Just an Average Night

by Julie butterfly

 

I begin to prepare for your arrival home just after 2 pm. I am wandering around our apartment, still wearing my nightgown and starting to get your dinner started. I know all of your favourite foods and spices, and I have started working my magic to satisfy your stomach as only I can. Once your dinner is placed in the oven, I start getting myself ready for you.

I take a long bubble bath, making sure to shave my legs extra- close for you, you hate the feeling of stubble poking through my expensive Silk Stockings. I shave my bikini line so that I will look enticing in my French-Cut Panties that you picked out for me last week. Thinking about you starts to get my blood boiling and I pinch and twist my nipples lying in the bubbles.

Then I think of the time, and force myself to stop, you'll be home in an hour and here I am playing with my titties. With a sigh, I get out of the tub and towel myself off and leave the steamy bathroom in my towel, turban and fuzzy slippers. Less than an hour to make myself beautiful for you. First things first, I think. My pink toenail polish has started to chip off in spots, so a new coating is in order. I put the cotton balls between my toes and re-do them (with a deep love for you in my heart). I put the same colour on my fingernails and wait patiently for everything to dry as I think of the night ahead.

To some it might seem I'm going overboard for you – but you make me so happy that it gives me untold pleasure to make you smile. I've tried to outdo myself every night for you. And the smile you give me makes it all worthwhile. I pull myself out of my reverie and go about applying my makeup – just the way you like, dramatic eyes, red blushing cheeks and sultry red lips.

I put on the sexy pink panty and bra set that you bought me for my birthday, and the matching garter and stockings. A black translucent negligee completes the outfit I won't put on my 4 inch black heels for a while. I know you like the way they make my ass look, but they are hard to get around the kitchen in,

I finish preparing your dinner, and have it ready for you with minutes to spare. Quickly I go and check my makeup and outfit – uncork your favourite wine and go to the couch to await your arrival. When I hear your footsteps coming down the hall, I get into the pose that I had thought of last night while I was watching you sleep. The deep love I feel for you when I hear you snoring quietly beside me, and I look at your eyelids fluttering as you dream, makes me feel warm and giddy inside, and that is the moment I start planning your next evening. What a girl won't do to please her mate.

When you open the door, I am in a classic girly-magazine pose, my legs crossed provocatively, and my crossed arms accenting my pink bra. As you open the door and notice me waiting seductively, you drop your briefcase in excitement, and the day dissapears from your face as you smile so lovingly at me. Then your nose picks up the scent of your favourite dish and your smile grows even wider.

"First," I tell you as I'm removing your coat. "I want to totally relax you, then we will eat – so if you would please follow me…" I wiggle my sexy bum in front of you as I walk towards the bathroom. You follow obediantly behind me, thinking lustful thoughts as you see your girlfriend leading you to pleasure. Once we enter into the bathroom you see I have gone all out. I've picked up some new plants in the last few weeks and had them all over the apartment. You didn't realize my devious plan until this moment. I have created a tropical paradise with all of the plants in there. I've had the shower running on hot for fifteen minutes and the whole room is filled with mist and steam. Scattered throughout the room are scented candles of all different shapes and sizes – giving an etherial glow to the room.

I come up behind you and start unbottoning your shirt, nuzzling your neck with my pink lips as I do so. You turn around and take me in your arms, and kiss me so gently – first on the forehead, then my nose and finally my lips, which are swollen with blood, ready for your loving kiss. After a few seconds I pull away and begin removing the rest of your clothes, drinking in your exquisite nakedness before me. I resist the urge to make love to you immediately – I have other plans for you.

After the rest of your clothing is removed I again take you by the hand and lead you to the bathtub where your next surprise is waiting. Scattered on top of the bubbles and all around the bathtub are rose petals – pink rose petals – the same shade as my nails, lips and lingerie. Their sweet fragrance lingers above the water as you climb beneath the bubbles. The smile on your face as the tensions of your day begin to fade away makes me shiver all over. I just had an orgasm!! And you haven't even touched me yet. I look over my shoulder at you as I leave to go and finish your dinner, your eyes have closed but the relaxed smile has remained.

After a few minutes, I bring in a tray with your dinner and a glass of wine. You graciously accept the wine, but tell me there is no way you can eat your dinner with all of the bubbles on your body. Shhh – I tell you and start feeding you like a slave girl from Roman Times, and you soon get into the spirit of things and await each mouthful with a decadent grin. You have never been this pampered before and it shows in your face.

Once your dinner and wine is finished, and I wipe the last traces of food from your lips – you reach up and pull me down to a long luxurious deep soul kiss. Regretfully I pull away, but now my prey is ready for my web. I wiggle my hips seductively as I walk towards the bedroom, my pink pantied bottom walking away from you gives you cause to get out of the bath and begin towelling off. As I walk into the bedroom, I trail more pink rose petals behind me and sprinkle many more on our king size four-post canopy bed.

