Diary of a Kinky Librarian

After about 8 or 9 days apart I got to see MasterDoc last night. Yippeee! I miss him so much when I don’t get to see him. Of course I had to do some cleaning around his apartment, but I find that I’m so used to what needs to be done it’s not a big deal to just get it done. As soon as I arrived I started gathering dirty dishes from around the apartment and got them into the dishwasher. We had dinner, watched Cash Cab, and did a little more cleaning. I took a shower (oh so necessary in the summer) before we had naked cuddle time.

Of course naked cuddle time led to sex. Yippeee! We didn’t do much in the way of bdsm play but of course with my collar on I was in the mindset anyway. I’m a girl who likes being told what to do during sex. *grin* We fucked in a couple of different positions and luckily for me he changed his mind about whether to let me come or not. I squirted a little bit when I came while on top. When we later changed positions, he told me to focus on keeping myself right on the edge of coming. And oh god did I hover at that edge. I was so desperate to come. He fucked me for a while, not letting me come, and then he stopped, pulled out, held onto my legs and told me to come. I squirted a fountain with absolutely no direct contact to my erogenous zones whatsoever. It was absolutely amazing. What an orgasm. He then started stimulating me and I kept coming and coming. Oh. My. God. He is a very talented man. He has certainly figured out how to make me feel good. Is it any wonder the man has a waiting list of women? lol Oh on the surface he looks like an ordinary 50-something year old guy… but underneath, rowr, lies an expert at making women come. I’m a very lucky girl.

When we talked, he told me about how I should learn how my body feels right before orgasm so I can summon up that feeling with just a thought when I need to get turned on. I find that I am getting better at this. As I drove to work this morning I was worried about thinking too much about coming as squrting in the car would be a bad thing, particularly on my way to work, through my work clothes. I doubt I’m to that point yet, I seem to need his voice telling me to come for me to come on command, but I do get really aroused when I focus on the feeling of being on the edge. I’m wriggling in my seat as I type this. I may have to get my weekly masturbation session in early. If I’m lucky and see him again tomorrow night I may need to ask for permission for another session of masturbation on Thursday. (Davey’s working long hours this week.)  Yup, I have to say that taking wellbutrin has reinstated my libido fully at this point. Yippeee!