Griswold
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ORIGINAL: dogobedience OTK, I find it very bonding. The closeness of the naked girl across knees, the feel of my bare hand on her ass..........wonderful!! Ya know...I'm not gonna even read all this shit. I'm coming in late to the game, and there's already 7 trillion answers/reposts....but I'll tell you this much; There was a girl...we spent a wonderful evening at a 9 star hotel (I don't know stars...it was at least 5 stars...is 5 stars good?...this was a killer place), I got this place because we could watch the fireworks from 37 stories, and I got some killer champagne... It was beautiful because I was with her. We'd dated for a time...I was on the West coast, she on the East. I flew her out. I'd been to her place several times, she'd been to mine as often (we both got lots of free trips to somewhere). There was never a tease or...a time when we tested each other. She was always in control. That was never unclear. She'd never dominated me (in the sense of punishment or pain). Until then. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, there were some extraneous events that occurred...and were occurring...in both of our lives (she'd argue...in mine)....nevertheless, she ultimately had reason to vent effort towards me to make clear, my line of thinking was less than optimum. She acted like Royalty, in all cases. Class. Personified. A situation occurred (on my phone) wherein which I tried to obviate chaos (that was seemingly occurring all around me...but not entirely due to my own efforts)...nevertheless....it was close to 11:30 p.m., the scene outside our window some 500 feet below and roughly a half mile in front of us was brewing, and we opted to open some champagne. We sat on the floor, with a full floor to ceiling window in front of us (I think it's entirely possible I've now strayed absolutely from the original intent of the OP's posting...but fuck it...I'm on a roll now)....as I was saying....and we sat there and just looked at each other.... We smiled a lot (we hadn't seen each other in a while)...held hands, in moments, enjoyed the fireworks truly cascading in the entire spectrum of our window....and we had a bit more champagne. Now, for those who can't handle pain, or imaginary bolts coming out of the (ceiling, in my case)....this would be the spot where you would say "I'm sorry, I have to leave now....I can see things are going to get a little dicey moments from now, and frankly, I'd like to just say goodnight". And it was (in my estimation) time to reminisce about the evening, lay on the bed, look at the night sky as we drifted off to sleep, play with and smell my wonderful Dommes' hair, talk driftingly about the fireworks, luxurate in the fact that she flew all this way to spend time with me as I had on several occasions with her, and wake up tomorrow with room service wafting coffee in the air as we wondered "who the FUCK is in here at THIS FUCKING TIME OF THE MOTHERFUCKING MORNING?????"....and be thankful they brought Seattle's Best Coffee with them while they clearly invaded our space. BOY WAS I WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!! About 2 minutes into my (intended) dreamy state....she started WAILING on my fucking ASS with her bare hands (keep in mind...I was a novice, at best)....and I grabbed that fucking pillow, and then another....and then another still.... And I swear to GAWWWWWDDDDDD....I thought the fucking riot police were going to be in our suite in about 7 seconds!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was SCAREEEEEEEEEEMING!!!!!!!!! I'd read the bible as a child...and I was CONFIDENT....this was the End of Times!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it was over, I was just short of crying. It didn't last all that long (as she tells it...in my mind it lasted well into 2 fiscal federal budget years).....and I felt cleansed. Truly cleansed. Honestly...I haven't felt that good in years. (I miss it to this day).
< Message edited by Griswold -- 5/14/2007 6:41:55 PM >
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