Trivial Pursuit

I guess I am of the opinion that most men, and I mean that in the biggest paintbrush you can imagine kind of way…  But most men like sexual ruts.  As a matter of fact they don’t call it a rut they call it finding their groove, for crying out loud.  My partner’s no different.  So every once in awhile when a change is as good as a break we play “Best Out of Three” for sexual favours.

 

I’ll challenge him to Trivial Pursuit and he’ll challenge me too Wii Mario cart.  He may challenge me to renting some time on a pool table and I’ll challenge him to many rounds of 6 Degrees of Wikipedia.  However the mood moves us and in that the winner gets to pick a sexual favour to indulge in.

 

Oh neither of us are much for the kinky….we’re both far more erotic than we are kinky assuming that erotic is a feather and kinky is the whole darn bird.  This particular night in question it was Name That IMDB quote.

 

 

“ALLIE:
 

It’s an absolute sin to accept the decadence of obsolescence. Why do things get worse and worse? They don’t have to. They could get better and better. We accept that things fall apart.”

 

“Breakfast Club?”

 

 

“No, The Mosquito Coast .“

 

 

“Okay, next one.  KIRK:

 

Ha! I’m makin’ some crabapples for dessert now, yo! Hell yeah, ha! “

 

“2001; A Space Odyssey?”

 

 

“Stop goofing around, be serious, okay? That was Tropic Thunder.  Try harder.”

 

“Okay, I’ll try”

 

 “<a href="http://www.imdb

.com/name/nm0001570/”>Narrator: I still can’t think of anything.”

 

“Neither can I.”

 

 

 

‘Oh for crying out loud it’s Fight Club. Fight Club!”  I had royally lost.  As a matter of fact I was skunked. 

 

He said he wanted me to do as I was told.  That having me listen to him for a change was his choice of indulgence.  He asked me to undress for him. He put on some music. He settled down on the couch to watch me.

 

I slowly tugged at each button and slowly slipped it through each loop.  I slipped my sleeves down and coyly got the sleeve caught before dropping my blouse to the floor.

 

I pulled my bra up over my breasts as I crossed to the other couch and swayed from side to side, cupping each tit and shrugging my shoulders just a bit. By the time I sat down, both my bra and shirt were up under my chin and my hands were on the smooth, bare flesh of my dirty pillows. 

 

 

He told me to play with my breasts. I looked intently into his blue pools. I held his gaze while I brushed my palms gently over my nipples and began to trace circles around my aureoles with my finger tips.  He froze.  He just watched, mesmerized.  Some part of his brain was taking it all in, watching every touch and every stroke and filing it in his head for later use.

 

He looked so damn sexy, looking out from under those long, long

Lashes at my hands and then at my hips.  I closed my eyes, I tilted my head back.  My breath was stilted and My lungs felt tight.  I sat directly across from him. I looked deeper into his eyes.  He told me to play with my pussy and by that time I so desperately wanted to.

 

I abandoned my hardened nipples and, putting my feet up on the coffee table between us, grasped at the hem of my long skirt and pulled it up.  I hiked it all the way into my lap. Dropping a hand between my milky thighs, I knew instantly that the front of my panties were soaked. 

 

He too could see they were soaked.  I swear I was so turned on by him watching my every move that he could have smelled my sex filling up the

room.

 

“Take your panties off.”

 

 I traced a finger up and down the cleft of my pussy and over my clit before sliding my panties down to

my knees. Small sounds escaped my lips and he gasped when I did that.  It was as if he didn’t mean to, as though he almost forgot I was real. 

 

“Touch yourself.”

 

His head was slightly tilted  when he said it and his mouth was slightly open.  Even so his eyes widened even more when I embedded two fingers into my slick love while allowing my thumb to brush over my clit.  My free hand went back to my tits, alternating between them, playing with my nipples.

 

I was getting lost in his eyes and caught up in the moment. My hips were rolling and my blood was boiling over the top of my psyche and I needed to release.  I needed to give all my love away.  He watched; frozen.  He just observed, mesmerized.

 

In a moment of clarity our eyes met. Some part of his brain was taking it all in, watching every touch and every stroke and filing it in his head for later use.  Watching me do this was like getting the Cole’s notes on my pussy. He liked it when I did as I was told and I love when he likes it.

 

“I want to see you cum.  Now.  Please.”

 

My fingers crept out of my pussy, I pulled back my soaking wet panties and up to my clit.  My fingers stroked in a circular motion.  I began to rotate my hips in rhythm with my manipulations. Sounds escaped my lips and breath escaped me altogether.

 

“Stop.”

 

Feeling an orgasm coming on all too quickly I froze. I just stopped, mesmerized. Every part of me wanted to scream and spit and swear at him for making me stop just then, on the verge. Some part of my brain was taking it all in, watching every look and every facial shift, every change in his expression, no matter how subtle and filing it in my head for later use.

 

 

“Go ahead.”

 

Once again my fingers stroked in a circular motion.  Once again I’d rotate my hips in rhythm with my manipulations. Sounds, murmurs…

once again they escaped my lips and breath escaped me altogether. My back arched and my passion arced and I screamed out loud and he watched while my soul undulated and rocked as I gave all of my love away to him.

 

He crawled over the coffee table.  He pulled my panties off and brought my skirt higher and laid me out while he laid his lips against mine.  He kissed me hard and jagged as he released his hardened part as quickly as his fingers would let him.  He grabbed a handful of my hair in his left while he used his right hand to part my thighs and guide himself into me.

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none”>As soon as he had slid the entirety of himself deep into my passion I exploded yet again.  Rocking and moaning, half laughing, half sobbing, thoroughly sated and spent.  That didn’t stop him.  He kept sliding in and out of me, in and out, in and out until I no longer wanted to pull him away from my swollen clit. My hips started to meet his and together we moved.

 

A rhapsody of insatiable whimpering fills the air.   He shifting deep inside of me, hard and jagged, as he released his hardened part and I received him. He His body curves into me over and over as he emptied himself of his passion.  Again I screamed out loud and undulating and rocked against his body and emptied my passion out all over him.

 

 

I guess I am of the opinion that most men, and I mean that in the biggest paintbrush you can imagine kind of way…  But most men like sexual ruts.  So every once in awhile when a change is as good as a break we play “Best Out of Three” for sexual favours.  I’m not sure why he calls it “Best Out of Three”.  I know why I do.