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Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,202,100
Next Level: 1,209,937
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I had been on the road all week - meeting after meeting in town after town. Every place was the same - same fast food chains, same hotel chains, same products from small companies thinking they were big shits on the stage.
I had enough of kissing ass for the week - and knew going home I needed some release.
Every time I go out on the road one of my friends will tease me about having a 'man in every port'. Truth is I'm usually so tired, I get dinner and take it back to my room and collapse. Only a few times had I given in and slept with a stranger - always to wake up alone the next morning, get dressed, get packed, and head to the next cookie cutter town with cookie cutter lines.
The key slid into the deadbolt, and with a quick turn - I was home. The shoes came off, the hair went into a clip, my suit crumpled in the dry cleaning pile. Relief - no panty hose, no heels - no one to bother me.
The phone rang. "Hey hun, you home finally?"
"No you're talking to an interactive answering machine. What do you think?"
"heh. Why don't you come on down to the bar tonight - I'll buy your drinks."
"Will you be there?"
"Well yeah," said the voice on the other end. "How else am I supposed to buy your drinks?"
"Sorry - think I'm going to have to pass"?.
I always did that to him. The nice guy who just didn't have what I wanted. Sure we'd phoned a few times, been to dinner. But he didn't interest me. Too vanilla, too plain, too ordinary.
The phone rang again. Dammit I thought?
"HELLO" I said angrily?
"Um this is the office - we have a delivery that was made for you this afternoon - but since you weren't home they dropped it here?"
I threw on my sweats and hiked down to the office.
"Fed Ex too lazy to climb the stairs again?"?.
"Well this time it wasn't Fed Ex" said the office assistant?.and led me to the conference room reserved for residents.
The door opened and at least three dozen bright latex helium balloons awaited.
I knew instantly who they were from.
"The card just said - secret admirer - have a 'blast'"
I laughed, thanked her - and gathered all the strings?ready for the short hike back to the apartment.
The complex kids all watched. I gave one to the little girl downstairs - large pink balloon.
It was difficult pushing them all in the door. I'd take a few at a time and release them inside - then a few more - til my living room was completely full.
I twirled through the streamers, letting each one fall, careful not to let the balloons pop too soon?. But I gathered them all eventually and pulled them back to my bedroom where the clustered in together tighter.
I pulled off my sweats and lay on the bed, pulling down a half dozen or so, tying them together, tying them to the bedposts, wallowing in them. I always loved being engulfed in them, rolling in them like a child on a grassy hillside.
They pressed against my thighs, my belly, under my back, on my breasts. I rested my head on one and pulled a yellow one between my thighs. I tightened around it, then released, pulled it back in so that it massaged my clit. MMMMMM?.
I wrapped my legs around the balloon and held it tightly against me - but then the one under my back burst, stinging my skin. Oh that was the part I liked - the unexpected sting slapping against my skin.
But that one explosion, that one victim set off a chain and my writhing and touching and my pleasure began to increase - and one by one the few balloons that I'd so carefully tied to the bed all began to fall victim to my appetite.
When they were gone I pulled a red one down from the ceiling. I pulled the others closer in so that the formed a curtain over the bed. Among the ruins of their predecessors, I knelt over the red balloon and began to grind into it slowly. Like a lover I'd not seen in ages I fucked it, feeling myself moist against the latex, juices softly dripping down, staining and soaking my sheets. At the moment that I came - BLAM another explosion, this one under me - stinging my clit.
I pulled down two the next time - a blue and a purple. I knelt on the purple as I'd done the red, and pressed my chest in to the blue one - pressing the hardened nipples into it - watching it change shape, and morph, coming back to it's bulbous original shape.
And then the sting, shards of latex spitting into my face, hitting my chest and my cheek and my lips. The Blue one underneath, now nothing more than fragments, with my thighs red and scorched from the friction and broken balloon.
I was spent from my first round?. laying back to survey the damage I'd wrought. A dozen or more had gone this way - with the bed and floor covered in their corpses.
Lying my head on a pillow I pulled an orange balloon, dangling its little card.
From your secret admirer
"Yes," I thought. "I definitely have to send myself balloons more often."
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