The way I picture it well be out on the town playing pool and drinking in some lively bar.

Ill be in a feisty, flirty mood which means I wont just be flirting with you. But, youre not the jealous type you Know Ill be leaving with you and so youre not worried. In fact, you know that the more attractive I feel the more men are paying attention to me even casually from across the bar the more Ill ravage you later.

So in a way, its sort of a turn-on to see me so flirtatious.

Besides, Im far from ignoring you. Youre part of the show. Were making everyone wild with our teasing and toying and knowing glances and whispered naughty secrets and occasionally well lose sight of the crowd completely and Ill be in your arms you seated on a stool and me standing between your legs kissing hungrily, my hands on each side of your face pulling you closer, your hands on the back of my neck and head, supporting me as you lean me back youre about to lose your balance on that stool! You decide to lose the chair and in one swift move, youve spun me around and youre pressing me against the wall with your body. Your hands are around my waist now and reaching around to pull me into you. My hands are clutching your back, massaging every beautiful contour of muscle, working my way down. Just as I reach the small of your back and begin to go farther, you push away. You have me pinned to the wall by my shoulders and Im limp and weak with desire tousled hair, my blouse all turned around and out of line.

You stare into my questioning eyes with a hard, wicked look. And I want you so badly. You straighten up and stand back. You run your hands down your chest, smoothing your shirt, and you smile. Im still pleading with you with my eyes.

You say, Not here, and its final. One last, long look and you turn away and walk to the pool table leaving me to compose myself. You know that as soon as your back is turned, my eyes have gone hard with resolve you wont have the last word. I straighten my blouse, run my fingers through my hair, shake off the desire, steady myself.

Coolly, while staring at your back, I loosen another button and pull my shirt apart at the collar showing just a little more cleavage for anyone looking.

As you reach the sign-up board, you pick up a piece of chalk and slowly turn around. You know my eyes will be on you.

Were both still breathing a little irregularly but youre calmly looking across the room and Im glaring with only the hint of a tease in my eyes. The battle is on.

You left me wanting you and youve got the upper hand but Im looking now and saying, Youll regret that! Youre toying with me. You know that the more calm and unconcerned you are, the more enraged Ill become.

And youre playing me so well completely in control its maddening. My eyes are shooting sparks as they call your name and you walk over to select a stick. Youre chalking it as you see me toss my head and turn towards the bar.

You smile to yourself.

Everythings going just as you planned. You had to set me off youre wanting me to get a little too outrageous, a little too wild do something a little too naughty something Ill feel guilty about something Ill need to be punished for. And you have JUST the right punishment in mind.

So you play your game slowly, calmly, sinking one ball after another. You figure if you win the table and can keep it awhile, youll be giving me just enough time to get into a little trouble. The boys at the bar are familiar with our game. They know that at some point in the evening, Ill come storming up to the bar, with fire in my eyes and looking a little bit winded.

Ill order two shots of Peppermint Schnapps slug them down one after the other take a deep breath, turn around and say, Cmon boys, who wants to play? They know that for the next hour, Im theirs. They dont push it, because they know its only a game, but its a challenge to see just how far they can take it without crossing the line, before you come to get me. Ill give one a backrub and purr in his ear, or Ill sit in someones lap, or play drinking games, or dance and twirl a little too fast, giving just a little more than a peek of lacy underthings, or thigh high nylons or a garter belt and no underthings. The talk gets kind of racy, looks are quite suggestive, we stand too close, we show too much, someones kissing my neck But then he stops.

He backs away. The mood changes.

Everyones quiet. I straighten my skirt and spin around, hoping youre not too close, that you didnt see I run right into you. The line has been crossed. The guys try to slink away unnoticed. I look at the floor and bite my lip. With one finger, you raise my chin so Ill look you in the face. You have that hurt, stern look I cant bear and I drop my gaze right away. With one hand, you grab my arm with a hint of force and pull me close to you. Slowly, distinctly, in a very low tone right into my ear, you say, Youve been a bad girl, havent you? I dont know what to say.

Im muttering something and you pull me closer with sort of a jerk and in that measured whisper, say, You need to be punished, dont you? Without making a scene, without being rough, youre half pushing, half dragging me to the door. All the way to the car, Im quietly apologizing, trying to make you stop, but you just keep walking, looking straight ahead. I can see the muscles in your jaw tense.

Its always at the car that we start to lose it.

Im still trying to play scared, apologetic and youre trying hard to be gruff and angry, but were both so turned on we can barely see.

