As I approach my 35th birthday, I am reminded of my 26th. My partner of nine years is directly responsible for this wonderful memory. What she did was out of love and I enjoyed every moment. This is the first of my tales to come. Feedback always welcomed.
Tale of TattoosHeart.....The best birthday
I was living in the Piedmont area of North Carolina, an hour away from where I now live with Wynne (Win-ah) in her hometown. It was March 31. We had been dating since Thanksgiving and I was deeply in love. Up until I met her, my longest monogamous relationship was three months. I get bored easily, but she still keeps me on my toes to this very day. At the time, she was a 36 year-old heavy equipment operator (something I love watching her do at the stables), and has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. Because we lived an hour apart and had hectic schedules, we only got to see each other on the weekends and always made the most of our time, but this past weekend we were unable to see each other at all. My birthday fell on a Tuesday, so I knew I couldn't spend it with the one person I wanted to the most and would have to wait until Friday to touch her. Since Thanksgiving, the longest time we spent apart was five working days. This time it would be a full two weeks, which devastated me. Yeah, me, the one who prefaced our first date with, "I am not looking for anything long-term." (That really worked, huh?) The only pleasure I could get was talking to her for hours each night, either while or followed by masturbating to exhaustion.
My birthday started out with a flat tire, making me late for work, followed by a fun day when the payroll computers went down. By the end of the day, I was tired mentally but still had to study for tomorrow's anatomy exam. I knew I couldn't even talk to Wynne until after 7pm, so I studied the best I could while waiting for her call. When I hadn't heard from her by 8pm I was really feeling low. My roommates, my best friend Joey and his partner Chris, tried perking me up with our favorite martini and our new upstairs neighbors from Roswell stopping by, but I was really missing Wynne's voice. (We had the best hippy neighbors with a 16 year-old son, who was the coolest kid ever.) About 9pm, there was a knock at the door. Joey answered it and there stood my love. She made a special trip to spend my birthday with me, even though this meant she'd have to get up at 5:30 to make it to work on time. My heart began to race when I saw that wonderful woman standing in my doorway.
I got up to meet her but she held up her hand, told me to sit down and close my eyes. I sat there waiting, wondering what she was doing. When I opened my eyes there she stood in the middle of our living room with a dozen roses, birthday balloons, and a beautiful cake on the coffee table. I was so surprised by this loving gesture, I began to tear up. Sappy I know, but she just has that effect on me. I ran to her arms and just started kissing her face over and over. Although she is shorter than me, she is rather strong and leaned back lifting me off the ground, squeezing me tighter as we kissed.
"Nobody has ever done something this sweet for me. Thank you, honey." She finally put me back down.
"You really didn't think I'd leave you alone on your first birthday together did you?" Wynne was smiling up at me. Wynne stands 5'2" to my 5'6", thus awarding her the nickname "sweet n low". I love her smile, it just lights up the room every time, and the contrast of her smoky blue eyes against her Native American skin is captivating. "Well, there is one more thing." She handed me a gift, as if her showing up wasn't enough. Inside was a gorgeous lead crystal rose with gold thorns and leaves. Roses are very special to Wynne for personal reasons and through the years she's given me others, but this is still my favorite.
We had a little birthday celebration with my friends before retiring to my bedroom. I lit a few candles, turned on some music, cracked the window to hear the pond's fountain, and piled up on the pillows lying in each others arms kissing. We were both so tired from our day that I was content just lying in bed holding her as she drifted off. I went to the kitchen for a drink when I heard Wynne saying something. I came back into the bedroom in time to hear her say, "Damn, that's erotic sweetie."
"Who are you talking to Wynne?"
"Huh? I was talking to... Zeena stop it." While I was out of the room, Joey's pit bull sneaked in and was licking Wynne's arm, which was hanging off the bed, from her palm to the bend of her elbow. We busted out laughing as Zeena sat there wagging her tail. Now fully awake, Wynne got up to take a quick shower so she wouldn't have to be so rushed in the morning. I closed the window, got undressed and slid under the covers waiting for her. When she came back in the room I was picking on her about her new love.
"I honestly thought that you were just getting a little frisky. It felt like something my little sex freak would do." Wynne dropped her towel and climbed back into bed.
