Friday 10 February 2012
Tuesday 7 February 2012
Real Life Story 01
As I lay in bed naked, thinking of what I was about to do, I heard the front door open and close. Pinto had just arrived home from work. Yes, I have been waiting for this for a long time.
For the past few months, our relationship had not been very cordial. We had fought frequently,verbally as well as physically. So much at one point that I had decided to divorce the idiot and file for custody for our 2 year old son.
Fortunately cooler heads had prevailed and we decided to bury our differences for the future of our child. Today would be the first step towards mending the strained relationship. But I had other ideas.
My friends had often asked me what was it that had drawn me to Pinto when we first met. I really don't have an anwer to that. He always had a temper since the beginning and for the last few months, he has been throwing a lot of trantrums directed at me. Sometimes, I just wanted to kill him with my bare hands but always controlled myself.
The bedroom door opened and Pinto walked in. Seeing me lying on the bed, he gaped at first.
"Why are you naked Mehr?" he asked looking at my breasts.
"Just wanted to surprise you. Why don't you come and sit beside me?" I said, gesturing towards him with my index finger.
Pinto sat gingerly on the bed and looked at me. I sat up and gestured towards him to come closer with a smile on my face. He did and I planted a big kiss on his lips. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him towards the bed, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. He landed on the bed with me on top of him, his hands now gently squeezing my breasts. I placed my hands around his scrawny neck completely engulfing it. I sat up on his chest and tightened my grip.
"You like that, Pinto?" I laughed watching him struggle.
"Mehr, what are you doing?" he screamed.
I was strangling him very tightly now and loving every moment of it. Try as he might, he couldn't remove my hands from his throat.
"Don't shout you loser, I won't kill you even though I can. This is just some fun erotic strangling that I am doing." I said half afraid that my son would hear the commotion and decide to investigate the cause. I didn't want him to come into the room and see his naked mother sitting on his father's chest and viciously choking him with her bare hands.
I loosened my grip but held onto his throat some more completely emasculating him and enjoying every moment of it. Finally thoroughly satisfying myself, I let go. He immediately began rubbing his neck.
"I call you wimpy boy from now on," I laughed and stood up.
For the past few months, our relationship had not been very cordial. We had fought frequently,verbally as well as physically. So much at one point that I had decided to divorce the idiot and file for custody for our 2 year old son.
Fortunately cooler heads had prevailed and we decided to bury our differences for the future of our child. Today would be the first step towards mending the strained relationship. But I had other ideas.
My friends had often asked me what was it that had drawn me to Pinto when we first met. I really don't have an anwer to that. He always had a temper since the beginning and for the last few months, he has been throwing a lot of trantrums directed at me. Sometimes, I just wanted to kill him with my bare hands but always controlled myself.
The bedroom door opened and Pinto walked in. Seeing me lying on the bed, he gaped at first.
"Why are you naked Mehr?" he asked looking at my breasts.
"Just wanted to surprise you. Why don't you come and sit beside me?" I said, gesturing towards him with my index finger.
Pinto sat gingerly on the bed and looked at me. I sat up and gestured towards him to come closer with a smile on my face. He did and I planted a big kiss on his lips. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him towards the bed, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. He landed on the bed with me on top of him, his hands now gently squeezing my breasts. I placed my hands around his scrawny neck completely engulfing it. I sat up on his chest and tightened my grip.
"You like that, Pinto?" I laughed watching him struggle.
"Mehr, what are you doing?" he screamed.
I was strangling him very tightly now and loving every moment of it. Try as he might, he couldn't remove my hands from his throat.
"Don't shout you loser, I won't kill you even though I can. This is just some fun erotic strangling that I am doing." I said half afraid that my son would hear the commotion and decide to investigate the cause. I didn't want him to come into the room and see his naked mother sitting on his father's chest and viciously choking him with her bare hands.
I loosened my grip but held onto his throat some more completely emasculating him and enjoying every moment of it. Finally thoroughly satisfying myself, I let go. He immediately began rubbing his neck.
"I call you wimpy boy from now on," I laughed and stood up.
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