[Confinement J11] Oops ! Gone on its own !

Confinement J11.

I slept pretty well., but I have one of those lazy for telecommuting. I get up and have breakfast reading after a good shower. I start around 8am, still not motivated. There are days like this when envy doesn't come. In practice, let's not go four ways, I strictly want to do nothing and everything is likely to distract me.

I'll do it all morning, really thoroughly, in order to grant me the afternoon. I cut down a nice amount of work in four hours and the lunch break marks the end of my “Laborious” Day. I have a little bad conscience… I hate everything about lying, cheating or deceeding… and I feel like I'm getting into one of these three themes.

Just before eating, I take some erotic pictures, half-naked in front of the window with the phone timer. The weather is rather gloomy, greyness has invaded the sky and there is moisture in the air, even if it doesn't rain. I contemplate life behind the glass. Confined for good.

MrSirban is hardly more motivated than I am. Friday, everything is allowed ! He finishes his last conference call around 3:45 p.m. and admits to being on weekends two good hours earlier than usual. It's fun to see that even confined we naturally wanted to keep the usually cooler schedules of a classic Friday at work. We take the time to take the time and in the late afternoon, my man invites me to join him in the room. I'm glad, because he told me he was going to take me and I really want him.

Lie on your back, my Aimé excites my clitoris with his leg that he rubs on my crotch. Then, he pulls out a yellow ribbon. I'm handing his wrists so he can tie them up.. It's actually destined for my throat. I'm not really tempted, I find it really dangerous for the blow strangulation with a rope. Having never done it, I'm trying to judge what's going on. I feel the fabric biting my flesh, press my carotid in a more incisive way than does the hand. Two or three times, I pass a finger to relax the grip. I can't relax at all, yet my Man does not tighten tightly, but the contact is unpleasant to me. Realizing that I don't like it, it stops. We never impose anything in our naughtiness. Everything you see us doing, is that we both like it !

MrSirban places me on the side and masturbates against my buttocks. As I am totally naked and wears neither nylon stockings nor stilettos, he pretexts this to forbid me to touch him and look at him. He repeats to me several times that I am only a hole in which he will come to empty. Being excited, raw words are particularly exciting and bring pleasure into another dimension, more cerebral can be. His fingers spread my intimate lips to discover my pleasure button. He pinches it between his fingers and jerks my clitoris having cleared it well. At the same time, it slams my body, My back, My thighs, my breasts, my belly. It's enjoyable !

Now lying on your stomach, stretched towards the ceiling, MrSirban puts a good spanking on me. His hands fall on the leather of my skin until it rosy, then blush. I feel that my flesh is cooking and it floods me with pleasure. I'm soaked d ’ excitement. I find spanking very erotic, Carnal, sexual.

I finally have permission to touch my husband ! On all fours and well arched on the bed, I strive to offer him a delicious well-paced fellatio, Deep, hot. I want to feel her sex grow under my tongue and invade my mouth. My Man asks me to masturbate at the same time. My hand slips between my thighs until I find my clitoris, my fingers rummage through my intimacy gently gently exciting the sensitive button. I'm licking my darling's testicles, always well applied. And there…

As Philippe Katerine would say in his song Excuse me :

“Excuse me I ejaculated at an inadequate time, I didn't think it would go away. […]
But it's not enough to think about it when you do stuff like that
So excuse me”

It's off like a shotgun. ! My Man began to wonder if I had ever enjoyed. Yes, when he had masturbated me. Suddenly, his gaze is blurred, his face becomes tense and… Rhaaaaaa ! He ejaculates on his belly while I'm licking his purses. He's embarrassed. ! He's frustrated. ! He didn't think it would go away like this. ! We really wanted to have sex yesterday, but Mother Nature played him a naughty trick. It'll be tomorrow., it's going backwards to better jump me !