"In that case", I pulled the covers off us, laid on top of her, kissing her. I tried pinning her arms, but I am no match for her strength.
"What are you up to?" Wynne just laughed as I tried to take control of her. "Good try", she rolled me onto my back and pinned me flat. Wynne is the opposite of all my previous lovers. She is nothing but muscle with full sleeve tats, and has let me be in control on only two occasions. This would not be one of them. Her damp skin and weight felt good on top of me as we kissed. I slid my hands up her back and scratched my nails back down leaving deep red marks. Wynne sucked in her breath as I reached her butt.
"That reminds me, roll over." Wynne rolled off me and positioned me diagonally across the bed on all fours. Kneeling slightly behind me and to the left, she began kissing my left cheek and rubbing it in a circle motion. "You haven't had your birthday spanking yet, young lady." Before this night, Wynne had only spanked me once, but nothing like this. To this day I still love being spanked by her heavy hands. I poked my butt in the air, as to say, "Show me what you got." The first blow landed on my right cheek with a loud, stinging smack. I quickly lowered my ass down, it stung so bad.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"No." I got back into position. Whack! Again my right cheek was struck. Letting out a whimper I tried to hold my stance as best I could while she quickly administered a series of smacks that finally sent me into the pillows again to muffle my cries of pleasure. I could feel my thighs getting wet with my juices and sweat. I couldn't help but hump against the mattress attempting to relieve my pulsating clit. When I got back up to my knees, Wynne positioned herself directly behind me, spreading my legs further apart in a more doggy style manner.
She would tease me, rubbing my cheeks in a loving manner, withdrawing her hand, and waiting a second before choosing which side would be assaulted next; first the left cheek, then the right, then the left again over and over. Half way through, my cheeks were on fire. I guess it was half way, I hadn't kept count of the blows, just thoughts of my delicious punishment.
"Don't move", Wynne got off the bed and reached for my drink. I took advantage of the moment and looked back at myself in the mirror, smiling at my cheeks glowing brighter than Rudolph's nose. I was brought back to reality when the ice began melting on my ass.
"Hmmm, my birthday girl", Wynne slid the cube across my cheeks, letting the water drip down the back of my thighs and crack. She slid her other hand between my legs exploring my slick lips making my legs weak. "I'm glad you're enjoying your birthday."
I could hear her suck the juices from her fingers. The ice now melted away she was behind me again, leaning over me. I could feel her nipples above my butt and her tongue flicking my skin. She reached under me with one hand pinching my nipples hard and pulling them without mercy. She entangled my hair between her other fingers pulling me off my hands. Now upright on my knees, another smack landed on my ass, this time harder than the others. Her left hand rubbed my clit, as she began biting the base of my neck and shoulders. I held her hand in place, pressing it harder and began pumping against them before running my fingers between my lips, sliding them in and out of me. I was coming to the edge, my breathing ragged I was ready to release my orgasm. Before I could, she pushed me back onto my hands and knees, and returned to spanking me while rubbing her pussy against my ass. I started grinding back against her and could no longer control my moans. I was sure my roommates could hear me by now.
"Oh, fuck! Baby, that feels..." WHACK!
"Twenty-five." Wynne pushed her fingers deep inside me from behind with her thumb on my rosebud making slow circles. I was writhing in a mixture of pain and pleasure pushing against her fingers for deeper penetration. I wanted all of her inside me. I had one more left. I couldn't decide if I was happy or sad that my spanking was almost complete.
"Twenty-six", the last blow landed square on my cheek. I cried out as she continued fucking my pussy with three fingers and pulling my hair to the point I could not move without her permission. She was rhythmically pumping her pussy against my ass and I could tell she was nearing her orgasm too. I rubbed my pearl faster with every stroke until I could not contain myself any more. With a loud moan I could feel my cum rushing from me, onto her fingers, and down my thighs. Wynne pushed inside me a few more times before cumming herself. Still on all fours, I had to brace both of us as Wynne rested her weight against me with her head on my back, both of us gasping for air.
She fell back onto the bed and I collapsed in her arms. We just looked at each other and grinned at her accomplishment.
"And one to grow one", she kissed me deeply. "Happy birthday, my little freak."