“Oh no, please,” Valery begged, “ten minutes is far too long. Five is more than enough.”
“Valery, ten minutes.”
With these words Victor turned the egg-shaped kitchen timer to ten minutes and put it on the far corner of the dining room table. Listening to the rhythmic ticking of the timer, Valery considered backing out, to stand up and walk away but there was a tiny voice in her head spoke to her: this was your idea, Valery. You asked for this.
The dining room table supported Valery’s upper body. Her arms were stretched sideways. She held on to the sides of the table. For a slight second a smile appeared on Valery’s face. In her mind’s eye she saw herself, Victor and their two teenage daughters having dinner each evening at this very same table. The image disappeared like snow in the sun when Victor pinned her spread legs against the table with his body. The rough fabric of his jeans brought her back to the here and now. She was naked, except for the high heels. Her heels ensured that her crotch was at the same height as Victor’s. Fucking height, as he called it jokingly. Valery spread her legs a bit more and pushed her bottom against Victor’s crotch.
“Are you trying to distract me? Don’t bother, darling, it’s not going to work.”
Valery shivered. It wasn’t Victor’s words that caused the reaction, but the intense cold biting into her back. Bit by bit the cold moved from the dimple in the middle of her back to her buttocks. One by one Victor placed ice cubes on her back. The first piece of ice already stared melting. Less than a minute later a trickle of water ran between her buttocks and by the time it reached her cunt, it wasn’t as cold anymore. If it was, her warm, aching, wet pussy would have warmed it up instantly.
“Six minutes to go,” she heard Victor say when he pushed his finger between her lips and slipped it inside.
“Victor, that was not what we agreed on,” Valery said and she had to make an effort to stand still enough for the melting ice cubes not to fall off her back.
“Just taking it to the next level,” Victor said and Valery shivered again – this time of pleasure. Something in his voice made her pussy twitch. Victor picked up one of the ice cubes on her back.
“Don’t move,” he said and it cost all her willpower to stand still with the ice cube pressed against her cunt. He covered her labia with the cold and then, finally, the cold touched her between her lips.
“No, Victor, no. You can’t do this. You can’t push it inside. You were only going to put them on my back. This is not going to work.
Valerie wiggled with her body and two of the ice cubes slide from her back onto the table.
“It’s perfectly safe, Valery,” said Victor, “the ice is melting and then it’s safe. Just cold.”
He said the latter with a chuckle in his voice. Valerie trusted Victor enough to get back into position again and she stood still while three ice cubes slowly disappeared inside her. Valery couldn’t deny that the cold of the ice cubes made her hornier than she already was. Victor put more ice cubes on her back. Two minutes later, three ice cubes added to the rest in her pussy.
Valery never noticed Victor opening his pants. However, she knew exactly what she wanted when she felt his hard member pressing against her opening: she wanted to be fucked. Never had she felt anything like this. His cock slowly slid in and pushed the cold water out. Deep inside her he touched the melting ice cubes. It was hot and cold all at the same time. There were still some ice cubes on her back. Trickles of water ran down her body on both sides. Her belly and breasts made sucking sounds on the wet table below her, but the only think Valery was aware of, was his cock fucking her. This was not what they had agreed upon, but it was her ultimate goal: to be taken and fucked by her husband, with passion.
A shrill, crackling, buzzing sound suddenly interrupted the sighing and moaning of the fucking couple. They both started laughing when the kitchen timer stopped buzzing far too soon.
“I believe it’s not working that well anymore,” Victor said.
Valery pushed her buttocks backwards.
“But you are! Fuck me!”
© Rebel’s Notes
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The A to Z Blogging Challenge
The Letter T
In this fifth year of participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge, I am taking words from my regular post starting with the letter of the day, and looking at the meaning of those words. Today is for words starting with ‘T’ and I have chosen to look at ‘teenage’, ‘trust’ & ‘twitch’.
A teenager is a person aged between thirteen and nineteen years, although I do think nowadays when a child turns ten, people tend to call them teenagers. Back when I was a child (many, many, many moons ago) someone who was 10 was really still a child. Nowadays children of ten seem so wise, if you compare them with 30 or 40 years ago.
When you trust something or someone you have a firm belief in the reliability, truth, or ability of that someone or something. Trust is something that is immensely important in all relationships.
A trust also has to do with money, but I won’t bore you with the details.
A short, sudden jerking or convulsive movement, a sudden pull or jerk or a sudden sharp sensation or a pang. Definitely a good feeling when a twitch happens in your groin!
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