Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Davey and I went to a friends’ Halloween party last night. It was a fun time, I drank too much, but I couldn’t resist leaning over to Davey at one point and saying, “Regular parties are so dull compared to the type of parties we usually go to.” *grin* After all, there was no nakedness, no sex! All there was to do was stand around, eating, drinking and talking. This pervy girl is just used to a very different kind of party. Still, it was good to see some friends I haven’t seen in a while, and to dress up for a night.
The night before I spent with MasterDoc. I was still in a funk when I got to his place in the evening. I was grumpy and depressed, but I had made a conscious decision earlier that day to be nice and not cranky. He was catching up on some much needed sleep when I got there, so I got dinner together while he slept as he had asked me to do, and attacked the mess in the kitchen. I have to say, while I’m glad I’m with a Dom who’s not a neat freak, I do wish that he was a little less messy. He can’t help it, it’s his ADD but it seems like there’s a never-ending mess every time I go over there. Still, I try to take care of it as good naturedly as I can, and he frequently thanks me for taking care of him. Appreciation makes a huge difference.

After he got up we had dinner and he debated if we were going out or staying in. I voted for staying in but said that I could probably get myself into the mood to go out if that’s what he wanted. (I was depressed, but not so bad I couldn’t be a little social, although that wasn’t my preference.) We cuddled for a bit and he got a call from a guy we’ve met at the club. The guy wanted to know if we were going to be there (I’m sure the club is much more fun when we’re there than when we’re not!). MasterDoc invited him up to see us instead (but he never got back to us). Ultimately he decided that we would stay in.

I was in the right mind frame to be cheered up. I felt down but open to feeling better, which I don’t always feel when I’m depressed. We straightened things up a bit, I showered and then went out to get us ice cream as I was totally craving it. (With the depression my eating has been terrible lately.) At one point, he comes up to me (naked, as he usually is) and starts kissing me and we found the one perk of me being tall - his cock fit right up against my crotch as we stood face to face. He moved his hips a little, and my tingling clit could feel his hard cock rub against the outside of my jeans. We kissed and I got so aroused.

After we had hung out for a while, he told me to go kneel in front of the armchair in the living room. He ordered me to make myself as accessible as possible, so I took my panties off. (I was in blouse, bra and panties at this point.) He told me to spread my legs apart and play with myself. I leaned over the chair and thrust my right hand between my legs. I was a little wet already. He had me get myself all warmed up. I was feeling so lustful that night that I was aching for a fucking in no time flat. Luckily, he decided to come over to me and fuck me from behind, right there as I bent over the chair. His cock felt amazing and I teetered on the edge of coming. It is such agony when he makes me wait to come but I get into such a state of heightened arousal that I suppose the agony is worth it. He told me that he wanted me to hold myself on the edge, and I’m sure he could tell from my gasps and moans that I was dying to come. He teased me for a while. I was a blubbering mess, desperate to come. He really knows how to get me into the state where I would probably agree to anything, or nearly anything, if only he’d let me come. Finally, he said the magic word, “Come.” And I immediately started to orgasm. His cock got pushed out and he held onto me as I kept coming and coming. I even squirted, oh about a gallon, as I came even after he had stopped fucking me. Everything with him is just so intense. I left a puddle under me which he had me sop up with a towel.

After I caught my breath we took a break and had the ice cream. Sex and ice cream certainly improve my mood. (Oh and yes it’s not just the sex and ice cream, being with MasterDoc helped my mood a great deal.) We had more sex after that, but silly me I can’t recall the details! It was hot, wonderful, I had more orgasms and it generally helped my mood immensely. I think perhaps he fucked my brains out because I really am drawing a blank on the details for the rest of the night.