I was lying on my back with my legs in a diamond shape, toes clasping each other in a pre-orgasmic rhythm and fingers clenching the bed covers. Beforehand I had promised myself to be enthusiastic but detached, but promises fly like leaves in the wind when he is naked, positioned between my legs and studiously inflicting a squishy and energetic havoc with his fingers.

A heat rose in my centre, overlaid with a growing feeling of sharper discomfort when his fingers plunged faster. I was surfing the ragged crest of either coming or asking for a rest but my body took over and rushed an orgasm like an electric shock that ended almost as soon as it started.

“What the fuck was that about?” I thought, when I regained the ability to think. I had squirted dark patches over his bed sheets, left droplets down his torso and legs that shone in the light and somehow had spattered myself from belly to shoulder.

I asked, “How do you do that? I haven’t squirted, don’t squirt and now you’ve done it more than once!”

He laughed and deflected my question with a kiss, no doubt wanting to keep his magic finger gushing technique to himself. He should be more community minded and share with the world.

We weaved in and out of frenetic fucking and tender caresses of recovery under the covers. After a few hours he observed that we had been strictly vanilla and not yet ventured to the dark side. I nodded but said that vanilla has again been proven a great flavour on its own.

Later he asked one thing I’d like to do during the evening. In the back of my mind was that I was an overly spoiled, jelly-legged mass of endorphins and he hadn’t yet come. I ended up dirtying the vanilla and kneeling on the bed with him standing before me, a leather lead tautly connecting the collar around my neck to his hand. I coated his cock, balls and anus with saliva and tongued and kissed and licked and massaged and feasted and asked for his come in my mouth. He gave quickly and willingly. I opted not to shower and drove home wearing the many aromas of us.

He gives many reasons to be lust-crazed and unbalanced at times but I know I’ll be on the road again for more if the opportunity arises.