Read Act I here:

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/

Read Act II here:

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-pt-ii

Read Act III here:

http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-iii/

ACT IV

He was ready and after the immense, patient and meticulously orchestrated pleasure he had given me I was ready to give him whatever was required of me. I knew better not to tease him. My man had done a good job, deserved a gold star and so it took me only a moment to figure out how to build towards driving him into an ecstasy coma. 

I started with the obvious. I fixed my posture so that my two eyes were directly facing his third eye.  His third appeared to be looking at me lazily balanced at the summit of its long hard shaft which lay on a delicate, secure foundation of twin testicles. I blinked my eyes at his third eye wondering how to make love to it on the sly. I heard my baby moan and what started out as a short moan ended in sputtering gasps. The third eye was dancing back and forth between my tonsils now as I took it all – third eye, shaft and testicular base into my mouth. 

I deep throated him just like how I saw Gina Dean do it on her videos. I relaxed my throat, opened my jaw and guided the third eye down the pink vascular tunnel, keeping all – the eye, shaft and testicular base clear of my teeth. 

It was in this way my mouth, tongue, tonsils and oesophagus welcomed my Jai, smoothly and serenely, calmly massaging his appendages utilizing circular motions, back and forth, alternatiing pleasure with more pleasure. I loved it and he loved it. 

His hands slowly reached up from caressing my shoulders and I started a bit when I felt his grip tighten at the back of my head. 

Click here for Act V : )

Read Act I here:

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/

Read Act II here:

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-pt-ii

                         ACT III

My juices mingled with his to create for me an epicenter of pleasure, which was not my pleasure to enjoy alone. I mouth was now open now still in the same posiition and shape I had used to mutter my last word “…these”. With each stroke of his tongue millions of tiny fingers were born, each radiating from the tip of his tongue to massage every cell of my body into total submission until each of them reached my brain and my mind gradually erasing each and every thought, goal, ambition, drive, every to-do list, eveything with an agenda. I was now mush, useless mush – a writhing, wide-mouth opening ball of mush.

I managed to get one eye open and saw him smiling as we worked dutifully between my legs. “You okay baby?” he cooed softly as he introduced his index finger to my ooooooooohhhhhhh… this man was clearly going to kill me. Each time we enjoyed each other like this it was so basic, so instinctual, so primal that I feared in our beastlike state that one of us would lose control altogether in this pleasure-pain torment to annihilate the other’s existence.

I looked down at my man and his work, watching the sun’s rays highlighting his disappearing and reappearing finger – which now became plural. While doing this he made his other hand, so warm and gorgeous, still with his watch around his wrist, his hand travelled up my belly, making pit stops along the way to play with my hip bone and navel. I felt the alernating warmth of his skin and the coolness of the metal of his watch. Without looking up his watch hand found my breasts and cupped them, massaging them vigorously and playing with the nipples. I knew he was having way too much fun to untie me anytime soon.

He never made me cum, just took me there, right to the tip, the cusp, the rim the summit, then stopped. This was his cycle and his style. This exquisite torture was his way of expressing his love for me. And when he straightened up and bent down to kiss my nose, that his his way of saying he was hard and throbbing now and that playtime was over.

Click here for Act IV : )

http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-iv/

Read Act I here:

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/

ACT II

So here came my god. He looked into my eyes and one corner of his mouth curved into a smile. In careful measured movements, he got rid of the tie, unbuttoned his shirt and disposed of his shoes and his socks. Then he leaned sideways against the wall keeping his body facing me. I could no longer see his eyes now as his face was not cast in shadow. He casually reached behind him and picked out a stick of gum from the stack of candy we had stored in the glass bowl on the narrow table by the entry way – a welcoming gesture for guests to our home.  

Jai was such a joker. He stayed there chewing and smiling while I lay in my position refusing to relinquish my sexiness which was beginning to feel more and more ridiculous the longer the chair had my body quivering in such a provocative position.

