He lied to me

A few days ago I spent the afternoon sending SM some very naughty text messages. But he didn’t respond. I later discovered that he didn’t read them until he had left from work and “damn near drove off the road” when he finally got around to them. Men are so easy. I went to his house that night and we both had naughty on the brain. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other but the 16 year old daughter was home so we tried to keep it sort of appropriate, or at least we did while she was looking. When we finally trotted off to the bedroom for the night I scooted myself into the bathroom and pulled out my little surprise for the night. It was a very sweet and pretty nightgown. Long, cream colored and all silky with pretty lace – a Victoria Secret dealie sized MEDIUM. And holy hell it fit. You know as well as I do that they cut that shit 4 sizes smaller that Kiera Knightly. So, I slinked myself into this pretty bit of loveliness. Picture sweet virgin bride on her wedding night pretty. Disclaimer: I thought I should fill you in on a little secret. Shhh… you ready? I’m not a virgin. GASP. I know. You’re shocked. Not only am I not a virgin but I’m not often sweet either. However, I did look pretty darn good in that wispy nightgown. When I exited the bathroom he was waiting for me with candles lit and lotion ready for a lovely massage. We had both been naughty and even a bit raunchy all day long but that night we both had romance on the mind. Isn’t that sweet? Yeah, you’re gagging. I know. Get over it. Anyway, after some lovely smooching and such he wanted to give me that lovely massage and so started to remove the silky sweet night gown. Removing it was a bit more difficult that putting it on though. Have you ever tried to peel the skin off a hot dog without damaging the insides? It was something like that. Anyhoo, I got my massage and we doodled and diddled a bit. Then I started doing one of his favorite things. Ladies, you all know the things that get your partner going. You know that there’s a point of no return too. Do you stop? Do you keep going? I hadn’t had my blast off yet. I couldn’t decide. Alas, the decision was taken from me and he shuddered with that goofy smile on his face. Then, SM looked at me with a sad little frown and said, Oh honey, I’m sorry you did that because now I’m “done.”
DONE? Shit. I’m not done. What’s a girl to do? *sigh* So, I settled for some doodling on my own. And that’s when I realized that he had lied to me for the first time ever…

He wasn’t done.
Thank you God for pretty silky things, lovely massages and Sexy Men with stamina. Amen.