Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Hymn of the Pearls

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not exactly a "normal" person and this realization also intrudes upon my sexual desires and adds to my deviancy. I'm fine with it, I'm coping....and I love it.

Gadget has made it clear ((by words and action)) that he's a very sexually hungry and completely open man, especially when it comes to me. This suits me fine, just fine indeed.

Who said the "family jewels" aren't toys?

Last night we're lying in bed and my mind is fluttering to that very sleepy place where sex fantasy and deep sleep converge to make me a very tired and dreamy little girl. He's lying next to me in my big bed, hidden beneath the covers and speaking to me on sex and love and strippers. Yes, strippers. My little mind is somewhat offended because he wants to take his long time friend to a club for a lap dance for his birthday this week and I don't know how I want to deal with it. Not that I really feel it's a huge deal, but it has slipped to my mind as he begins to break it down for me.

Its true, I've been to strip clubs and had fun, even a lap dance where a girl grabbed my tits and licked my neck, her hot, breathy voice near the shell of my ear,

I'd love to wrestle you onto the floor and lick your pussy until you cry.

And these were the pre-18 days too. But I'm sort of stuck in this quandry, I love Gadget and though not jealous, being a highly bred and raised woman, I feel like I'm not needed or respected if my boyfriend wants to go to a club and have a "Southern Lapdance" with a bunch of his buddies. Wouldn't he much rather have me in his arms than a dirty stripper?

Fortunately for you though, this post is not about strippers nor my girlfriend-ish issues. This post is about Pearls and their many lovely and beautifully kinky usages.

I have a kinky girl that lives inside my libido who likes to take control and whips out in a little bit of rebellion and dirty fun most days. Am I to be blamed? No of course not, but then again who wouldn't love to be under the heel of a uber-feminine teenage deviant? ::smiles::

It's true, I do have a bit of an pearl fetish/oral fixation.

To return to the moment: the moon is outside my window and my sleepy mind is fuzzy as I think about strippers and lap dances and how I must be better than a skanky exotic dancer. But how can I show him? How can I prove my worth not only as a good, loving girlfriend but as a versatile sexual being with so much to give? My mind slithers over possibilities in my sexually creative head, my voice is soft, sweet, yet full of need and unbridled interest,

Babe, I'm into cock-bondage. Don't worry, its not the crazy kind, just the fun kind and I promise you'll like it.

Without waiting for a response, I reach behind his head to my jewelry rack that hangs on the wall of my currently being-re-decorated room and take my 35 inch strand of antique natural pearls. His waiting cock is standing forth like a monument to the night and to all his little sex driven mind can conceive. Delicately and with small, soft hands, I wrap the pearls around his cock, starting at the bottom of his thick shaft and twining up, completely encasing his hard flesh in pearls. When at last the pearls were in place, I took both ends and pulled gently, flicking the head of his cock with my tongue.

His reaction was palpable as his hand covered his mouth, his breath coming harsh and thick, fast. His cock too was reacting, pulsing and swelling against the pearls. With each surge of his flesh, the pearls ripples into it exciting him even further. As I sucked and licked away at his sensitive head, he became like stone inside my mouth, harder and thicker than he's ever been before, the head showing red and swollen in the blue tinted light of the dappled moonlight.

His breath was coming harsh and his comments rippled forth like curses to God as his body tensed and he writhed on the bed,

Oh baby, this is the best sensation I've ever felt in my entire life, I swear. Oh my god. It just feels so awesome.

I smiled gently with satisfaction as my mouth luxuriated over his cock, his body, his mouth and his pulsing cock giving me feedback that only increased my need to make him come hard and finalize his grand sensation.

Without warning I pulled the end of the pearl strand up and over his cock and away, the pearls rubbing him as the streamed upwards, massaging his already maniacally aroused cock. He moaned and his body tensed the nth degree, his words only grunts and a long streaming moan issuing from his mouth followed by a laugh of sheer pleasure and amazement.

His moan was even deeper as I slid his whole length into my mouth, letting the tip of him touch the back of my throat before sucking upwards. After a few moments and his fingertips sliding at the base of his engorged cock, his hips bucked before he came with a force that nearly drowned me, his come hitting the inside of my throat and causing me to hold back gagging as he came stronger than he ever has.

He was paralyzed with his ecstasy as I got up to sip at some water and stretch my crumpled legs. When I lay back down on the bed, he was singing my praises with the comforter pulled up over his face, his body still tense and enraptured. I smiled softly and with sleepiness as I crawled into bed with him, his warm arms falling to me and enroving me in his circle of warmth. It was a great ending to a stressful, horrible and otherwise senselessly draining day.

To me, any object can be a sex object; people, accessories, clothing. Your imagination has no bounds when it comes to its creative power and sense of sensation and drive. Even vintage pearls from the 1930's can have some use in this modern day and age, and powerful use at that.



A said...

sounds like the stripper anxiety is less about the strippers + sex than it is about you + your sense of self-worth. we all have our buttons... i'm fine with a guy going to a strip joint, but if he flirts with another girl who i know and like, he's in trouble!

uh, i guess my point is, i think this is normal.

la petite dévergondée said...

haha, no I definatly agree with you on your view.

it really wasnt such a big deal, I had no self-talk sessions nor did it hurt me for hours as I pondered away all depressed. it was simply a small blip in my mind that night and so I think when I wrote it down, it became full to drama and so thats where I put focus to give some interest.

I really agree with you on the self worth though, good wording. thanks for the comment.

big kiss -la petite

Kyma said...

Such a nice recollection of events, makes me wish to have that happen to me. That first photo at the top of the post is so alluring, and I can't figure out why.

Cajunag said...

From what I can tell about you, you should have no worries. I can't imagine that any stripper could hold a candle to you la petite.

As for the remainder of the post...Mmmmm. What a perfect way to start a Friday. I was glad I read your blog before the rest of the office showed up this morning. ;)

la petite dévergondée said...

haha, yeah alone time is usually needed to read my writing and to view the page ((can anyone say artisitically revealed/unrevealed breasts?).

thanks love
-la petite

single gal said...

wow! those pearls sound fantastic - i may not be able to afford the real thing but i may go pick up a replica set the next time i'm shopping.

CorporateSlaveMonkey999 said...

I'm pretty new to this, and this was the first story of yours I read. I thoroughly enjoyed it. You're a very talented writer. Being normal is so overrated.

Freddy said...

mmmmmmmm pearls - I love the pearls
especially if combined with some baby oil

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