Love My Neighbour Ch. 01

"Right we'll commence." he rubs oil over my tightly crinkled rear orifice and slowly slides a finger inside. I sigh with pure bliss. "That appears to be well lubricated," he slides the finger out and I sigh once more. "Hold still for your examination please." He fingers my anus and thumbs my vagina; for any Doubting Thomas's out there, he knows that there is a g-spot, and he knows exactly where I hide mine, it's precisely where his thumb is probing. I shudder, I moan, I cry.

"I've told you before I cannot examine you properly if you writhe about like that and exhibit such histrionics, now keep still, will you."

I sob, I was about to come and, at that exact moment he had stopped the stimulations. I'm so randy that I begin to wonder if a short sharp session of caning might be better than having to endure his teasing, one more bout of fingering and I'd take the paddle if I thought it'd stop him. He starts probing my arsehole again but this time he rubs my outer labia with his other hand: those sensations are so intense I start to swoon, but they're not the right motions to make me come. Mentally I beg him; 'tweak my nipples, nibble my earlobes, suck my toes, pull my hair, slap my face, please - oh please - just add one more stimulus. He understands my desire so, of course, he just keeps on - and on.

"Oh well you're free of contraband. But there are a few hairs around your anal sphincter, let's save matron a bother by removing them now." To me this sounded ominous. Ominous. as it turned out, was way off the mark; James, when he wanted to be, was a genius at administering intense discomfort.