naughty or nice

He told me I would have to choose. Told me that I should view it as if I am sitting on Santa’s lap for Christmas, telling him whether I was naughty or nice. I thought about this… and couldn’t decide. My Gemini nature wouldn’t allow it. I am naughty and I am nice. I am both the sex goddess and the girl next door. To choose one is to deny my Gemini self. He told me to reflect on this during my day of work and when I got home, I would have to make my choice. He said tonight I would have a night fit for a Gemini.

After my day of work, I arrived at his place. I opened the door and it was dark, except for the candles on the floor. He had placed 3 candles on the edge of the kitchen floor and 3 more along his desk, this all directed my attention to him, as he sat in a chair in the farthest corner in the dimness of the living room. He greeted me, rose from his chair, and even through the dim lighting, I could see that unmistakeable smile and glint in his eye. The one that tells me I am in for a special evening and that he loves me so very much. We embraced, we kissed and he asked me if I would like to take a shower first. I did. He tells me in the bathroom are 2 bags. I must decide if I am naughty or if I am nice. I must be honest with myself. I must choose before coming out of the bathroom.

I enter the bathroom, take my clothes off and look at the bags. One is grey with a pink tage that says “I’ve been a nice girl.” One is black with a red tag that says. “I’ve been a naughty girl.” I was almost shy to open the bag. I couldn’t do it till after my shower.

I had already made up my mind about which bag I was choosing. As much as I know I am filthy dirty slut sometimes, I had to be honest with myself. And in all honesty, I am a nice girl. I looked back at all the things that passed from the beginning of this year to now, and yes, I have been a nice girl, a patient girl, wanting only one simple thing, happiness.

And so, after I got out of the shower, dried myself off and applied all my “girlie” creams. I chose the nice girl bag.

The card read as follows: “My dear Mina, You’ve lifted me from the darkest time of my life. You’ve been the light above me, the promise of the love I have always craved. You have given yourself to me. You have loved me when I didn’t think I could be loved. Through all the heartache and pain we have suffered, your love has endured. Of all the gifts I have ever gotten, your heart is most precious. Every day you wake up and choose to come to my bed is a day I am happy. I am grateful for the joy you bring into my life and I hope I can do the same for you. ~A”

It was enough to bring tears into my eyes. I opended the bag and inside was my newest pink slip that A bought for me not long ago, I put it on. My pink collar was in there as well. I decided to let him put that on. There was a feather tickler and a red blind fold. I took the bag and headed for the bedroom.

Upon opening the bathroom door, I discovered 2 rows of candles leading me to the bedroom. I opened the door and there he was, sitting on the bed, smiling at my choice. There were more candles scattered every where. The satin sheets were put on the bed. He approached me and kissed me. He told me how beautiful I was and how sexy I looked in the slip. He placed the blind fold over my eyes and led me to the bed. He told me to lay down.

As I laid there he stimulated my entire body. He ran feathers over my exposed skin. He ran fabrics. He ran his fingers and his kisses. He grabbed a bottle of lotion and soothed my skin, the scent awakening my senses.

He pulled my slip off and began massaging my delicate areas. All gentle and caring. His fingers, lips and tongue played with my nipples. And then his fingers dipped farther south. He massaged lotion into my inner thighs. His fingers dipped within my folds and teased my creases.

All the while I am thinking “How lucky am I? To have a man that will go to such great lengths!”

Satisfied with his work, he removed my blind fold and laid down next to me. We smiled at each other. He took my hand and placed it over his cock. I worked it gently and then placed my mouth on him. I sucked and licked him till he was hard and then he rolled over on top of me and made love to me.

My orgasm built slowly as he pumped in and out of me with such care. We moved as if we were the ocean. My orgasm took me hard and the harmony of my moans was broken with my panting and screams of ecstasy. Not long afterwards, A broke into his own orgasm.

We laid in bed for awhile, talking and “being in love.”

Later, over dinner, we talked a bit about the other bag. He was glad I chose “nice”. He told me I could always pick the other bag for later. I said where was the fun in that? Having to make a choice, but then still getting both? He brought up the idea that I write my experience of being the nice girl and that he would write the experience of what would have been if I picked “naughty”. I think it’s a great idea. He did insist that I read the card to the naughty bag.

It reads: “My dear Mina, You tested me and exhausted me and I wake every day hungry for more. I have grown with you and discovered so many things about myself, as a man, as a lover. I adore you, your scent, your taste, your beauty. The nights I have spent captive to the deights your body has wrenched from me, I shall never forget, even as we create new memories every day. You are my beautiful, wonderful lover. ~A”

I’ll leave the naughty story telling to A. *smile*