#134) Mood and Setting 1 – MILD SEXUAL CONTENT

Imagine we are back in college, assigned to work on an Econ project together. You come over to work on it Friday afternoon. As we work, a springtime storm gathers. Just as you’re ready to leave, it breaks the heavens open with a deluge.

“Stay for dinner,” I offer. “It’s just gonna be a simple salad and spaghetti…”

You agree, and help by setting the table. “How many places should I set?”

“Just us two, my roommates are all away for the weekend.”

The storm makes it feel close, humid. The steam from the boiling pot of water exacerbates the oppressive stickiness.

“Mind if I take this off?” I ask, gesturing to my flannel shirt. “I have underwear on…” You seem noncommittal, so I add, “I often go around naked here.”

“Your roommates don’t mind?” you inquire with a raised eyebrow.

“I think they already suspected me of being crazy, an artist, so no.” I take off the shirt, followed by my cut-off jeans.

“It is hot!” and you take off your top and jeans.

I open a bottle of red wine, pour two glasses, raise mine to toast, then draw a blank on what to toast to.

You improvise, “To getting Econ over with!” and we clink glasses.

As we dig into the simple but satisfying food, I add, “I have to confess, I hate Economics! Thanks for making it palatable!”

You let your guard down, answer my many questions about your background and interests and reciprocate by asking about mine.

You offer to help me do the dishes, we finish the one bottle and open a second, wander with our glasses into the living room. You look out the window, the deluge has lessened to just a downpour.

“Stay.”

“What?” you return.

“Stay. I’d like you to stay. The night. If you’d prefer to go, to get wet and catch cold, go. But I’d prefer you stay warm, and stay well, and stay with me…” You cut off any other words with a kiss.

The kiss becomes a make-out session, something I’ve longed for, something I’ve missed for so long, something I’ve fantasized about doing with you. Our tongues explore, our hands explore. I pull your underwear off and take you by the hand to my bedroom. You say that you need to go to the bathroom. I point the way from my bed, then listen. I find the noises you make in there sexy, a major turn-on. When you come out, you catch me with my hand in the cookie jar, actually in my panties, actually all the way inside my pussy.

“Getting started without me is rude,” you say with a smile.

“Yes, it was,” I sigh breathlessly, rolling over, keeping my fingers in my sex, but offering up my ass. “Punish me for it.”

You yank my panties down roughly. I think I hear them tear, turning me on all the more. They rest around my thighs, like I’m restrained by them, like I’m tied-up. You grab my wrists and hold them together with your left hand as it pins me to the mattress by pressing at my lower back. And then you start to punish me.

It’s immediately evident that you’ve spanked before. You gauge the consequences to fit the crime perfectly, read my body language as if by Braille. You spank me to the very brink of my endurance, until my toes are curling. Then you rub the heat you’ve imbued in my buttocks as you speak.

“You lied to me! You said if I stayed, we’d be dry and safe from the storm…” You part my pussy and diddle me for a divine moment for evidence. “But look at you! You are dripping wet! And it looks like a fearsome storm is about to blow-up…!”

Without warning, you start spanking again, harder now, driving the truth home, driving me mad with lust. To try to divorce myself from this reality, where I know I’ll climax in mere moments, I instead think about all the things I’d like to do with you, do to you, have you do to me. This, of course, just gets me all the hotter.

The rain beats down on the roof as I get wetter, thunder explodes outside, as smack after painful smack continue to rain down on my ass. An hour ago, I was thankful that our project didn’t turn into an all-nighter. Now I have a different kind of all-nighter ahead. But I can sleep the rest of the weekend.

5 responses to “#134) Mood and Setting 1 – MILD SEXUAL CONTENT”

    • I could not agree with you more than I do, Mr. Brownstone! It warms me to think that all over, couples are snuggling together, giving and getting spankings. It doesn’t warm me enough, however; everybody ought to have their person.

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