Surprise

"I have a plan for you tonight. But you'll need a blindfold because it's a surprise."

I'm embarrassed to say that hearing those words exhausted me. I envisioned something elaborate and complex. Blindfolds are usually reserved for days or nights when we have lots of time. They aren't for easygoing sex in the middle of the week.

"I don't think I can do it tonight," I said, with a defeated and dejected air. It felt horrible to say no to him. No is at least as common as yes these days. Which goes against the idea that we're open for business all the time. The sentiment is still there--I do want to be totally available. But right now it's not always possible.

After a few minutes of stewing I explained why I said no. That I couldn't get enough energy up for anything more than gentle. And then he explained that there was no big, elaborate plan. That it could be as easy or as intense as I wanted. So I agreed and headed upstairs to get naked and snuggle in the bed. And then he told me to get a scarf and blindfold myself, and that was almost a dealbreaker. Again, the thought exhausted me. It's not like the scarves are kept in the bedside table (though maybe they should be). This should give you some idea of how blah I've felt lately. Quickly he said he'd get it.

I got upstairs and saw my eyemask on the nightstand and decided that was a good a blindfold as any, especially since I wasn't planning on peeking. I stripped and climbed under the covers, eyemask on, and got comfortable on the pillows. A few minutes later D joined me and lightly stroked my belly and around my pussy. Slowly he worked what I thought was a fingertip down my seam until my lips opened slightly, and then he began to press on my clit and at the entrance to my cunt.

"You can look now." Slipping an eyepatch up, I glanced down and saw the tip of glass dildo starting to edge its way in. The sneaky boy had read my sex toy wish list and found a well-reviewed knobbly piece of glass with which to surprise me. Suddenly I was really excited. I decided to keep the blindfold on.

Slowly he worked it in and out, telling me how wet I was, how slick the toy had become. Some of its bumps hurt a little bit as they caught my soft flesh and dragged against it, pushing it into closer contact with my pubic bone. He relented, changed angles, and slipped the bulging tip over my g-spot for an orgasm that came more quickly that I expected.

"That's not all," he said. Again, I peeked, and he held another glass dildo, this one shaped less phallicly, with more knobs and bends especially for g-spot action. "Which one?" I told him to choose and slipped my blindfold back. He worked one into my cunt and slid the other over my clit, using both to make me come again.

As he took one away he brushed my thigh and it was the most incredible feeling. I asked him to please stroke me and pet me tenderly. His hands felt so wonderful, and I never knew where he was going to go next. My skin was begging for his touch, and all the while he continued to slowly fuck me with one of the dildos. My cunt ached for release and shortly the ripples and spasms began.

He told me he could smell my orgasm. He's never said that before. It sounded really weird to me, to be honest. When I asked what he meant, he just said that right as I came my scent became stronger. Those darn pheromones or something.

I found myself clinging to him afterward. I wanted to crawl into his lap and just let him hold me and fall asleep there. I need that more. We all need that more.

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