Vertical or Horizontal? Or Both!
It was the day to confront, I was done consoling myself or in fact waiting for that perfect day. I was just looking for an explanation, and his ignorance was killing me. My efforts were proving to be in vain. Those painful bikini waxes and body polishes seemed pointless now. My mind was screwed torturing myself with all those negative thoughts that I have accumulated from months.
I drank cold water and tried to calm my nerves. I then cancelled my cab and decided to confront him once again. While I was lost in those nostalgic thoughts of mine when I first met him.
It was this furniture showroom – the big and expensive one in the whole market of Ghitorni, where I went to buy my long awaited kitchen cabinet.
Even the sales representatives were dressed up in a uniform all black shirt and grey pant. When my eyes caught his black shirt, astonished to find such an attractive sales man.
“I want a cabinet for my kitchen, not too big.” as I was looking for him to address my needs I forgot to notice his pant which was not grey and there was no batch to mention his name.
I met this generous, stunning owner of this showroom whose first question was “Vertical or horizontal ma’am?”
While my mind adjusted to the idea that this might not be a salesman, my mouth told him confidently, “Both.”
“You want to buy two cabinets?” my intention to buy even one was not clear yet when I committed for two. On realising the fact about him being an interior designer, I booked him for next few days in order to renovate my house.
His movement all around the house was alluring for me, he was aware of my intentions as I had no opinions in terms of renovation but still I wanted one and even I could sense his growing inclinations at times, we both were moving at a same pace but in our own worlds.
Towards the end of the work, he came alone for the finishing task no team member accompanied him. I was amazed to find the owner of a plaza with a well built muscular and sexy body, standing bare shirt in front of me as I stared at him without any embarrassment.
That’s when in the heat of that moment he laid me on my new couch, removed my top and he painted me with his fingers like his furniture, he made a smooth movement from my lips to the neck.
As he unhooked my bra and threw it on the table, he grabbed my ass cheek and pulled me up in his arms and took me to the bed room obviously he knew the way, he has studied every corner of my apartment.
Pushing me on the bed, he removed our clothes and pulling my legs up in the air he spanked me and kissed my loving ass.
Swiftly shifting the focus he pulled me apart and there he was inside me, pulling himself deep inside. It was beautiful yet a little bit incomplete. I could not suck him and nor could he.
I decided to make the move next time with every move I pushed us a little bit as my body needed more attention whether being my collar bone, navel, full-fledged back to even my underarms and of course my pussy.
He never denied to please me nor did I, as I learnt every technique to give the best blow job and even a hand job at times.
There was a growing love between my body and him except for my vertical lips, whenever I asked him to go down on me, it was just his fingers going down or he kissed my asscheeks. My vagina felt ignored, my vertical lips were dying to meet his.
Though I was hygienic, still I tried everything to make it whiter and even wore those irritating thongs.
As a women I did everything I could do to please my man, make him love my vagina, kiss my lips, lick me inside out and suck me till I scream. The pleasure I was devoid of, while my urged calmed with all other pleasures he gave me to fulfil my desires.
It felt as if he has made a choice between my horizontals and verticals. A choice of not going down instead pulling himself up. I started believing in the fact of not accomplishing everything in life with my inability to achieve my vertical desires.
