Shame

It's funny when one makes a conscious effort to do something against the norm and then feels a heightened sense of doing something wrong during execution.

He mentioned he wanted to see the movie Shame and I immediately planned it out in my head we would see it at night and I would go without a bra. I didn't tell him this and he is probably finding out about this as he reads this blog post.

Walking in public with no bra on makes me wonder if people can tell. I'm not small chested at all but I was also wearing a hoodie. I really didn't care. The theater was old with character and the seats were worn out. When the lights went down I pulled my hoodie off and nestled against his chest with his arm around me. My breasts were nearly spilling from out of my Victoria Secret undershirt with a lace trim along the bottom and I find this a bit of a distraction while the previews played. Yes, even my own cleavage makes me want to grab at them. Every so often I would find a reason to brush my fingertips across the exposed flesh.

During movie there are scenes that caused me to squirm. I would grab the inner seam of his thigh when something really moved me as my thighs squeezed together. The one scene that really caused a reaction was when the main character, Brandon was in a bar trying to seduce a young woman. He was talking dirty to her while pushing his fingers between her legs and we all knew he was fingering her. The fact that Brandon was well hung didn't hurt either but him talking filthy was what sealed the deal for me.

After the movie I was flushed and quiet. Scenes were replaying in my mind over and over. I miss words in my ears. I miss getting off by someone talking filthy to me. It has been far too long. I ache for it like an addict. I need a fix and I'm at the point of desperation. Bruce has been busy and the problem with having the best is settling for anything mediocre. I guess I'm not that desperate yet.

We lay in bed and he is not really much of a talker when we engage physically with each other. We had kissed deep and his hand was between my legs and pushed into my panties.

"You liked that bar scene in the movie," he whispered against my lips.

I gasped in both surprise and arousal. He spoke. His fingers pushed in near my g-spot.

"I can see you in a bar letting some guy finger you while he spoke dirty to you," he spoke against my cheek and closer to my ear. He hit my g-spot and caused me to come. The fluid flooded out as I clung to him.

I could see the image he played out for me and I wanted it. I wanted to live that out, feel and hear it all.

I wanted to tell him that was my favorite scene in the movie but I couldn't formulate words. Before I could even think about speaking, my head was buried in the pillows with him fucking me from behind.

I pick up on subtlety and details. I like a slow and long seduction that is dripping with arousal. I like word play. I want to play a deviant game of chess and it's your move. Use your brain and mouth, not your appendages.

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