Jai got rid of the gum and had now popped a pink Starburst square into his mouth. My breath was very hot and moist against my gag and I was anxious to end this. “Haaaaaappy Tuuuuuuueesday Baybeeeeeeeeee!” my vibrating alto voice sang out to him sounding like I was talking into a fan. “Mmmhmmm…” was all he said. He looked around, “Baby, looks like we’ve been robbed! Look at how they left you all tied up. I should call the police right now!” He faked a look of concern as he toolk his cell phone from out his pocket and begin to fake dial. I was tired of this game now and my hands were beginning to numb. I looked up at my hands and wiggled them. “Bayybeee…” I started to whine, ” Stooop …. could you at least come loosen these…”

To this day, only God could let me know what the rest of that sentence was.

I felt his breath in my pussy. Then came the tongue. Oh, that luxurious tongue now cool from the minty gum he had chewed and so moist from all the jaw work he had dedicated to enjoying his candy. My juices mingled with his to create for me an epicenter of pleasure, which was …

Read Act I here

 http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/

Read Act III here

http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-iii/

I had tied myself to the chair. Actually it was not a chair according to Jai, he referred to it as the Recliner SKB1500- sleek to the touch, easy to operate, one button for up, one button for down, one for warm, one for cool, one button for vibbbrrrraaaaatttttteeeee.

So anyways, I had tied myself to the chair, inhaling, exhaling as I made the sailor knots as I did back in my Girl Scout Days – looping and tightening, over and under, tug, tug…ouch…too tight…a little looser… okay done.

And I tied myself to the chair.

So that when he came through the front door with today’s mail, loosened tie, took off his glasses and looked up, he would see me his wife in his favourite chair, his ESPN chair, His SportsCenter chair, His CNN chair, His Beer+Wings+Monday Night Football Chair.

I had moved it from its spot in front of the plasma and had dragged it across our plush living room carpet, making a light beige trail in the carpet which betrayed the chair’s maiden voyage across the floor. It was heavy but I was more focused than it was heavy. Mid tugging one of my breasts had escaped my garment. I glanced down at, debated for all of one second before deciding my tug mission took precedence. I had couple more inches to go to get the chair in place. Then it was done and I slipped out of my slip, tossed it under a cushion then stood upright to look at the chair. The chair’s black leather so beautifully enveloped by the sharp distinct lines of light coming through the blinds which covered the sliding glass door.

The chair, the Recliner SKB1500 would be my throne tonight.

So here I was in it and tied to it by sailor knots. I had pressed buttons to adjust the back until my butt sank lovingly into the milky smooth textured leather. I had pulled my blue satin scarf over my mouth, which made me have to reluctantly nix the red lipstick idea. I had on my strappy heels – not the black ones but the red Jimmy Choos. This was my attire for the evening and as the doorknob turned all I could see were my crested breasts, now pointy nipples and the tops of my knees. I squirmed and shifted, hitting the viiibrraaatteee button by accident and left the chair to do its jiggle work. I had zero time left. All I could see was the “Home Sweet Home” plaque above the door, as my view was obstructed by my position. Obviously I had to adjust and by the time the door was open my legs were open too and I was staring through my legs at my husband and he had me, all of me in full view.

Naked, vibrating, tied up,  strappy heels, his favorite chair, silent and gagged, with afternoon sunshine dancing down my skin making my tummy ring glisten as well as giving all that was moist that cozy sparkle.

Click here for Act II:

http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-pt-ii/

Scccccccccccrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm

IF I could scream

if I could scream

And the words that came from that scream would be daggers with burning bright orange tips

I would direct my scream, I would focus my scream, I would channel it

To the assholes who don’t call a woman after a great date

Who throw her into a paranoia where she steps out of her rightful mind, hears phantom phone rings, checks her inbox, her voicemal inbox, her facebook, her modem… call the internet company to ask if everything’s okay…

Y’know cause bad connections happen

One phone call, the dialing of 7 digits, the sitting through one ring, then two rings, then three….

Whats the worst that could happen? huh? voicemail? line disconnected? child #2 of a total of 6 answers with spongebob playing on the tv in the background

Fucking grow some balls and call the woman

The longer you wait the more she turns into a werewolf – hypersensitive to sight, smell and touch

Fading more and more from the world of the sane – wild eyes, sitting alert, erratic speech…

Questions herself, checks her poise, second guesses her beauty

Oh this man, you confused man – if you’re not gonna call..

Then don’t ask her out, keep it moving

Don’t ask her out

At all.