It had been a long time since I threw Barry out, but one thing I certainly missed, was his touch. He really knows my body and how to set me on fire. So I arrived with my few bags and he let me in "I'll take those for you" he said, and whisked my bags upstairs... I KNOW there is only one upstairs bedroom in this house, and it is his... what was he playing at!? I looked quickly into the spare room... sopha-bed folded up as a sopha still...
"What's wrong Sandra?" Barry startled me as he entered.
"Oh!.. um... where's.... my bed?" I asked.
"Upstairs," he replied "I'm going out and will sleep down here when I get home. Make yourself at home. It's good to see you." He lent forward to kiss me, but I turned away. I couldn't understand how I felt. I know I'd have been furious if he tried to get me into bed with him, but at the same time I was insulted that he wasn't even trying. I watched as he grabbed his keys and wallet from the side table and closed the door behind him as he left me alone in his bachelor's pad... This just felt weird.
It wasn't late, but I wanted to get comfortable, so I went up to change into my nightwear. When I went into his room I was shocked! The room was spotless except for one piece of paper neatly folded on the pillow. It read:
Dear Sandra, I have not nor will never forget our time together, nor will I give up hoping we can patch some old wounds. I want you back, and I am sorry for everything. I have not gone out for long; I will be back in about an hour. Below is a recipe I have prepared. Please, PLEASE, consider cooking it up for me:
Ingredients:
- 3 cups of love
- One blind fold (top draw)
- One pint of forgiveness
- one pinch of lust
- Gently heat the room (use the fan heater behind the door)
- Close the bedroom door, leaving it slightly ajar
- Press play on the CD player (which is already loaded with our old favourite 'sex mix')
- remove all clothing
- Place the blindfold over your eyes
- Lay on the bed, enjoy the music and await the pleasures that will take over your body on my return.
I hope that you will want to prepare this recipe. If you are not interested, close the door completely and I will not enter. If I find the door ajar, I will know you are waiting for me.
I hope to see you tonight. I still believe we belong together.
All my love, Barry.
I didn't know what to think. Could I let this man touch me again? Or put it another way... could I resist it? I thought nervously about it for 40 minutes. But before I knew it, I was lying stark naked, listening to "Hawaiian Slack-Key Guitar" (for some reason this became our sex mix!), blind folded, listening eagerly for Barry's return.
I felt a rush of adrenalin through my body as the door slowly opened. I heard his footsteps approaching the bed, and then the warmth of his hand gently touching the sole of my foot. He massaged my foot gently. Here I was, my whole body exposed to a man I ...hated (?) ... and he focuses on my feet. But the massaging slowly distracts me from my concerns as his hands slide under my calves. Soon I feel the warmth of his breath on my nipples. and his hands glide slowly around my thighs. He starts to kiss my legs. kissing slowly up my shins to my knees... next thing I know he's passionately kissing me and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I love being blind folded when Barry is playing these games with my body. He starts caressing my whole body, up one leg, down the other, across my chest from nipple to nipple. I was starting to feel very aroused, and almost as if he can hear my thoughts, Barry starts to smell my pussy. I hear him groan with delight "I can smell you" he announces, and I feel his warm breath over my raging pussy.
Eventually I feel his soft tongue gently tickle my swelling lips. It sends a shudder through my body, and he must have sensed my disappointment when he moved on to my thighs. I reach up with my hand to encourage him back to my pussy, and he obeys, moving slowly back up my thighs. The warmth and wetness of his mouth on my lips sent my body writhing involuntarily. It was agony when he stopped. Worse still It was a good 30 painful seconds before he touched me again.. he touched me with my silky scarf, draping it gently over my boobs, and dragging it off teasingly over my tits. The shivers wracked my body as it tickled my nipples. Soon he was back at my pussy, sucking and licking my juices. By now I was very wet, I wanted his cock in me, but again he teased me, licking and sucking me further. He started grinding his mouth against me in small circles as he drove his tongue into me, deeper and deeper. This always sent me close to cumming. I don't know how he does it, but his rhythmic circles and pulsating tongue thrusting into me drives me totally to the edge, and I reached my hand down to stop him.
I felt his finger glide into me as my juices flowed out of my pussy. As he continued grinding my clitoris with a circular rhythm, and pumped me deep with his finger, I could contain it no longer. He felt my whole body lift as I drove my self harder onto his face. The orgasm pulsated through my body as he twisted and turned his finger inside me.
Before I knew it, he pulled his finger out and climbed on top of me. I felt his massive hard cock slapping against my thighs, as he spread my legs and brought his cock to the mouth of my pussy. I was still cumming down from my orgasm as he drove his cock deep into me. He kissed me passionately. I haven't gotten used to the taste of my own juices, but the feel of his tongue in my mouth was heaven. And his cock deep inside me felt amazing. I didn't get to the point of a second cumming, but as he pumped his load into me, and I felt his weight upon me, I knew... this is the only man I will ever need. He had me back, and I wanted to be there.
And as for this blog, which caused us to separate last year? I guess I had a change of heart. You should have seen his face when I asked if I could write on the blog!
