Of course it’s Halloween-time of year – things are finally cooling a tad, and all sorts of excuses for fun and games. Of course Charmer is always one to raise the stakes and have some fun with things, and this is no different.
I really believe that a big piece of her sado-erotic side is about mind games and physical overload. I’m not complaining, it’s hot as hell, but in the moment… well, that’s another story.
She likes to have me pretty much dissolved into a pool of shaky-sweaty-messiness before she’ll even think about going any further with ruined or even actual O’s. This is no different. I can feel the waves of edging gone crazy for a bit now, I feel those waves of “you think you’re running, controlling this? HA!” flooding in.
“Remember, today is different,” she says. “Yes, I remember,” I say between flashes of insanity. She grins that grin.
She takes me flying along once again – I’ve given up having any hope of trickery here, I’m just trying to stay somewhat able to go up and down the rushes – though even that is getting to be a challenge…
“sssstttttttaaaaaahhhhhhpppppp” I say quickly, waving her off in warning. “Oh, but that’s not it, now is it,” she says. I’m gasping for air.
“ooooooohhhh… fuuuuuuuck……” I mutter.
“oh, you clearly are not paying attention,” she says, moving more quickly, squeezing harder, then softer… “That’s not EVEN what I instructed.“
“Oh my god, woman. Fine! TRICK OR TREAT!” I whimper out.
She stops… “Very good. Thank you. Oh, and it’s TRICK. Too bad.“