I’ve Missed You…
Walking home in the rain – alas, no outdoor kisses today, it’s not quite the right time just yet – my excitement must have been palpable to him.
We had spent the evening in the company of some of my raucous sisters and their partners, giggling away at an adult version of Trivial Pursuit. Quite educational, actually. You’d think the plural of penis would be either peni or penises, but no – it is actually penes. See. Educational. I’ve also come away with a new word to use in my next slanging match. Ladies – don’t be flattered if you are called a drazel. Unless you go in for that kind of talk.
I thought I would dress relatively nicely, and rather than the usual jeans, jumper get up I would wear – tis family, they don’t care what I look like, as long as I’m having a nice time – I chose one of my preferred skirts and purple top thing. (I’m not one for detailed clothes descriptions. I’d make a pretty poor Horny Housewife Hotline phonegirl) Underneath I took care there as well by adorning my frame with a rather nice set of greeny-turquoise bra and French knickers. Finished off with some leg-warming but rather fetching over the knee sock things. Slightly Catholic school-girl.
I had made a bit of an effort. It was a big night. The first time in over a year I was planning on having nookie without a condom.
I was slightly worried we’d both be too knackered and tipsy to perform. We stayed at my sister’s until 3am and by the time we had walked back to my parents’ house and fed and watered ourselves (nighttime munchies are a killer) it was nearly 4am when we hit the sack. Was all my preparation and care to no avail after all?
Thank the heavens we were both as randy as two rabbits. Or bonobos. I hear they are randy primates.
We fell on eachother with a subdued, yet strangely urgent ardour. The juxtaposition of being in a tipsy state of sleepiness, but with the desirous need to have one another. Then and There. Immediately. Our kisses were tinged with wine and cider, making for smiled-through clinches with slight smirks. We quickly got serious as we undressed one another and began roaming our hands over every surface of naked skin we could touch. I was impressed by his state of awake-ness at that time as he proceeded to touch me up in that intimate spot, playing swiftly becoming searching, seeking out my response he loves. The arched back, the twisting body, the grasping of sheets he finds such satisfaction in seeing me perform. When given breathing space, I returned the favour. Hunting for his own gasps and caught breaths. He makes such good sounds when he’s being handled. Cross between a purr and a growl.
There is nothing hotter for me that him asking permission or wanting direction, and last night he did both. He wanted guidance to my G-spot. He found it. He asked to enter me without a condom. I granted him that permission. How could I deny him? I was longing for it. He pulled me over onto him and slipped inside me. It was blissful not having to pause and root around my bag for a few minutes. The subtle difference in feeling of having him within me with no barriers was indescribably wonderful. I can’t place words on why it felt delicious. It just was.
After we had reached our peak and were on the descent once more I whispered to him, his head lying on my chest in our embrace, ‘I’ve missed you so much.’
It was all I had anticipated, and much, much more. Isn’t is nice when that happens?
Beau said,
May 26, 2008 at 1:42 pm
Drazel. Hmm not run into that one before–interesting word. Wonder what the etymology is–will have to look it up. Knee socks??? You covered those beauties of yours with knee socks!!! Oh lord I’d have had them off you so quickly it’d made you head spin and then I’d work on the rest. lol lordy girl you got me horny again–going to have to visit the pub next door and see what the Beau can..well NM you know what the Beau likes
After of couse re-reading this delightful post again. Green bra and French knickers? Oh my oh my oh my. Beau’s dream machine goes into full operating mode.
Lovely , Lady P, just lovely as usual. Big hug
Beau
Beau said,
May 27, 2008 at 3:06 pm
Bloody hell: the thought–my erratic, insolent, silly-arse brain–just thought penes sounds like an species of Italian pasta roflmao
What can I say Lovely Lady–it’s me lunatical brain and mine only!
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
Your servant, m’lady
Beau
ladypandorah said,
May 27, 2008 at 5:30 pm
Beau – Hey, they are very nice knee-socks I’ll have you know! I can’t abide having cold toes or knees. Sometimes practicality must take priority over a sensual dress-code. But here I combined the two. Hope you had a good night in the pub!
I think you’re after some penne pasta. Whatever you do, don’t walk into your local delicatessan and order 100g of fresh penes!!
And thank you for the lovely Midsummer quotation. I adore that play.
Beau said,
May 27, 2008 at 5:44 pm
I know its was penne pasta I was thinking about, luv, it’s just my warped brain that came up with t’other.
Yes i had a great time at the Parkway and -ahem-and later too. I believe you, on the knee socks–cold toes and legs in bed–eek!
You’re welcome re the quote
Night night
Beau
ladypandorah said,
May 27, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Later? You had a LATER!? Oh…you can’t leave us with that! Happy times for le Beau.
Blacksilk said,
May 27, 2008 at 6:08 pm
Now, Beau, you’ve the wrong attitude to the knee socks, you don’t take them off at once, you leave them on almost to the last!
Especially if the naughty schoolgirl connotations appeal, and frankly why wouldn’t they?
Glad to hear your night went well, LadyP. These recent posts of your are making me long for my own man, not long now!
I get the hotness of asking permission, but care to explain the hot of ‘wanting direction’ to me?
ladypandorah said,
May 27, 2008 at 6:12 pm
The ‘wanting direction’ – basicially telling him what to do, where to touch etc…’Do it like this, not like that…mmmm that’s it, perfect!’ That kind of thing.
Teh bossy side of me. I think it’s rather sexy-sweet of him wanting to know *exactly* how to press my buttons correctly.
How long to go til you get Fractal to yourself all summer?
Blacksilk said,
May 27, 2008 at 6:38 pm
Well, not quite *all* summer, as he doesn’t finish his dissertation til September, but I’ll be more free for visits and once that’s out the way we’ll be living together. I get him to myself in 8 days for a fair bit though, we’ll both have finished exams then. It’ll be free to do nothing but have fun with him, huzzah!
Beau said,
May 27, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Later was….sexy, erotic, we undressed one another slowly with very much kissing, and then I began with her lovely neck and slid my lips down slowly, ever so slowly to her nipples which I tongued and nibbled on and nipped and thence licking slowly ever more tantalizingly slowly to her navel and thence…..
need more?
Beau–well satisfied
ladypandorah said,
May 27, 2008 at 8:04 pm
I always need more, Beau.
But I am sated with that morsel for now. Thank you! Sounds like a fantastic night. I hope it is repeated shortly!
LadyP – very pleased for you.
Beau said,
May 27, 2008 at 8:18 pm
I can sate you more if needee, any time luv
Repeated? yes it will—tonight!
I may be a bit old but I’m not THAT old lol
Beau
ladypandorah said,
May 27, 2008 at 8:22 pm
ooh, you boaster! Have fun tonight. I’m off now to my beloved’s home by the sea. Just as soon as he turns up after finishing work.
Beau said,
May 27, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Boaster? That’ll be the day pilgrim. lol You have fun too, as I know you will–take care luv
And say Hello to Mister. If you wish.
BEau