The Spinster's Exploits

…so there I was in all my finery, with discreetly planted weapons of moderate damage when I got the message about the traffic… it seemed I would have to wait for the pleasure of disciplining my lovely switchy sub…  and it is hard to get entirely comfortable in drag queen heels – still – all the more to take out of his arse I thought…

And he finely arrived – totally knackered! I was all ready to do my stern bit but gave him a hug instead and he asked for time out. So I led him to the sofa but set him to work removing my killer heels, before making us a nice cuppa. We are such a lovely pair of pensioners, sipping our tea, while he stroked my legs through the fishnets and admired my shiny red toenails and copped a feel of my naked thigh above the stocking tops…

It seemed only fair to ditch my cherished plans, finish our tea and go for a siesta. After all the trouble I’d taken I was in no hurry to remove my finery and nor – it seemed was he… I lost the dress and thanks to the medicinal properties of my bog-standard tea, I had a reasonably perky lover on my hands and a rather vanilla situation as he explored the contents of my so-carefully chosen lingerie.

And suddenly I was aware Wicked Willie had joined the party and a rather hard fuck seemed an appealing option. I was however concerned about my lover who really had been looking quite shaky with fatigue so recently so I asked if such a fucking was a possibility. It seemed it was.

And I knew what I wanted – a hard fuck from behind – doggy fashion, with a little support to take the thrusts – and it was amazing. And it didn’t break him! Must be my tea-making skills, camiknickers and fishnets!