 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Vic at on 24.10. at 18:05:15 A week ago was our first weekend with the house back to ourselves, and Marie had a nice surprise in store for me. I got home from work just after dark, finding a box sitting on a chair in the front hall for me. An attached note said- "Dress as you should, then come upstairs. Now." In the box was my black unitard and my black leather Bloch slippers (from "drawer #3"- the place in the dresser where we store our playtime attire!) I did as the note said (who wouldn't?!) and went upstairs. We live in a 115 year old Victorian brick home, so the ambiance is simultaneously creepy and romantic. I opened the door to the room where Marie's mom had been staying (the house large master bedroom) to see my beloved Marie, awash in the glow of about 3 dozen little "tea candles", placed around the room. She's wearing footless black tights, no top, and her black leather Bloch slippers. "I thought we should reclaim our space" she says. "This ought to suffice." The only object in the room was our weight bench on a small rug. (The room was our exercise room prior to her mom moving in, then out). She motions me to the bench, signaling for me to lie down upon it. She reaches into the closet behind her, pulls out a pair of scarves, and snugly ties my wrists to the upright supports of the bench! The large windows are all open, a gentle sweet autumn breeze wafting through. Reaching into the same closet, Marie pulls out a small pair of scissors. Silently, my beloved Marie pulls the clingy fabric out away a little from my crotch, snipping out a bit. I let loose a small gasp, to which she responds with her right index & middle fingers pressed upon my lips. "Shh- not yet.."- she whispers. Marie again reaches into the clost behind her, pulls out a small plastic squeeze bottle of honey. (The kind shaped like a little bear- cute!) My beloved parts the new slit in my tights, sets free my now- throbbing penis, and drenches me in honey. Immediately, she pops me into her mouth, savoring the sweetness and the hair-trigger response yet to "come". Your's truly, not being made of steel, is barely able to withstand this profound pleasure. My beloved Marie, always able to tell when I'm right on the edge, pauses for a moment, kisses my lips (still sticky with honey sweetness) while clenching me tight in her hand, then whispers in my ear- "Make some noise." Three more good, solid pumps of her dear head, and yes, my friends, I made a substantial noise! Afterward, we treated ourselves to a good hot shower (still in our tights and slippers!) where I ripped open my dear Marie' tights and gave her as good a tongue-lashing as she's given me. Mmm-mm-good!! We both slept soundly that night, I can promise! Hope life is good for all of you as well- Vic P.S.- Soon to post tights-related story of the wedding we went to this past weekend. Weird & entertaining! Answers to this message: |
