Chapter 06
I saw a movie once that I liked. A couple was having breakfast. They weren't married, and had spent the night together. She almost shouted, "I LOVE sex." He laughingly responded, "You certainly do."
That's how I felt completely. I LOVED what we were doing, I wasn't forced to do the things that I did. It's just that turning my lover on turned my sexual flame into a blow torch.
I'm telling you this now because I hope you'll stay with me after this chapter. I won't be surprised if how far I wanted to go is too far for you. We'll see.
I was hotter than ever before when I got home after our last time together. I wanted to come all the time. I also wanted something more than my memories.
He read porn all the time, and told me about scenarios that excited me. He tried to show me how to read on the net, but I was too frightened of being discovered. He said he'd think of something. A couple of days later, he said that he'd looked around in B&N and discovered an Erotic Literature section. As you'll see, this luscious temptation led to something even more daring later on.
I was frightened to death so I went to the bookstore at about 10 in the morning, hoping for no or only a few onlookers. I found the section while pretending to browse elsewhere. I raced in and found a compendium of The Best of YYYY.
Yikes!!! I forgot about CHECKOUT!!! It turned out to be easy. She bagged it without glancing at me. I ran home and came hard to the very first story. This was big. There were many Best of books in the section. I'd be supplied for a long time. It was so liberating.
When we talked, he kept apologizing for the things he had done to me. As much as I tried, he still had doubts. More than anything, I wanted to show him how much I loved what we had done. I knew that he wanted me to endure pain for him. Oh, I would and I would keep saying, "More". I knew that he loved it when I was willing to be dirty. Oh, I would, and I would lead us further into that.
As I thought about my desires, I decided that I had to go to a store that sold erotica. That really frightened me. I looked in the yellow pages and saw one that was in the gayborhood. It wasn't far from my house, but I doubted that anyone around it would know me. I parked several blocks away and scanned the street in front of it. Empty. It really looked sleazy, all surrounded with blackout curtains.
When I went in, a nice, pierced, tatted woman asked if she could help me. I said that I was just looking. There was a lot to look at, dildos which I expected, but many items that I didn't understand. Towards the back was what I'll call the pain section, which is really what I wanted. Some things were so severe that I didn't think I could handle them. I saw a display of leather bound sticks and cane-like instruments. I quickly selected one of the leather bound sticks (I've since learned that it's called a crop), and started to hurry out of there.
I was stopped by a display of clips. I knew that I needed to show him that I wanted to go further than we had so far so I stopped. Clearly, the clips were for nipples and other sensitive areas. I think I've already told you how sensitive my nipples are, but I was willing to give them to him. As you'll learn, that decision turned out to be the hardest and most painful that I could make. You'll learn more in later chapters. One display had 3 chains ending in rubber covered clips, Clearly they were meant for the nipples and labia (the clit?). I grabbed one of those and moved to the checkout. Again, the woman didn't look at me as she bagged my items and took my cash (no credit card charges for me).
I was almost giddy when I got home. I had done it! I was pretty sure he'd like my purchases. I was really tempted to try the new items, but I decided to experience them for the first time when I was in his hands. When he finally got to town for his next visit, I stuffed my new goodies into my black bag and headed to the hotel.
We melted into each other. I want to talk a little about our kisses. They were fiery. His lips are soft, yet caressing. His tongue, God, his tongue. It explores every part of my mouth. I always groan when he explores me. He always says, "You forgot, didn't you?" No, I could never forget, but it's hard to get instantly turned on without groaning.
I turned and reached into my bag.
When he saw the crop, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh my god."
I could tell that he knew that I meant to affirm one of his desires. I held it out with my palms turned upward, and said, "Please use this on me anywhere you want. I don't know how it feels. I didn't try it. I want to feel it first when you use it on me. Can we try it now?"
He sat down and said, "Undress for me." He stroked his cock as I did. When I finished, he said, "Lie on your stomach on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide."
He undressed. I could see that his cock was hardening. He came over, leaned down, and kissed me near my ear. He thanked me again and again and again.
I was not afraid this time, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't gagged. He began at the bottom of my thighs and continued up to my shoulders. It was a different pain than the hanger, not as sharp, more stinging. It hurt, but I felt that I could endure it.
When he finished, he said, Turn over. I did and, as I looked him in the eyes, I spread my arms wide. Again, he started at the bottom of my thighs and moved up. As he got near my pussy, I became really frightened. He passed it by.
When he got to my breasts, he didn't bring the crop straight down on them. He told me to sit up with my back against the headboard.
He said, "Put your hands behind your head, and push your breasts out."
When I did, he groaned at the sight of my waiting nipples. He struck them with the knotted end of the crop. It stung, but I actually felt it surge into my pussy at the same time.
