Chapter 30, Edward’s Sex Games Takes A Cake
night Edward changed me into a woman, sex became routine. It was oral
stimulation, me on top, he on top and a missionary finish. We tried to finish
in unionism with foreheads pressed together, his head up as we stared at one
another or with deep kissing. We varied leg positions from ankles interlocked,
my legs raised above his torso or occasionally above his head. It was a 15
minutes from panty down to finish routine.
Then one, night at his apartment, with a bottle of wine finished, he introduced mutual self-gratification games.
"Eleanor, before you turn the
stove on I want to teach you something."
"You're not gonna make me a doctor. I don't like the sight of blood. I’m hungry."
"No, no, I 'm gonna teach you a game.”
“What kind of game? Are you bored with me?”
“No, no, it’s a pleasure game, sex, it’s a sex game.”
"After the candle lights there's more?"
"Here, stand up, let me undress you."
As always he wanted to dress and
undress me, a game I knew by heart. He took interest in each thing I wore, shopped
for it, sometimes with me as when we first met but most often alone. He then
stamped me with it by putting it on me, checked to ensure it met his approval,
had me parade before him and then go out with him wearing it. Back at the
apartment he carefully took it off and we had our 15minutes.
I stood up. He took off my blouse, skirt, bra, and panty, placing each methodically on the coffee table. I expected his new game was again, something to have me wear.
Instead he draped clean sheets on
two opposing upholstered chairs, sat me naked in one, slid an ottoman under my
feet, stripped his clothes off, went to the bathroom and returned with two
bottles of baby oil with Sir Lancelot erect. He gave me one, sat in the facing
chair, lifted his feet on the ottoman and entwined our ankles on the ottoman.