MY KINDA LOVER


 I had just posted a picture on My fan site when a message popped up from a new member. He went on and on about My eyes and the Wonder between My thighs. The fella said he had been following Me and working up the nerve to say hello. He swore he could satisfy all My needs. He loves a Lady in charge and lives to please. He doesn't mind how many others I'm with. Just to know Me would be a gift. He would spend each day upon his knees and shower Me in luxury.

Well, that was quite a testimonial but I am still shallow enough to want a picture. When it comes to lovers, I enjoy My eye candy. I waited for the image and I was shocked when it appeared. I would recognize the face of My former lover anywhere. It had been almost a decade since I last kissed his juicy lips. I remembered hours spent staring into his blue eyes, under the curtain of his ebony hair. 

Damn! He looked good. Just a few laugh lines marked the edge of time. His eyes still sparkled and his hair looked as silky as when I last played in it. We always had the most fun, whether it was in the bedroom or on the hiking trail. It could be public sex at the art museum or from behind during the Nine Inch Nail Show. We fell apart along the way but he still held a little piece of My heart. 

Another message asked, "Well, what do you think? Do I pass inspection?" I admit I was disappointed. We were going to pretend we didn't know each other? I hate games unless I'm paid to play them but I could play with the best of them. Never one to inflate an ego, I answered, "You'll do."

I demanded, "You will meet Me where I say and you best believe, you will pay." He could take that for the threat it was. He should realize he had fanned the flames of My temper.  Pretending that we were strangers was not the way to win points with Me.

I got reservations for a posh, French bistro and sent him the address. I put on a figure-hugging black dress, fishnet stockings, and red heels. I planned to have him melting the moment I sat by him in the restaurant. Our eyes met and memories came flooding back but I could see he was still acting like we were beginning our adventure. I had not forgotten how he screamed in ecstasy when I pegged his asshole. He was the first to taste My strapon. I tried not to frown and accepted the kiss he planted on My palm.

He whispered, "My Lady" and that was that. I exploded in anger. I shouted, "How dare you pretend that we weren't lovers? You said you would obey My every whim and I want you to get on your knees and lick the tops of My shoes. Right here where everyone can envy you." 

He blushed, so pretty, but he didn't speak. He just sat there, dumbfounded. Finally, he did as I said. I watched him with an evil grin, irritated that he had still not explained his actions. I decided I would put him through the wringer. He made declarations and I planned to hold him to them all. As he sat back in his chair, I noticed his erection. I knew how to push his buttons, and I was pleased that I could still control him so easily. I laughed in his face.

I turned to the waiter who was nervously waiting on the sidelines. I ordered an expensive meal and made sure My friend got the bill. Under the table, I toyed with his leg as My big toe crept its way up to his groin. My foot absorbed his hardness and I snickered. I noticed an alcove in a dark corner of the bistro. I nudged My playdate and said, "Follow Me." 

I moved into the darkened corner and waited for the warmth of his body. Our mouths connected and I was filled with electricity. The excitement, that anyone could see, transported Me. I pressed him against the wall and ground against him while I stroked him over his pants. He moaned in My ear when his time came near. I snapped, "Back off boy. You have to wait. I'm not finished with our date."

We returned to the meal, then hurried home with lustful zeal. I tied him to My bondage bed, then climbed aboard his lovely head. I squirted in his gifted mouth before I put his cock inside My pussy. The feeling was like rapture. My kinda lover rocked all night. He endured My tests with sheer delight. 

He never spoke about our past, just worshipped Me through every task. I let it go for the moment. The sex was just too good. He was My kinda lover in the ways that mattered. I would leave his silence for another time. For right now, it was fine. Punishment can be so sweet so My kinda lover got a treat. Forty whacks to his back then between My legs for a snack. My kinda lover dropped a smile. I think I'll keep him for a while. 



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