A Lovely Day

Dean and I just spent the most lovely day with some friends of ours from back East who have been in town for about week (but I was traveling on business when they first got into town so we didn't see them until yesterday).  I got back in town over the weekend but our friends were busy then, and besides, I had to go into the office on Saturday and Sunday anyway.  So I was able to get off today (and I do mean get off in the best way possible).

I actually got off work early yesterday, and went for a massage and a facial (much needed), then Dean and I met our friends at a nice restaurant near the harbor.  We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, with plenty of wine and champagne, much laughter and innuendo.  Then after dinner we headed to the harbor to spend the night on the boat (all four of us).  We put on Sade (her music is very sensual), and we were all so relaxed from the alcohol, good food, and especially from the fun evening of flirting and thinly veiled promises, I just knew a night of eroticisim lay ahead for all of us.  

None of us were disappointed -- after a very juicy, and exhausting night of all sorts of wonderfully obscene activities, we slept until well after sunrise -- lost in a tangle -- the four of us, all arms, and legs, and breasts, and cocks, and pussies, and lips, and hands, and wet spots ... well, you get the picture.  

I love falling asleep on the water with the rocking of the boat on the waves; I never get seasick, so I don't understand people who do.  I'm sorry if you do get seasick; I think you're missing out on one of the most wonderful experiences.  Maybe I was a mermaid in a previous life because I just love the ocean, and I'm lucky because so does Dean. 

But when we woke up, we had so much fun the night before, we just had to go all over again.  When the boat's a rockin', don't come a knockin' ... oh -- I guess that doesn't pertain to boats on the water though. 

After we got up and had some breakfast on the boat, we spent a languid morning just lounging around until brunch, when the margaritas came out (I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love a good margarita, and Dean makes the best!).  Then we all started feeling sexy again.  

Luis was fabulous; I don't get to see him often enough, and he's such an amazing lover!  I love to look down and see his velvety dark skin against against my ivory white skin.  And oh baby, can he move!  He loves to eat my pussy, and he does it so well!  I know a lot of black men don't like doing that, but Luis loves it, which must be why he's so damn good!  Something else I love about him that no other man ever does (except Mr. T used to) -- he restrains me so I cannot move.  He pins me down by taking both my wrists in one big, strong hand and pins them over my head so I'm completely at his mercy.  I just love what that man does to me!  Why do I love that so much?  Is it because I know he could do anything he wants to me, and if he wanted to hurt me, there isn't anything I could do about it?  But I trust him, and I know he wouldn't hurt me ... is that why its such a turn on?

Ladies, do you like to be restrained?  And if you do, what do you like about it?  Gentlemen, what about you?  Do you like to be restrained, or do you like to do any sort of restraining of your partner?  I'd love to hear all about it. 

Okay, so I must admit, I'm sooooo sore right now (deliciously, delightfully decadently, sore!) that I can hardly move.  My pussy aches, my legs ache, heck!  Even my tongue aches!  My body has been fucked good, and I can hardly move.  I love it! 

Our friends left late this afternoon to go back home and we'll miss them.  In any case, I have to go back to work tomorrow -- I hope my lustful adventures aren't written all over my face.