#MasturbationMonday – Do You Like Sex? #BDSM

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Hello and a big WooHOo for MOAN DAY! Today we’re flirty, dirty and a whole lot of… hmm, what rhymes with flirty and dirty? Swiftly moving on…

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Dirty Doms

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“Do you like sex?” The expression upon his face was puzzled. He was thinking, here’s a pretty girl who doesn’t like men. Some jerk’s done a number on her. Unfortunately for the male sex, it was usually the other way around, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“I like sex.” Fortunately, our waiter chose that moment to break up our scintillating conversation and he briefly took our order. James ordered a bottle of Sancerre to accompany our meal and his cutlery was then reset, giving him all the necessary implements with which to destroy his crustacean. I was far happier with my simple knife and fork.

When we were alone again, James frowned upon my choice. “Don’t like getting your fingers dirty?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be your job?” I queried innocently. His eyes darkened and he gave me a lazy smile in return.

“I haven’t decided. I know what I should do, and that’s tell you to go home and find someone else.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and sighed.

“You’ve gone to an awful lot of expense to do that,” I replied, as my eyes sparkled with humour. I couldn’t help it. What was he up to?

“You intrigue me,” he replied, pursing his lips, “and I feel the need to unravel you. That doesn’t mean I will, but you have my curiosity spiked.”

Great. He had me down as a science project. I could feel the beginnings of a headache buzzing between my eyes and I wondered if I’d remembered to put some aspirin in my bag.

“What do you do for a living?”

On second thought, aspirin probably wasn’t going to cut it. I wondered if I had any of that oxycodone left from my last prescription. I might need that.

“Doctor, lawyer, stockbroker, ballet dancer, footballer?” He regarded me thoughtfully as he slowly drawled each choice.

The man had a unique way of putting me off my guard, but I’d had far too many years of practise in subterfuge to fall for such tactics. “I work in advertising.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled lazily at me. “For whom?” By his sceptical look, it was clear he didn’t believe me.

“Activity Advertising.” The lie slipped from my tongue far too easily, honed to perfection from years of practise.

“And where are they located?”

Obviously the lie wasn’t quite good as good as I thought it was. The next question was usually what position I held there. Keeping my face carefully neutral, I said, “Our offices are on Silver Street in Enfield.” As my knowledge of Activity Advertising was limited, I hoped there wouldn’t be too many more questions headed my way. If there were, I was going to have to improvise, and that tended to get messy.

“Who’s your boss?” James had now put his elbow on the table and his chin rested upon his hand. He looked at me idly, but I was not fooled for a second. Somehow, the infernal man knew I was lying. But how? This was the second time he’d seen through my façade and I was beginning to worry my standards were slipping. When he pulled a fancy looking smartphone from his pocket and started punching some keys around, I knew I was in trouble.

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