Thursday, September 6, 2012

Movie or porn?

"Movie or porn?" was his question to me last night.

"Whatever you want, Master".  Really the only acceptable answer.

"Make us some popcorn, we're going to watch Logan's Run.  At least until I remember what a bad movie it is".  

I love the bad movies- it means I don't miss out on anything important when he starts "distracting" me halfway through them.  Unless they are zombie or horror movies, those put me right out of the mood and I want to run off and hide.    Just as a small aside, he's really looking forward to getting Cabin in the Woods and making me watch it.

We watched the movie, and he had a good old time tweaking and pinching my nipples, making me squirm, and getting me covered with salty, buttery, popcorny goodness.   He laid me over his lap and found me extremely wet.   One finger went into each hole, then his other hand wrapped around my mouth and he bent me backwards, making my back arch.  Then his grip shifted to my hair and he pulled my head back and made me cum.   Several times. 

We did not make it to the end of the movie, but zipped off upstairs to fuck.   I had the collar and leash on then and every time I got close to orgasm, he'd pull the leash up tight and send me right over the edge. 

I'm so glad he picked the movie.  Actually, it would have been about the same with the porn.  Either way, a great time. 

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