After the Drought

If you hadn’t noticed I was gone for a while. I went down to help our friend Areli move her old art studio from upstairs to downstairs. Let me tell you, there was so much in there that after about 3 1/2 hours we were pooped and only half done! We had a wonderful visit and while not everything got accomplished, we did put a huge dent in it.

During this whole time, Master was at home, alone. Trust me, it was hard. If you read recently we rarely are apart. He texted me every few hours or so with sweet hugs, kisses and wanting to know what I was up to. It kept reminding me how alone he was and he really did miss me. I missed him too. Badly.

By the time I got home I was so horny. I had been wondering how to pounce on him, dreaming of the sex and passion that would overcome us. And it did. As soon as I got home I dropped my bags and pulled him up out of his chair and into the bedroom, undressing all the way. I wanted him and now!

We kissed feverishly, played lustfully and fucked hard and long. The first orgasm he gave me was a rolling one. It started and kept going and going. I begged him not to stop no matter what and I bucked and rocked and stretched. Then it started to crecendo and I had a sensation I have never had. A flood of liquid, I swear I squirted a little. It felt so good and as I reached the top of my climax (it really did last at least 30 seconds, honest), I howled. Oh yeah it was great.

OMG sex after orgasm is so very hot and wonderful. He was fierce. His nails along my back, love bites on my back, mmmm. The memories make me wet. We went at it twice right when I got home, get the pent up energy out.

Went out to dinner later and when we came home we watched some TV and I caught some porn… mmm I love porn. It got me going again and we went into the bedroom for more fun. The sex was hot, the pain was delicious. He was really into hurting me and I was his nasty whore/slut. I was cock hungry and he wanted to give it to me. I got a few more love bites, teeth marks on my breasts and they were achy from being squeezed like an orange.

Master could see I was in the pain slut mood and I was absorbing it all as pleasure. He pulled out the clover nipple clamps which usually really kill and put them on my pussy lips. OMG is was great. I even got brave and asked him to tug on them. I was feeling it all, it was intense, it was hot and it was good. He then applied the other set just above the orignals and tugged some more. YUM, I can’t believe I was enjoying it so much. When I maxed out he took them off.

And the sounds that came out of my mouth as I was feeling the edge of exstacy were so primal. The sex didn’t end. He took me again, I gave him an awesome blowjob or two and we collapsed spent. Spent and hungry.

Hopping in the car, smelling of sex and feeling the amorous feelings we have after sex, we drove to the grocery store. Snacking foods and a decision to get milkshakes on the way home.

What a fabulous homecoming! Master said that if this is the sex he gets when I’m away I should be away more often. *chuckle*

–luna

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