In our minds, were on stage. We have our lines and we know our parts, but its hard to stay in character out here alone. You lean over and give me a quick, conspiratorial kiss, but then youre back in your role. You open the back door and say, Get into the position. Im stalling with another pleading look and you order, Now! You have one of those giant Explorer type SUVs with a high back seat and lots of floor space. In this one, the back seat also reclines. The Position means I have to drop my panties, if I have any on, and sit in the center of the back seat with one foot on each side window near the ceiling, where you tie my ankles with silk ties to the hanger racks or oh shit bars near the ceiling. Then you lean the seat back and tie my wrists down as well so Im basically spread-eagled but with my legs in a big V straight up and out in the air. Then you kneel down in front of me remember, theres lots of floor space and start to toy.

Im absolutely writhing with anticipation and your whole objective is to make me beg and plead for mercy, so you go very, very, very slowly barely touching me.

Then you sit back and gently blow a cool breath of air on me and listen as I whimper, waiting for you to start.

You bend down again and slowly toy from the opening up to the personal placeoris.

As you reach the top, my whole body jumps because the personal place is already so tender. Oh Baby, did that hurt a little? you ask as you slide your hands under my hips and raise me up to your mouth, like you would a wedge of watermelon. Im moaning and breathing hard and you go down again only this time you dont have as much self control as you thought and youre hungry and devouring me toying and rolling and flicking your tongue and nibbling and biting and pressing hard and toying more side to side and up and down.

And Im squirming so much that you have to put me down. You sit back and just look at me for a moment. I look back through glazed, half-opened eyes and you smile.

You toy your lips, whisper Beautiful, blow me a kiss and go back to your work.

Youre using your fingers now. Sliding them in slow and then jabbing and pounding, in and out and in and out, while still toying with my personal place.

You suck and pull at it and nibble and twirl it with your teeth, and toy and prod. You have one hand on my stomach so you can feel the little quivers of excitement as my climax approaches. My legs begin to shake and Im crying out, Oh God, Oh God, and just when Im about to cum, you stop. Im almost screaming, Please dont stop, please dont With your wet fingers, you gently stroke up and down on the outside, gently, gently and Im begging you to continue, not to let it fade, but youre taking a break, just rubbing up and down, massaging my inner thighs, gently kissing me, toying so slowly. Just as the quivers subside, you thrust your fingers in again, making me jump. You breathe hotly on my personal place and then start sucking again, back in the rhythm, in and out, faster and faster and deeper and, Oh God!!! and Im almost there again and just as it stars, you stop. Im begging you, Oh Please, Sweet, Oh PLEASE! You settle back and slowly unbutton your fly. Im gasping for air and nearly choking with desire. You sit up and scoot me to the very edge of the seat. You raise up on your knees and pull out your length. Youre hard as nails. You hold him with one hand and stroke up and down his length, teasing me. Do you want him, hon? Oh, God, YES!! Do you? Using one hand to guide him, you slowly move him up and down the length of my moistness, on the outside, just getting him good and wet.

The feel of him so close, but not inside, is enough to drive me wild. You keep just rubbing up and down, up and down, outside, good and wet, up and down You let go and put one hand on either side of my legs, resting just the tip of him against my opening. You hold very still, just moving a tiny bit at a time, inside, slowly, one inch at a time, slowly. Im sighing, I cant breathe. You feel so good.

Slowly And then youre all the way in, you pull my legs against you and PUSH! And then youre moving.

Your whole body pushing, pulling me to you.

You look down, watching yourself go in and out, youre breathing through clenched teeth, Im in heaven. In and out and Im quivering all over. Youre perfect, your rhythm is divine, slow and steady, harder, faster, slow, harder, faster, slow, fast, fast, fast. Your head drops back and you groan, and Im dying And Im scared to let it start, scared youll stop again, but I cant help it, its starting. Youre starting Your grip gets tighter, youre breathing heavy, your head rolls forward, were each moaning with each thrust, our cries get louder, and then with a loud, drawn out cry, youre holding me still, holding still inside me and I can feel wave after wave of warm, wet, You! Were panting, we dont want to move. Hold still inside! Your lip is quivering.

My whole body is shaking.

Hold still. Hold still. Youre throbbing inside me.

Im gently gripping back. Deep.

You shudder.

Your eyes are closed. Youre rubbing my legs, still inside me. Then its over. You pull out and I give a little cry.

You sit back and sigh. Deep sigh. You smile. You button your fly and untie me. You lean down and softly kiss my lips.

You help me up. Im completely dazed. You hand me a towel and I dry off. You step out of the car and offer a hand.

I take it and you pull me out, pull me to you, your arm around my shoulder. You start to walk back to the bar. At the door, you stop and say, I hope you learned your lesson.

No one seems to know exactly what we do when we leave for an hour, unless theyve followed us. But they know that when we come back, youre walking tall, and Im sortof dreamy and tame, right by your side the rest of the night, with eyes for no one else.

You sit on your stool and I stand right next to you, stroking your hair, and kissing your neck.

You slip your hand under my skirt and touch me gently from time to time and I squirm a little, and then I lean over and kiss your head, and you pull me close and squeeze me. The End