Eating a Meal Fantasy

It was a cold winter night. The snow just starting to fall and a big storm was headed our way. We were on our way to drop you off to the airport as your business in China awaited you but the national weather service declared a snow emergency and shut down all travel. Your flight had been delayed, you just got the call. Secretly, I was so happy, but I couldn’t show you. Never would I want you to know how addicted I am to your time with me. We had been together just a few times before but my attraction to you was instant and we have connected many times already. Your cock is in the forefront of my mind every moment of everyday. But, I won’t say that, not out loud. “Well then,” I say “you shall take me to dinner then”. Lucky for me, you are so agreeable. The harder I push you, the easier you fall. You pull over to the first restaurant we see. Somehow, it seemed we ended up in a cute little town where the small buildings downtown were mostly made of brick and the town was sparsely lit. Up the hill, you could see just barely, a small bed and breakfast that also offered a small fine dining restaurant. I point and say, “there, there is where I want to go”. You grab me by the waist and pull me ever so slightly in the direction of the bed and breakfast and as we get closer we see the name, placed so carefully on a oval shaped wooden sign, lit with a small bulb and the new snow glistened over the black letters “Glimmerstone Mansion”. We head in, the staff is inviting, and offers us drinks. I quickly speak before you are given a chance, “He won’t be drinking. But, may I please order your best bottle of red wine with just one glass please, your biggest glass”. The waitress says yes and looks at you as if to feel sad for you. Why can’t you have a drink, what a bitch, right? But, you have a smile, a smirk, a knowing that I am taking control tonight. You are so steadfast in your approach to me. “Give her anything she wants”. You tell the concerned waitress and with your hand you motion her to leave the table immediately. “That’s right baby boy”. The waitress comes back with the wine, pours me a nice big glass, and you watch me take a nice big sip, the waitress pours me my second glass. She looks at you, then looks at me. I say “Yes, I would like to order”. I continue to order our food for us. Some surf and turf, 3 orders of shrimp cocktail, a baked haddock, fried cslamari, and of course, as if I haven’t ordered enough, I have to feed you some mussels in that creamy sauce. I order that too. The waitress looks at you. I say, “You should bring him an extra plate”. As we wait for our food, you continue to watch me drink my red wine, pouring me more when my glass goes empty. You actually even call the waitress over and order me another bottle of red wine. She asks “Will you be joining her”? and you answer “no thanks”. With the dinner, comes our new bottle of wine and all my food is placed in front of me while you are given a white empty plate. The waitress is confused but going with it now. She laughs and goes on her way. I begin to place items specifically on your white plate for you to look at. I feed you some mussels in the creamy sauce. I eat. You watch. When I am done, I ask you to please have some food. You are delighted, so hungry from not eating all day. You pick up your fork and you begin to eat what I have placed on the plate in front of you. The waitress comes back? “How are you doing”? You finally speak, “Fine,” you give her your American Express blue card and say with your mouth full of food, “would you be so kind to get her the best room you have here, with a king size, non smoking, private, back of the building please”. She takes your card to the front desk. You continue to eat knowing there won’t be much more time left before I tell you to stop. I am done drinking wine, I haven’t touched that second bottle. I wait. A few minutes go by, I am consumed by you being across the table from me. I hate it. “Come here”. You put your fork down which had lobster tail on it soaked in butter. You sit right next to me. I am super wet right now Jack, I want you to put your fingers inside me and feel it. Without hesitation, you do as you are told. Right up my skirt, sliding right past my red underwear, you fingers are shot up into my vagina. Instantly, I moan ever so slightly and my body is yours. The restaurant is dead, it is a stormy night, no one is in the dining room anymore, they are working on getting you a room for the night. You twist your body ever so slightly in my direction so that it looks perfectly normal that you have your fingers way up in my uterus and I am squirming like a little girl in my chair. “That’s right baby girl, I’m all yours”. You whisper in my ear. Finally, the waitress is on her way back with a key but you do not take your fingers out of my vagina. No way, real mean don’t do that. They wait until they are asked to. The waitress is right behind you, you gather the table cloth in such a way where it really can’t be seen. She gives me the key to the room, explains where it is, points, and tries to give you back your card. “I will have take that for now”. She doesn’t get it. But, you motion with your eyes that it is fine and she hands me your card and I place it in my bra, since I have no pockets. As the waitress leaves finally, I say “You can take your fingers out of my vagina now”. And so you do. Licking my cum with your fingers like it was desert and grabbing my glass and the leftover bottle of wine we head to our room. We laugh, and joke around, wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing. I own you, you won’t tell me that, but your cock knows it. By the time we finally make it to the room, there is just so much pent up sexual tension that we whip right into bed tearing off all our winter clothes like summer just came around the corner. We were hot, sweaty, making out, and totally into each other. “Not tonight cowboy”. You aren’t having control tonight, you know what it means, we go through here and there. But not tonight because I brought rope. “Tie yourself up”. I mean I have no idea how to tie a knot. Really. And you do, you take great care into your knots, like the good boyscout you always were. First your feet, then your right arm, and then you explain to me how to do the final knot. And there you have it. Tied up. The thoughts of what I can do begin racing through my mind. Do I let him sit there while I watch tv? Just tied up? Do I make him eat my pussy until he successfully makes me cum on his face and then leave him there for the cum to dry up around his lips so he continues to taste me when he licks his lips? Do I go for the gold and find some object around the room I can sanitize and waste his asshole with? Really get hard, tough with him, something he may not end up liking but we should really find out how far he will go with pain or soft sensual touches that never end? Or do I worship his cock because I freakin love his cock? I mean really, if he stops texting me after all this, this kind of stuff really should last a lifetime, does he know this? Or do I make love to him, my way, cum on his cock and then have him watch as I lick it off, his cum and mine? Seriously, what do I do here? My chin is leaned up on the mattress, my brown eyes widely opened, my body sitting up from the bed and breakfasts’ room floor, my pussy is so wet, I sit there – staring at you. Tied up on a bed with a king size mattress, protected in white sheets, a soft white down comforter, and eight fluffy pillows with white cases. You look at me, your cock is super hard, and you wait silently for my instructions, because they would come and you knew not to say a word. I said “If you want to cum, you need to tell me now”. You said nothing. I did not ask again. Your punishment for not speaking to me when I clearly asked a question would be fierce, you knew it, it was an act of purposeful defiance on your part. You stayed there silently, tied up, knowing full well, your going to get it up your ass now. You knew, I knew it. And that is the first place we started that night. 🙂


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