nice. Moments later.....more, there, oh yes....thrashing, clawing, crying, laughing.....mind shattering orgasm(s). Softly holding each other, laughing.....damn it's 1AM and I have to leave and The Wench has to help clean up the dungeon. We kiss, we part, we promise more later.