That morning I could not keep my hands off you, and my desire made you very hot, but I had to get off to work. So we made a date for the evening, and you have got yourself ready. You have had a bath and made yourself smell nice. You have put on the white seamless satin bra and matching briefs which I find so sleazily sexy, and then your full length black negligee, held closed by a single tie.
But I am late. No word. Time presses on.
You eventually decide I am not coming home and get off to bed. Disappointment turns to anger, then turns to frustration. You are aware that you are wet between your thighs, and you need relief. You undo your negligee and your hand goes down inside your briefs, between your legs, your fingers gently parting your labia, searching for your clitoris. Your other hand goes inside your bra cup, pinching and pulling on your very hard nipple. You frig yourself vigorously, but you sense that tonight you are going to need more. You had hoped, needed to be fucked hard and often, and fingers will not be enough to satisfy you.
You pull back the bed clothes, then reach inside the bedside table drawer to get out your favourite vibrator. You stretch out on the bed, part your legs, and pull aside the fabric of your knickers. The vibrator gets to work, and soon it is inside you, and giving you very warm feelings. It is a good friend, always available when you want it, never moody or tired, always ready to please.
But you still need more. Something different, something exceptional. You lift up your knees, take your vibrator out from your wet vagina, and push the head against your anus. Anal sex is not something you allow me, because it is too painful. But tonight the mixture of pain and pleasure might be just what you need to ease your frustrations, give you satisfaction. You push the vibrator into your anus, and it is stingingly painful as it passes your sphincter, but it is well lubricated with your juices and you gradually ease it deeper into yourself. Soon the pain starts to give way to waves of pleasure that start to sweep over you, and your free hand goes, without your thinking about it, to your vagina, your fingers searching out your G spot, your thumb working on your clitoris. You sense your orgasm approaching.....
I finally make it home. It has been a long and busy day, and I am tired and irritable. I assume by this time you will be asleep in bed, so I creep quietly upstairs, trying not to disturb you. As I approach the bedroom I hear strange noises, sighing, breathing coming in short gasps, and I wonder if you are ill or something.
So the sight that greets me is a shock. You lying on the bed, head thrashing from side to side, knees up, hands at your crotch, and the biggest shock of all, the vibrator stuffed up your arse.
"Karen, what are you doing!" I demand.
You jump like a scalded cat. Your momentum is broken and you feel intense annoyance and frustration at being denied your orgasm. You pull out the vibrator and hurl it at me. Thankfully it misses.
"Where the hell have you been! You could at least have told me you were going to be late! What's the matter, don't they have telephones at your works yet?"
Your anger increases. "Or was it that you couldn't 'phone because you had your cock stuck up some whore's cunt!"
"You bitch, how could you suggest such a thing! I've been working my balls off all day trying to make us a decent living, and what do I find when I get in -- you with a vibrator up your arse!"
"It's you who's the whore. Come here whore, if it's a cock up the arse you want, then that is what you will get!"
And I make a grab for you, but you are fired up and angry. You lash out at me, then jump off the bed and make a dash for the bathroom. You lock yourself in.
I am distraught. I hear you sobbing in the bathroom. I feel awful because I was looking forward to seeing you, holding you, taking comfort with you, and instead because of my own stupidity we have had the most god-awful row.
After a time, I decide to try and make amends. I creep up to the bathroom door.
"Karen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things."
"Too right, you bastard, how dare you speak like that to me!"
"It was a bit of a shock seeing you like that."
"Well sometimes a woman needs satisfaction, and you were not there to give it. I didn't know where you were, or what time you would deign to appear!"
"I'm sorry, I was at work on a rush job. I didn't notice the time, and when I did, I thought it was late and you might be asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
The bathroom door opens.
"We had a hot date tonight. Or so I thought. I'm a woman of my word, you know that."
"Yes, I'm sorry," and I shift about uncomfortably, looking at the floor.
"Shall I get you a cup of tea or something?" Trying to be helpful and kind again, and totally useless.
Your frustration rises again.
"Oh, John! How can you be so stupid! I need you to hold me!" and you stretch out your arms to me.
I take you in my arms and you hold me fiercely, tightly. It is as if our bodies fuse together. You kiss me, gently at first, then harder, and I feel your passion rising.
"I'm sorry, too John, I didn't mean all those things, but I was so angry, so frustrated! I still am. I was just going to have an orgasm when you interrupted me. So now it's up to you! Take me to bed! Fuck me, use me, abuse me, just make me cum!"
The sheer power of your physicality drives me on.
I put my left arm round your shoulders, my right behind your knees and I sweep you up and carry you to bed.
"I know you when you are like this!" I say, "I'll make you cum, but I'm not going to make it easy!"
"You've got those sleazy knickers on. You know how those knickers make me feel. I'm going to start by giving you a good spanking!"
