Some Like It Hot
I’m walking funny today, and I’m yawning a lot. I didn’t get much sleep last night.
Richard has been out shooting photographs the last couple of days, so I haven’t seen much of him during the day. That seems to make him more aggressive when we’re together. I also just remembered he says that he gets more aggressive when he is taking a lot of photographs - it feels like hunting at some level to him. Honestly, what doesn’t make Richard aggressive?
And then last night we watched “Some Like It Hot”, with Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis & Jack Lemmon. I guess I really didn’t need to mention the latter two, since they aren’t really relevant to this story, being male and in drag throughout the movie… Boy, she was gorgeous. Believe it or not, I don’t remember ever having seen her in a film before. Stills don’t do her justice, it’s the way she moves and the way she flirts with the camera that is so out of the ordinary.
Anyway, watching that movie probably didn’t make Richard any less aggressive. I got up after it was over to go to the bathroom (with permission, of course) and when I came back my clothes had fallen off. (When I’m at home and go to the bathroom, my clothes often fall off of their own accord. I don’t even realize it, but when I’m sitting on the toilet I often kick off my jeans and panties, then pull off my shirt and unsnap my bra. I walk out of the bathroom, leaving my clothes in a heap behind me. That’s when Richard says “Oh look! Your clothes have fallen off again!”)
I walked back to the couch and started to sit down but Richard grabbed my hips and swiveled me around and buried his face in my breasts. He nuzzled and sucked and nibbled my breasts until my knees started going out from under me. He pulled me down next to him and said “God, you’re gorgeous” and then played with me some more.
When we finally made it to the bedroom (try making it up the stairs in front of a turned-on dominant male) he shoved me onto the bed and played with me and fucked me until we were both exhausted. We fell asleep all tangled together. I could have slept that way all night.
But I didn’t. I was woken at least twice, as well as I can remember, to being fucked hard as my breasts were roughly sucked and chewed. This morning my hair was in knots, I was sticky all over, and my breasts and thighs and pussy ached.
Tonight we’re watching “Like Water for Chocolate”. For my pussy’s sake, I’m hoping it’s not as sexy as last night’s movie.
Oh oh. Like Water for Chocolate has a killer sexy scene. Outhouse on fire killer sexy. You’re in trouble.
Comment by sulpiciapast — February 1, 2008 @ 10:58 pm
I LOVE that movie!
Comment by Rori — February 1, 2008 @ 10:59 pm
Hah! Tell the truth - you’re hoping it is sexy as hell, and so is your pussy
Comment by Z — February 2, 2008 @ 5:50 am
Somehow I think Richard could watch ANY movie, even Finding Nemo, and want to take you for his own!
Comment by jdsgirl — February 2, 2008 @ 1:53 pm
i think richard is right about the “photography is hunting” principle i mean your looking for just the right picture and once you find that perfect picture that is your target and you go in for the “kill” and being a male and having an alpha psyche anything of a carnal animalistic nature will make him more aggressive :).
Comment by robert e jones — February 2, 2008 @ 2:17 pm
Oooo! That’s one of my all-time favorite movies! The book is just as good.
Did you get to watch it? If not, I’m sorry to tell you it’s very, very sexy…
Comment by Lilly — February 4, 2008 @ 6:23 pm