SwingBot had to leave for a trip that we thought would take nine days, so he gave me a night of farewell bondage that created a desire for more even as it satisfied. And I then tried to go for a week of celibacy.
When I first started getting annual exams (read: \”Pap smears\”), I was told to be celibate for seven to ten days. More recently, the count was around three or four days. In preparation for my latest (which was scheduled for this past Thursday), I looked online for the recommendation, which was 24-28 hours. When I asked the receptionist, she said to not even worry about it. Between my memory of old information and the fact that I would have no partner for the week, I opted to start the Saturday that SwingBot left. Our farewell sex was the last I would have until after the exam; I would not even use a toy.
The exam was originally scheduled for the Monday after SwingBot returned, but I rescheduled it for earlier, figuring that the Sunday night he returned would be murder on us both otherwise. Thursday, he would still be out of town and there would be no temptation!
Then he found that he did not have to stay the whole time and scheduled an early return… for Wednesday afternoon.
Really?
Naturally, I was delighted to see him, but more than mildly concerned. No matter how satisfying I find other sexual activity, I crave vaginal sex… unless I am doing something to my partner that requires a lot of mental focus. If I am getting stimulated, then I am going to want vaginal intercourse. It is that simple. My only way around that is when my mind is more engaged than my body.
So, I thought that maybe I could tease and please SwingBot while I stayed dressed… have him lie back while I used a toy to fuck his ass and my hands and maybe mouth to stroke his cock to climax. I genuinely enjoy doing that, but it requires so much concentration that my body is content to go without physical stimulation… sometimes. I do sometimes get carried away and mount him; staying dressed increases my chances of focusing on his needs only.
However, whenever he returns from a trip, SwingBot gets very… passionate. I had no control over him or over myself; I was naked and writhing with enjoyment under his delightful attentions even while aware of the trouble it could cause. I wanted to have sex so badly. I knew that each thing that we did just increased the chance that I would be penetrated and potentially mess up the following day\’s exam, but it was increasingly hard to care. SwingBot knows all my buttons and just how to push them. He licked my toes, my breasts, my clit… He rubbed his cock all too delightfully against my clit, labia, and ass. We both desperately wanted penetration, so we opted to try something that we had not done between us in a very long while: anal sex in which I received.
Aware of the size issue, SwingBot opted for one of the \”average\” sized condoms, which basically squished his penis down a bit. He used a Lube Shooter to get me nicely lubed on the inside and let us go at my pace. I astonished us both by, after we got him inside (which did take time, work, and a few false starts), demanding that he \”fuck me hard!\” He did and, even though it was not the vaginal sex that I really wanted, it was great and surprisingly satisfying.
After we finished, I realized that I had sustained a little damage, a little surface tearing. Also, I realized that we had left two of our upstairs windows wide open. I could all too clearly hear the sounds of our neighbors doing various activities and felt embarrassed to realize what activities they may have heard… all too clearly. Apparently, I fail at discretion as much as I do at celibacy.