Diary of a Kinky Librarian

The weekend started out dismal. I was feeling depressed after a rough week and MasterDoc had to cancel on me for Saturday night. (It was his daughter’s 18th birthday - a very good reason to change plans with me suddenly.) I managed to get myself in a better mood and spent a nice evening alone. Bright and early Sunday morning, MasterDoc called to see if I wanted to come over and visit for a few hours. I was delighted.

Knowing I had been feeling down (and was feeling desperate after two weeks with no sex), he set forth to give me a bunch of orgasms. Hooray orgasms! He flogged and spanked me a bit as well. We fucked three times (with a break in the middle for lunch and watching a movie) and his cock was nice and hard. Even when I came very hard he kept my pussy from pushing his cock out. It felt so nice to have his hard cock inside me after 2 weeks of no penetration. I like penetration! It was wonderful to be begging him for orgasms again. It’s funny, when I get the chance to orgasm at will I’m thrilled with the freedom, but when I have to beg him for orgasms I’m also thrilled. I like when he has control. (Guess that’s kinda why I submit to the man, eh?) We finished off with me on top, riding him. I just love falling forward onto a man’s chest after an orgasm. There’s something so very intimate about having a cock inside you as you cling to him closely, bodies pressed together.

Part of why MasterDoc wanted to make sure I was a happy girl was because last night I had scheduled my first date with a guy in who knows how long. MasterDoc has given me permission to date and fuck other guys (after frequent asking for permission on my part), but yesterday afternoon he instructed me that he didn’t want me having sex last night. After Sunday night I could do as I wanted, but this time I was to behave myself.

Of course, behaving is all a matter of degrees. After dinner at a Japanese restaurant, drinks at an art space/bar - where there was some making out - my date suggested that since I couldn’t fuck him we could go fool around in a video booth. You know, the ones with porn videos where MasterDoc and I have often tried to get up to no good. I was skeptical that we could find one in Manhattan where they’d actually let two people go into a booth at the same time. It worked at first, then came a knock at the door - it looked like we were going to be kicked out but somehow a bribe came into the picture and $20 later the guy left us alone, telling us to be quick. We made out like teenagers in the narrow little booth - my blouse coming open, my tits sucked on. Deep tongue kissing while I stroked his cock. He tried rubbing my clit through my jeans, although that’s always a difficult thing to manage (getting the right spot is hard). He was prepared with lube and put a little packet’s worth of it into my hand. I kept stroking and caressing his cock until he said he was going to come. Then I jumped out of the way (ha ha!) because I didn’t want spooge on my coat or clothes. He shot all over the seat in the booth, which we cleaned up with tissues I had handy in my purse. After, as we walked out I felt like it was the walk of shame. I wondered if the guys running the store thought I was a sex worker or not. No matter, it was dirty and fun and I get over the shame of walking out there pretty darn quickly. I guess I really am a shameless hussy. *grin*

So technically I did behave myself, as I didn’t have sex (my pants did not get opened at all). But like I said, behaving is a matter of degrees. In the end I was kinda glad to not hop in the sack right away. I have another date tomorrow night with someone else. We shall see how that goes - how good my ability to say “no” is.