Post by goldenmyst on Jun 11, 2018 15:44:24 GMT -6
Bucket List
“Folks I’m going to take Paul home now.” Sonja grabs me by my shirt collar like a child. She leads me out of the restaurant. Once home she pushes me down on the bed.
“What’s wrong honey? Why are you mad at me?”
“Do you realize you were conversing with Jill more than me? In fact, you pay more attention to the other men’s wives than me when we go out on group dates.”
“Come on darling. I just like socializing when we go out. You and me have plenty of us time together at home.”
“Shut up. I mean it.” I shut my trap like a good boy.
“Oh Paul, I’ve been too harsh. Tell me do you have a bucket list? You are a big healthy hunk of man. But your cholesterol is through the roof. Your EKGs are normal, thankfully, but is there anything you really desire? We can’t go on vacation because of our student loans. Yet I’ll do anything you want. Just ask me.”
“Sonja I’m happy just being here with you.”
“Paul you’re holding something back. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Oh honey, every man has dreams. You’re probably feeling that from me.”
“Do I have to use sexual interrogation on you? You’re hiding something. But I’m still hungry. Paul, I don’t feel like cooking lunch. Take me out for veggie burgers.”
“You take the keys, Sonja.”
“It will be my pleasure. I’ll even open the door for you when we arrive. Your masculine pride won’t be trespassed by a woman opening the door for you? Will it?”
“Of course not, I grew up opening doors for women. But I am open to role reversal and not just with door opening.”
“Oh, you tease. You want to role play in bed. Don’t you? You want me to be dominant for a change. Well, I’d love too! Why didn’t you ask before?”
“There’s more, but I can’t ask you to do it.”
“Paul, it’s me your wife! You can ask me to do anything.”
“My fantasy is to be treated harshly by you.”
“Paul I can be rough with you.”
“But would you feel comfortable doing it?”
“Actually I feel empowered by the prospect of taking a dominant role with you. We’ve hardly talked about my needs as a woman. This has been on my mind a lot lately. Turning the tables would be good for both of us.”
“Never would I have anticipated you to even entertain this notion much less for this to be your secret fantasy,” I say.
“You always took the wheel before. Being in the driver’s seat is different but feels good and natural. And you thought Sonja was just a cute little seductress” she says.
“I guess I didn’t know how you’d take it. But now your man is feeling beside himself with joy. I can’t wait to get home.”
“You know what? Screw the burger joint. We’ll have peanut butter and jelly. Let’s do the dominatrix tango. Oh, I am so ready for this! The bed awaits. I’ve never felt this liberated before. This is way better than a happy meal.” I gaze into Sonja’s steely blue eyes, searching, yearning for something deeper. We drive home in silence. The sexual tension is hanging in the hair, thick like fog.
Once we get back to our house and open the door, Sonja escorts me down the hall and ushers me into the living room. “Now follow me. You like the view from behind me don’t you? Well, I’m going to sit my bubble butt on this plush sofa. You sit on the chair.” Her hair is soaked in pheromones, the essence of female aggression.
I excuse myself to the powder room and come out wearing my jammies. “Paul, why are you wearing pajamas in the afternoon? You are not to wear sleep clothing during the day.”
“I feel more comfortable in them. You said I was too tense and need to get more relaxed.”
“Can’t you chill like most people do? Take a long walk. You need the aerobic exercise.”
“But pants are so restricting,” I say with a pout.
“There is a reason for that. What if my friend Goldie came over to visit and you got turned on? A man can’t hide that in those flimsy things. Imagine my embarrassment. Of course, she wouldn’t say anything, but I would be mortified. As should you.”
“But honey I can control myself,” I reply with
sad puppy eyes.
“Like hell, you can. Just the sight of Goldie would get your rooster crowing. In a staring contest, Goldie the Medusa would turn your Cyclops to stone.”
“Do you really believe I have so little self-control?” I ask flabbergasted as if I am insulted.
Sonja laughs, “Paul, your eyes took a stroll all over Goldie last time she was here. And don’t think I didn’t notice your focus.”
“Come on honey. I’ve never strayed. My peepers may poke around, but my big man stays where he belongs.”
“He ain’t tall, but he sure is robust and mighty.” She smiles and draws lazy circles on my chest.
“How refreshing it is to hear something uplifting and elevating,” I grin.
“How dare you counterpart me. Right now you’re not in a position to talk back to me. I’m the head honcho. The more you flap your gums the worse it will be for you,” is her no joke command.
“Honey, you can’t hold it against me that my baby blues wander into forbidden places. That’s called being a man.”
“Hah. If that’s being a man, I sure am glad I’m a woman.”
“Your feminism is the sugar in my tea.”
“Good ole iced tea coming up, with a twist of lemon for that tangy flavor you love. You like your women tart just like your Lipton I do declare. Do you want your feminist to wield the whip in bed and a mop in the kitchen?”
