Inaugural Ball

Watching the inauguration of President Obama left me having a high that I rode all day, like a surfer-girl hanging ten on a board riding the curl of a wave that carried me toward a vibrant and shining shore of hope. Adrenaline and endorphine junkie that I'm, I also rode a tide of arousal that swelled as the day progressed. Spring was within the air, and the sun was warm on my skin as I sat outdoors and ate my lunch under the bare branches of a tree.

I sent my lover a text message: Sitting inside the sun, the breeze tickling my bare mound below my skirt.
He responded with: Naughty girl.

I continued to flirt with him throughout the day, and by the end of it I was wet and ready to get a wild romp.
Celebration dinner? I sent, hoping for a romantic evening with an orgasmic climax.
Conference contact with India at 8, he responded.

Dinner at property then. I pretended to become disappointed, but I wasn’t. It meant we could get down for the company of scratching the itch that had been bothering me all day.
Ok. How about I make a nice dinner, pour some wine, and we watch a few of the inaguration coverage, I typed into my iPhone. Strap-on sex toys include variety strap-on vibrators and strap-on dildos.

Sounds best, he responded, creating me squirm. I'm sensitized to the word ‘perfect’ soon after repeated exposure to a hypnosis session called Fantastic Orgasm.

At house I put a chicken and rice casserole within the oven, followed shortly by cored apples stuffed having a mixure of pecans, brown sugar, and mascarpone. A 2005 Eberle Muscat Canelli put into the refrigerator to chill, a beautiful wine sweet sufficient for his palate but significantly less cloyingly sweet than most Muscats, and thus drinkable by me. I retired upstairs and drew a bath for myself. It was delicious, and also the bath oils produced shaving effortless.

Towel-draped and turbaned, I opened a drawer in search of an ultra-rich moisturizing creme for my pruned hands and feet. What I identified was a silicon butt plug that I’d forgotten. Shiny and blue, the exact same colour of blue as my recently-painted toes, it cried out to become employed, filling my mind with naughty photos and sensations. Mmmmm.

I dressed within a straightforward blouse and skirt, with black satin panties underneath, and beneath them, the round base with the plug parting my buttocks, making me hyper-aware of my ass.

Dinner is within the oven. I am freshly shaved. And I’ve got a plug in. I typed into my iPhone.
I’ll be residence quickly. It was practically an instantaneous response. I grinned.

I lighted candles, dished up dinner, set the apples out to cool, poured the wine, tuned the Tv in to the Inaugural festivities coverage, and stretched out on the couch to wait, bare feet pointed toward the door. When he walked by way of it, I got cautiously to my feet. Sitting up put stress around the plug, making me shiver. He slipped his arms around me and gave me a massive hug, then let his hand travel down to my ass. His fingers sought and located the base of your plug and he gave a fantastic push. I gasped, then moaned.

“What have we right here?” His voice was deep and amused in my ear, his breath fanning my neck.
I squirmed and leaned into him.

“I don’t know what that you are speaking about.” I lied.
He pressed tougher, arching my hips into him. He took benefit of my imbalance and guided me backwards, onto the floor. Leaning more than for a kiss, he undid his fly with one hand and pushed my skirt up. I felt the heat of him against my satin-clad mound and sighed with longing. Six hours of build-up and I was furnace-hot. Strap-on dildo sex toys can be used as a vaginal or anal sex toy and come in a range of sizes to accommodate beginners and experts alike.

His fingers pushed the fabric aside and entered me.
“Wow!” he half exclaimed, half moaned. “You’re so wet…”
“I’ve been waiting all day…” I pressed my hips upwards. I could hear Obama speaking in the background, along with military hoo-ah’s.
“Have you now? he asked. He fumbled his pants down more than his hips and guided himself into me.

I whimpered. There was sufficient wetness to supply lubrication for an orgy, but the plug in my ass created his slide into me a tight match. He pressed slowly, not stopping till the closely trimmed hairs in the case of his cock have been prickling my clit. He drew back then slammed into me, his balls slapping against the plug in my ass. I cried out a little. He gave me a tight grin and shifted in to the rhythm that works so nicely on me, rocking me to orgasm within a minute, maybe two at most.