I spit into my hand and lubed it up a bit more then lifted myself over it. It went in way too easy. The second it was in I was gone. It had been a few weeks. I was marinating in my own arousal during that time mainly because I always say I like to “do it up right”. I like to push, and push, and push at the edges of what turns me on. Wanking is for utility purposes. Not tonight. No this was infinitely different. This did not deserve to be ed masturbation. Oh no. This was dually a performance and an act of submission and slightly embarrassing and oh my god I had no concept of anything but just deep contentment and arousal. I’m not sure I made a sound as I finished. My ears rang and my head was woolen and thick and clouded. Bits and pieces of his gentle sleepy tone shuffled around in the haze: …“…sexy baby…” ….“was it worth the wait?” …..“you’ve got a bit of exhibitionist kink in you” And that prize, fuck me yes that prize that hangs like the brass ring on a carousel…that you reach for every time you complete the circle…and if you are lucky and your arms enough you can nab it… ……..”good girl.”