Pointy’s Ponderings: Monday morning

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Did you have a nice weekend?

On Monday morning in the office, I told whoever asked that I’d had a great weekend. Some of them knew that I was planning to visit some friends with @BeauDuJour. None of them knew what we had planned to do when we were there.

They might have assumed ‘grown up time’ meant a break from parenting or our latest DIY project. It actually involved me on my hands and knees, sucking Bee’s strap-on cock whilst getting slowly and insistently railed by their fucking machine, the speed controlled by Honey. Halfway through, Bee’s cock was replaced by BeauDuJour’s, creating my very own gang bang.

From the fucking machine we moved on to the Cowgirl, kindly lent to Bee by Girl On The Net. I straddled the mains-powered beast and leaned forward to ensure maximum clit contact with the rumbling powerhouse. Bee gradually increased the power dial until I was rendered a shaking, grinding, hysterically laughing and repeatedly orgasming mess. I later learned that I’d made it about halfway up that dial.

I had the opportunity to watch some wonderfully intimate moments between my friends, and even to participate in some. BeauDuJour had his first experience in a vac bed, and when it was my turn to be encased my partner and friends conspired to tease, stroke, slap and Doxy me into a long, hazy orgasm which just didn’t want to come to an end. Now at my desk, I think back to slipping between those sheets of latex every time I slide another document into a plastic wallet.

I like to think I’d be able to guess how each of my colleagues would react if they knew what I’d been up to. The ones who would be horrified, delighted, those who would be fascinated and eager to hear the details. More than one who would playfully roll their eyes because of course I’m as filthy as my occasional unguarded comments imply. I wiggle slightly on my office chair, to feel the bruise @SubBeeKeeper left on my arse with a cane. I’ve been providing regular pictures of this bruise to the friends who witnessed the moment it was created, so we can all watch it change colour and fade.

Long after that bruise is gone, I’m confident my sense of wellbeing, calm, and weirdly high productivity will remain. I’m a little wistful that I can’t share what has made me so happy, and why some instances of ‘hanging out with friends’ seem to be so much more restorative than others.

For now I’ll just content myself with saying that I had a lovely time. And then wonder what others in the office really mean when they tell me that they too had a great weekend.