Lily and I have been switching a little bit lately, just to try on each others’ roles for size. She asked me to tie her up and spank her pussy until it made her come, which I very reluctantly did.
I mean, eagerly. Which I EAGERLY did.
(She had texted me earlier and said “I want you to tie me up and force me to come.” I find this quite amusing — “Please! PLEASE don’t make me have an orgasm!” Riiiiight.)
Anyway, after a while we went back to our normal roles: Lily tied me down to the bed and whipped my stomach and chest into hamburger. After a few other painful things, she decided to ride Mr. Stupidhead a while. Again, I reluctantly complied (I was tied down, so I could hardly resist).
Now, you will occasionally hear someone say that an orgasm made them see fireworks, or made the earth move, or other dramatic things like that.
None of those things happened to me, but just as I reached the moment of truth, I did hear an enormous crash from the living room.
Efari was at the apartment too, sitting out on the balcony with her sketchbook. When she heard the noise she initially thought Lily and I had gotten a little too rambunctious, but when she looked into the living room she saw broken glass all over the floor.
Meanwhile, Lily dismounted and dashed out to the living room, saying something about how what if someone was breaking in. Which left me behind in the bedroom, still very tightly tied to the bed, calling out that maybe it would be a great idea to untie me if there was indeed a home intruder.
Fortunately, there wasn’t.
My living room is decorated with various weapons I’ve trained with (hey, I’m a guy), although not any of my firearms (hey, I’m a guy but I’m not that stupid). The noise we’d all heard was a rapier falling off the wall, which in turn knocked a manji-sai off the wall, which smashed a glass vase sitting on my TV stand. Fortunately it didn’t kill the glass shelf the TV was on or the TV itself.
That’s right: We played so hard my apartment called red, and then I came so hard it knocked weapons off the wall.
Not bad for the little old ego.
Yes, my weapons wall is two rooms away from my bedroom. But don’t go telling me it’s more likely the rapier’s hanger just came undone. You’ll harsh my mellow, dude.