1. A favour for Misty 3


    Date: 12/21/2014, Categories: BDSM, Sex Humor, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    A favour for Misty 3 The church clock was striking midnight as I put my key in my home door lock, like a d***k tiptoeing from the pub hoping to be quiet, like something from a seaside postcard her indoors was waiting, no doubt to pounce! “Oh you finally bothered to come home then” “Yes my sweet” [be subservient it may save some explanations] “Took your bl**dy time didntcha” “Yes my sweet” [so far so good] “You are d***k” “Not as d***k as you were when you came home from misty`s” [woop`s that was a mistake even a d***k knows when his foot is in the p*o for something he had said] “What happened?” “Erm perhaps tomorrow when I have rested” [tactful! time to think] “RESTED! “ She screamed “bl**dy degenerate, you don’t get tired with me!” Gently I pointed out that A, she would have me believe she is not interested in sex herself anymore and B, as I saw it she never managed to arouse me enough to get me tired anyway and it was her idea in the first place! [Mistake no2, p*o getting deeper by the second] This last was the final straw on the old camel`s back and it sent her into some sort of female frenzy, frothing at the mouth and swearing at me with words I am reluctant to write here you being such gentle souls, however the jist was that she was less than happy so I did the gentlemanly thing and turned away, toddling off to bed leaving her to calm herself. [An act of shear bravery or was it stupidity!] At breakfast, next morning we met, her having used the spare room, then having ...
    cooked a fine full English, [have you heard the term the condemned ate a hearty breakfast?] like a fly with a hangover, caught in a spiders web I warily started to eat, she sat tight lipped for the first ten very long minutes, lulling me into a false sense of security, then timed to perfection as I filled my mouth with a tasty morsel she started with acute female logic, by saying that she had set me up with that ‘sad fat cow’ to test my resolve as a husband and that I had failed the test miserably. [Whoops? Tactical blunder] I replied, gulping down a mouth full of bacon and eggs that Misty may be a sad fat cow but she knew how to treat a man, and that I had enjoyed myself the evening before and that I should be doing it again soon if the mood took me and things at home didn’t improve. [Another Tactical blunder, a taste of bravery, or perhaps the bravado of the condemned] Eyes bulged, mouth like a goldfish, she at last was at a loss for words. Now in all the great movies the hero...[me,!] would have strode off stage left leaving her stood in tears, Unfortunately his didn’t rate a B movie! Dopey here sat finishing his bacon and eggs while the heroine girded her loins for another broadside and things quickly developed from a river boat skirmish, to two major fleets mauling at one another then both retreating declaring a victory! The battle of Jutland in miniature! Battle ensigns now firmly raised we were both on the point of starting firing the first shot like a couple of sumo ...
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