It was a punishment of spectacular design if I do say so myself. I can’t say that I’ve ever thought of vengeance and sex at the same time and managed a hard on. Honestly, it usually isn’t my kind of kink. My box of porno holds the erotic viewing pleasure of sexy MILF’s, innocently curious co-eds, blond nurses, and redheaded teachers looking for a dad to bend her over the desk. No S&M, no leather or bondage, golden showers, gangbangs, or feet fetishes. I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally rus escort insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never have the cojones to ever do it again. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather yenimahalle escort and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish. Actually, it’s not just purple, but a lovely pale lilac that shimmered under the harsh glare of florescent lighting. Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am, actually, but I couldn’t help it. There she was, looking hot in her slinky little dress, pointing her perfectly manicured, lilac tipped finger at me, while she ranted on and on about some pointless nonsense. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich bitch just can’t get through her fucking day without yelling at some poor schmuck for something they didn’t even fucking do. Finally, I thought, if she points that perfect little finger at me one more time… and then I saw red. Or actually lilac, since she jabbed her finger an inch from my eye, when I suddenly lost it. I grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs in a puff of wintergreen scented air.