While you are drying off, I remove the silk scarves that I plan to tie you down with from our nightstand, and recline in our bed in my sexiest pose. You emerge from the bathroom magnificent in your nakedness, and come towards me – ready to posess me. "Not so fast lover," I say to you. "I have other plans for you tonight." I order you to lie back and I begin fastening your ankles and wrists to the four corners of our bed. You are totally turned on by this never before seen behaviour, I can tell just by the way that your breath is hissing through your teeth with each breath you take, and your pupils are totally dilated. I think I picked the right plan for you tonight.

Once I am satisfied that you are secure, I bring out my favourite weapon – an Emu feather. Who would think from such an ugly bird would come such a soft, sensual feather. And a great weapon for torturing my love. I explore your entire body with my feather, after blindfolding you of course so that you don't know where the next aasault is coming from – it's causing you to take in gulps of air as I tease your ribcage, giggle uncontrollably as I tickle your feet and sigh with lust as I trace up the inside of your thigh.

With the long, pregnant pauses between tickles, you do not know when or where I will torture you next, and the anticipation of it releases endorphins in your brain. This kind of torture is an opiate, and you are getting high – very high.

After an hour or so of torture, I'm ready to take you to the next level, and I put my feather back in it's box. I take my place at your right foot and begin to kiss and lick your rose-scented digits. They smell so adorable that I have to plop your big toe in my greedy mouth and begin to suck on it, in and out of my pink lips, just like a penis. I swirl my tongue around the space between your toes and I feel you shudder. I think you like having a toe-job. I leave you big toe to pay attention to the rest of them, licking, sucking, nuzzling. I trace my tongue on the sole of your foot and over your heel, and circle your ankle and calf with my kisses. I pay special attention the the spot behind your knee that has so many nerve endings that are connected to special places. A few seconds later, you begin to thrust your hips in the air as your brain is beginning to be overwhelmed with lust – but you will not be satisfied that easily, my love – I am beginning to enjoy this – "The Torture of the Thousand and One Kisses" that I read about last week in my woman's mag (I can't remember which one – I just know that it excited me so much that I almost burnt your dinner that night – need I say more).

I continue up the inside of your thigh kissing and sucking and up to the object of my desire, and you can feel it coming. But I've faked you out as I only blow on your crotch and continue my way down your left leg. You scream in unfulfilled agony as I tease my way down to your foot and take your big toe in my lipsticked mouth. This gives you temporary relief as I again suckle on your toe, but your relief is only very temporary, as the fire builds in you anew. I start working my way back up your leg and begin your torture anew. After several trips up and down your legs your head is thrashing back and forth violently as your brain is overwhelmed with the pleasure stimuli that are assaulting the neurons in your brain. It almost looks like you have rabies; with wild hungry eyes and foam starting to come out of your mouth, and the gutteral howling moan that comes out of you is akin to a wolf howl.

I can no longer hold myself back – it's time to make you cum like you've never cum before. This time when I've worked my way up your leg to your sex and you are humping violently at the air, trying ever so hard to make contact with my tongue. I take pity on you and stick out my tongue and make it as stiff as I can, so that when you meet it, with your thrusting hips, it will shock you. You've been waiting two hour for this contact and I want you to remember it – for the rest of your life.

When I finally do touch my tongue to you, a scream so loud and ear-piercing assaults my ears to the point where my hearing actually shut down for a couple of seconds, and think that the police will soon be knocking at the door thinking a murder had been committed. I guess I found the right spot! I touch the same spot again with my outstretched tongue and you begin to whimper, as if your body cannot take that much pleasure and you begin to start vibrating – your whole body body trembling. Cool. Very cool. The tremors grow and grow until your entire body is thrashing up and down like an epileptic having a Grand Mal seizure. One more time I touch my tongue to you and your whole body first goes rigid as you scream again, even louder and then your whole body goes limp, with occasional hiccups of movement and the constant tremor of your muscles twitchin.

I look up to your face and see that indeed your eyes have rolled back in your head. You are now unconscious from the overwhelming pleasure to your brain. And I did it to you. I feel so powerful and sexy. You will wake up in a few hours with a smile on your face that should remain there all day tomorrow and the next day– thinking about me. I am such a happy girl as I leave you tied to the bed for the time being.

I go the corner of the room where our large dressing mirror is located, and stand in front of it gazing at my wanton pink-clad feminine form. I caress my swollen breasts and twist my nipples between thumb and forefinger, causing warmth to spread down to my navel and beyond. I look in the mirror at you lying on the bed, with your large breasts heaving with your continued orgasms and your beautiful pussy expelling copious amounts of fluids onto our bed (I'll lick you clean later). I look back to myself in the mirror and reach between my legs…..

I position my penis in the front of my panties and begin careesing it through the silky pink material with my manicured pink fingernails, until I erupt a fountain of semen in my pretty panties, all the while cursing my vile male appendage and wishing I was a beautiful girl - like you.

  

julie butterfly

  

  

  

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