Sweet Regret

i met with my monday today, being as i had to meet with my thursday on monday evening, since he was going out of town.

Monday… oh what a lover he is. i can still taste his lips on mine, still feel the throbbing heat from our passionate friction. a gentleman in every way, but when the door to his apartment is closed, the beast within awakens.
such a man.
i arrived at his apartment at precicely 8:00AM. the morning air was chill, causing my small breasts to perk up and demand attention through my silk red tank. i wore the outfit he loves best… a plain black mini skirt and red tank, with one of his shiny black silk buttondown shirts. and, always, my calve hugging knee-high boots.
i walked to his apartment from the usual two blocks over. many honks, many men leering at me, surely assuming i was a simple whore out early to get some money. make no mistake about it, my dear readers, for i am no man’s plaything. i am a woman of pleasure, and i do not receive any payment from my three lovers besides the physical.
i walked up the metallic stairs and finally made it to his landing, where i knocked once, briskly, and counted down. he knows i do not appreciate being kept waiting. as with the other two, he fancies that i am his sex kitten… but in all actuality, he is my slave. in ten seconds, if he has not opened the door, i shall leave. it has happened only twice with him. once more and i will not return. i will not be ignored, denied, or teased.
he opens the door with five seconds remaining. he smiles, for he is wearing black shorts and nothing more. his smile of anticipation and the impatient greed in his eyes cools the fires within, and i push him inside and snap at him to get dressed. the fool.
he scurries off like an abused puppy, and reappears wearing a shirt of the same blue that matches his eyes. i glance at the floor once, and he immediately drops to his knees and unzips my boots. using his shoulder for support, i step out of them and kick them aside. even without the height the boots lend me, i am tall, and i can nearly look him eye to eye.
he dares to make eye contact. SMACK! his face whips to the right, a clear tattoo of my hand across his perfect cheekbones. he knows better than that. he will pay for that infraction. before he has recovered from my slap, i have stepped against him, my young lithe body wriggling against him, feeling the heat of his body through his clothing. i grip his face in the palms of my hands and press my lips against his.
my fingers slide through his hair, and i dig my nails into his scalp in the way that makes him moan. as soon as the sound escapes his lips, my hand catches his and directs it to the zipper at the back of my skirt. he has gotten too caught up in our kisses… unlike the females that make up most of the worlds population, i do not have a soft, yielding kiss. my kisses are fueled with the fires of lust, forceful, and not at all demure.
i break the kiss.

his lips continue to seek mine, and i turn around and lean over, pressing the palms of my hands against the wall. my rounded ass on display under the black hem of my skirt, he finally takes the initiative and unzips me. i turn to look at him over my shoulder, and watch the bulge in his pants grow still larger. oh how i love exciting my slaves. my skirt falls, revealing the lacy black panties that have been known to drive many a young man insane with lust. he grabs them clumsily and near to rips them off.
i stand and turn to him, unbuttoning the black silk, then pulling the red top off after it.
“look at me.”

he does, and in his pretty blue eyes i read lust. my dark eyes have been trained to smolder, but if the fool could read past the hunger for physical stimulation, he would read the disgust i hold for him. i cannot allow my thoughts to remain here, and i pounce on him. my lean thighs encircle his waist, and his hands immediately reach down to cup my ass, press me closer to his arousal.
i am carried into his room, where he shuts the door with his heel and lays me down on the bed gently. to him, i am a treasure. he is young, but 24, though older than me. he will always hold a special place in my heart, for he was my first sexual encounter and first pet. though he is five years older than me, his age is his only advantage. Monday has low self esteem, good looks granted later in life than he would have hoped, and still suffers from many of the insecurities expected of a man who never fit in.
i draw his lips to mine, and wrap my thighs around his waist, pulling him close to me. automatically, upon feeling his weight on me, i begin pressing my body up against his, grinding against his massive erection, soaking his nice black pants.
i allow him to kiss my breasts for a bit, but soon desire more direct pleasure. i press his hand against my burning pussy lips, and sigh when he begins rubbing my clitoris in slow, tantalizing circles. ohhh… such a tease… and this is the only moment when i allow my toys to tease me…
i arch my back, my head staying on the pillow, trying to press myself onto his fingertips, which continue to tease me…
at this moment…
i lose control

he slides his fingers down my soaked slit… oh so close… im writhing on the bed, so much that he finally puts a hand on my stomach to hold me in place. he knows how i dearly love penetration. he ventures past that pleasure spot to the cleft of my ass, and presses a fingertip inside.
i cry out. i cant help myself, the sensation so wonderful. he doesnt try to slide his finger in any farther, though he knows i love it, and returns to play with the dripping entrance of my most intense pleasure zones.

oh so slowly, he presses a fingertip into my, not far at all, and i moan, loudly. my breath catches, and i bite my lip before i can begin begging. he pauses his slow strokes and looks up at me from his position between my thighs, and i raise to my elbows to glare at him, while trying to regain control.
he slams two fingers into me. i fall back, a scream of ecstacy on my lips, and he continues his frenzied assault, until he finds it.
that one spot, the pleasure zone, the only place that can reduce me to a quivering mass of nerve endings.
my hand seeks out my clit and i rub it furiously as he watches, and im brought almost instantaneously to a mind-shattering orgasm. he watches, amusedly, as my entire body quakes and shudders, my tight little hole coating his hand with tangy juices. i leave my body for a moment, and float somewhere above, then fly gently down to rejoin my glowing skin.
i lay weakly for a moment, and he stands to remove his clothes. though my body cries out for his thick cock, i silence it.
a lesson must be learned.

he removes his shirt and drops his pre-cum stained pants and shorts, giving me a full on view of his cock, glistening in the dull light. i sigh in hunger, but refuse to give in to the temptation. i have fucked this particular pet but five times, no more and no less than the other three pets. i receive most of my pleasure from the fingers of my lovers, rarely from their genitals, and never from their tongues. i have yet to find a man who offers the pleasure i seek from his tongue, and i’d rather not waste any time being disapointed.

i sit up, swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand. i kiss his lips, gently now that i am satiated, and slide my hand up and down the length of his rod but twice. then i step away, turn, and begin dressing. in less than two minutes i am out the door, leaving my frustrated toy behind, no doubt angered and more than disapointed.
as he thinks about our encounter today, raises his fingers to his lips, he will recall my slap, and will hang his head when he realizes my abruptness was his own fault.
we’ll try again next month.