The Delight Of Riding Together - Sex Stories

The Delight Of Riding Together

... two activities. That will produce a lovely squelching sound.” Around ten that evening the phone rang. It was predictable who the caller was. In England it was an hour earlier, and Helen would still be on a stage in Bristol, playing one of Mozart’s piano concertos. “Curiosity squirts out of my ears. I just have to know what happened today.” “I’ve had a thorough, in depth examination, and was told that there’s nothing wrong with my health. Oh, and I was advised that an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away, a few is even better. Obviously that does not apply to this particular doctor. What else do you want to know?” “Stop torturing me, dirty stallion! Tell me, or I’ll get in the car and drive up to you, bringing some equipment to humiliate you, including a horsewhip. And I want to hear every filthy detail!” For a moment I considered to challenge her, but as we both had a working day ahead of us, I dismissed the thought. During the first part of the report she regularly let out an “ah” or “oh,” but gradually the sounds changed into moaning, meowing and gasping. By the time I had arrived at the beginning of the second round with Patricia, I heard a sharp, high pitched cry. That she had mentioned ‘equipment to humiliate’ was very intriguing. She had never talked about being into bondage or dominance, and I hadn’t seen that type of kit at her place, but of course that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there somewhere. It might also be a new development, a surprise in the making. Would she have already used it? And if so, with whom? Questions, questions…