“Well, you seem to like the arrangement.”
“That’s enough sass from you. I’m going to string you up like a snap bean vine to a pole. Now, lay in the bed on your back! I’m woman enough to give you a lesson. Are you man enough to take it?” she commands again.
“I take it this isn’t algebra,” I quip.
She ropes and ties me like a prize steer. Then she says, “The key to a dominatrix session is that the domme decides what’s on the slate. If it was up to you then it wouldn’t really be putting me in charge.”
“Oh, darling whatever you have in mind will be wicked.”
“Good, this will be so kinky you’ll turn every shade of red. So here is what’s on the agenda. We start with ‘Lord Byron.’ Hearken unto me and listen”:
‘She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.’
She says, “Doesn’t that just turn you on? God this is like sexual jalapeno for me. Don’t you know that poetry is the best aphrodisiac? Let me introduce you to an old friend of mine named Shelley. He got me through many a lonely night.”:
‘See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?’
But this is the Columbian Gold of hot button pressers for me. Here’s the woman who stole my heart with her poems, Emily Dickinson. My my, Emily, how you do melt a girl into a puddle!”:
‘Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.’
“Lawdy, I’m about to spontaneously combust.”
“No whips and chains or naughty things?”
“Me thinks you are in a shrewish frame of mind. I may have to use a more corporeal approach to tame you. As a rule of thumb, remember if you behave yourself among our friends you get apple pie for dessert. But if you act like a spoiled brat you get plain yogurt which is healthy but bland.”
“Why do you tease me? Don’t your desires incline toward wish fulfillment?”
“Sugarplum, you’re fussing like a girl who broke her fingernail. My wishes lean differently than yours.”
“Hearing you read gave me déjà vu of when I was in high school.”
“Me too! I haven’t had this much fun since me and my girlfriends tied up the lads to the old oak tree in our yard. The boys were co-conspirators I must say. Speaking of bondage games, perhaps it is time to restore your freedom.”
“You know getting a playful spanking gives an endorphin release similar to aerobic exercise which is good for my cardiovascular system” I proclaim.
“Well then I shall administer them to you for the sake of your health. But honey, you won’t die of arteriosclerosis. I’ll stuff you so full of antioxidants and healthy foods you’ll live to be over hundred. I can bring home tofu and sauté it up in a wok, but you’re the man of the house” she says with a smile.
With thanks to Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, and Emily Dickinson
“Folks I’m going to take Paul home now.” Sonja grabs me by my shirt collar like a child. She leads me out of the restaurant. Once home she pushes me down on the bed.
“What’s wrong honey? Why are you mad at me?”
“Do you realize you were conversing with Jill more than me? In fact, you pay more attention to the other men’s wives than me when we go out on group dates.”
“Come on darling. I just like socializing when we go out. You and me have plenty of us time together at home.”
“Shut up. I mean it.” I shut my trap like a good boy.
“Oh Paul, I’ve been too harsh. Tell me do you have a bucket list? You are a big healthy hunk of man. But your cholesterol is through the roof. Your EKGs are normal, thankfully, but is there anything you really desire? We can’t go on vacation because of our student loans. Yet I’ll do anything you want. Just ask me.”
“Sonja I’m happy just being here with you.”
“Paul you’re holding something back. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Oh honey, every man has dreams. You’re probably feeling that from me.”
“Do I have to use sexual interrogation on you? You’re hiding something. But I’m still hungry. Paul, I don’t feel like cooking lunch. Take me out for veggie burgers.”
“You take the keys, Sonja.”
“It will be my pleasure. I’ll even open the door for you when we arrive. Your masculine pride won’t be trespassed by a woman opening the door for you? Will it?”
“Of course not, I grew up opening doors for women. But I am open to role reversal and not just with door opening.”
“Oh, you tease. You want to role play in bed. Don’t you? You want me to be dominant for a change. Well, I’d love too! Why didn’t you ask before?”
“There’s more, but I can’t ask you to do it.”
“Paul, it’s me your wife! You can ask me to do anything.”
“My fantasy is to be treated harshly by you.”
“Paul I can be rough with you.”
“But would you feel comfortable doing it?”
“Actually I feel empowered by the prospect of taking a dominant role with you. We’ve hardly talked about my needs as a woman. This has been on my mind a lot lately. Turning the tables would be good for both of us.”
“Never would I have anticipated you to even entertain this notion much less for this to be your secret fantasy,” I say.
“You always took the wheel before. Being in the driver’s seat is different but feels good and natural. And you thought Sonja was just a cute little seductress” she says.
“I guess I didn’t know how you’d take it. But now your man is feeling beside himself with joy. I can’t wait to get home.”
“You know what? Screw the burger joint. We’ll have peanut butter and jelly. Let’s do the dominatrix tango. Oh, I am so ready for this! The bed awaits. I’ve never felt this liberated before. This is way better than a happy meal.” I gaze into Sonja’s steely blue eyes, searching, yearning for something deeper. We drive home in silence. The sexual tension is hanging in the hair, thick like fog.
Once we get back to our house and open the door, Sonja escorts me down the hall and ushers me into the living room. “Now follow me. You like the view from behind me don’t you? Well, I’m going to sit my bubble butt on this plush sofa. You sit on the chair.” Her hair is soaked in pheromones, the essence of female aggression.
I excuse myself to the powder room and come out wearing my jammies. “Paul, why are you wearing pajamas in the afternoon? You are not to wear sleep clothing during the day.”
“I feel more comfortable in them. You said I was too tense and need to get more relaxed.”
“Can’t you chill like most people do? Take a long walk. You need the aerobic exercise.”
“But pants are so restricting,” I say with a pout.
“There is a reason for that. What if my friend Goldie came over to visit and you got turned on? A man can’t hide that in those flimsy things. Imagine my embarrassment. Of course, she wouldn’t say anything, but I would be mortified. As should you.”
“But honey I can control myself,” I reply with
sad puppy eyes.
“Like hell, you can. Just the sight of Goldie would get your rooster crowing. In a staring contest, Goldie the Medusa would turn your Cyclops to stone.”
“Do you really believe I have so little self-control?” I ask flabbergasted as if I am insulted.
Sonja laughs, “Paul, your eyes took a stroll all over Goldie last time she was here. And don’t think I didn’t notice your focus.”
“Come on honey. I’ve never strayed. My peepers may poke around, but my big man stays where he belongs.”
“He ain’t tall, but he sure is robust and mighty.” She smiles and draws lazy circles on my chest.
“How refreshing it is to hear something uplifting and elevating,” I grin.
“How dare you counterpart me. Right now you’re not in a position to talk back to me. I’m the head honcho. The more you flap your gums the worse it will be for you,” is her no joke command.
“Honey, you can’t hold it against me that my baby blues wander into forbidden places. That’s called being a man.”
“Hah. If that’s being a man, I sure am glad I’m a woman.”
“Your feminism is the sugar in my tea.”
“Good ole iced tea coming up, with a twist of lemon for that tangy flavor you love. You like your women tart just like your Lipton I do declare. Do you want your feminist to wield the whip in bed and a mop in the kitchen?”
“Well, you seem to like the arrangement.”
“That’s enough sass from you. I’m going to string you up like a snap bean vine to a pole. Now, lay in the bed on your back! I’m woman enough to give you a lesson. Are you man enough to take it?” she commands again.
“I take it this isn’t algebra,” I quip.
She ropes and ties me like a prize steer. Then she says, “The key to a dominatrix session is that the domme decides what’s on the slate. If it was up to you then it wouldn’t really be putting me in charge.”
“Oh, darling whatever you have in mind will be wicked.”
“Good, this will be so kinky you’ll turn every shade of red. So here is what’s on the agenda. We start with ‘Lord Byron.’ Hearken unto me and listen”:
‘She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.’
She says, “Doesn’t that just turn you on? God this is like sexual jalapeno for me. Don’t you know that poetry is the best aphrodisiac? Let me introduce you to an old friend of mine named Shelley. He got me through many a lonely night.”:
‘See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?’
But this is the Columbian Gold of hot button pressers for me. Here’s the woman who stole my heart with her poems, Emily Dickinson. My my, Emily, how you do melt a girl into a puddle!”:
‘Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.’
“Lawdy, I’m about to spontaneously combust.”
“No whips and chains or naughty things?”
“Me thinks you are in a shrewish frame of mind. I may have to use a more corporeal approach to tame you. As a rule of thumb, remember if you behave yourself among our friends you get apple pie for dessert. But if you act like a spoiled brat you get plain yogurt which is healthy but bland.”
“Why do you tease me? Don’t your desires incline toward wish fulfillment?”
“Sugarplum, you’re fussing like a girl who broke her fingernail. My wishes lean differently than yours.”
“Hearing you read gave me déjà vu of when I was in high school.”
“Me too! I haven’t had this much fun since me and my girlfriends tied up the lads to the old oak tree in our yard. The boys were co-conspirators I must say. Speaking of bondage games, perhaps it is time to restore your freedom.”
“You know getting a playful spanking gives an endorphin release similar to aerobic exercise which is good for my cardiovascular system” I proclaim.
“Well then I shall administer them to you for the sake of your health. But honey, you won’t die of arteriosclerosis. I’ll stuff you so full of antioxidants and healthy foods you’ll live to be over hundred. I can bring home tofu and sauté it up in a wok, but you’re the man of the house” she says with a smile.
With thanks to Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, and Emily Dickinson
