Table Lamp

Our bed had at least 4 pillows. Princess took her own special one with her so finally there were five of them.

The room itself was situated under the roof and had a few old wooden beams.

On one of our first evenings, I tied Princess’s wrists together and then pulled her arms up and tied the rope to one of the beams.

Room 22 with the table lamps. This photo of La Ferme de la Gronde is courtesy of TripAdvisor
Room 22 with the table lamps.
This photo of La Ferme de la Gronde is courtesy of TripAdvisor

After a few minutes of flogging and caning, I did not dare to use my hand for spanking because of the noise it generated, Princess used her safe word. She did not feel well and when I untied her I noticed how her skin felt damp and hot.

For a while we rested on the bed. Then Princess kissed me and I kissed her back. Soon my hands were traveling over her delicious body.

I moved, pushing her legs apart with my knee, pinning Princess down with my hands on her upper arms.
I wanted her to feel, to know whom was in charge and pushed myself deep in her longing core.

She gasped when I speared her savagely.
Princess buried her mouth against my left upper arm to muffle her shrieks. Sucked and bit while I ripped her apart with my hard cock.

My upper arm a few days after Princess made a hickey or bit in my flesh.
My upper arm a few days after Princess made a hickey or bit in my flesh.

For a moment we were distracted when one of the pillows slid from the bed, hitting the table lamp. It fell on the ground and broke in two pieces.

“Oh my”, Princess whispered.
“Don’t worry”, I growled.

Then I slapped her jaw and ordered her to cum.

Princess is a good girl and she did just that. I felt her juices run over my thighs.

What a hot feeling.
I went on and on.
Princess came and then came again.

Boy was I happy I had spread the mattress protector on the bed.

We fucked for what seemed a zillion years.
My hand on her throat, choking Princess, she came.
I kissed her, Princess came.
I slapped her jaw, Princess came.
I simply ordered her to come and Princess came.

Later on that evening or was it already night, I don’t remember, we took a shower and went to bed and slept, like we always do, very well.

The next morning I told the landlord we broke the table lamp by accident.
“Okay”, she said.
The next few days, during breakfast, we could see the lamp standing on a table in the kitchen. Almost as a reminder or a punishment, kind of look what you have done.

Way to soon our holiday was over. We had breakfast one last time.
Then we packed, Princess and I.
Entered the B&B for one last time to pay our bill.
They added 20€  for the lamp.
“You can take it with you if you so desire”, the lady said.
I opened my mouth but Princess was very ad rem that morning.
“Nous prenons la lampe”, my love replied.

So this afternoon I glued the two pieces together and gave it a place in our bedroom.
On the chest of drawers filled with our toys.

It is not the most beautiful table lamp of the world but it is a part of our story.
A souvenir.

Something to tell her grandchildren on a drunk evening.
“That hideous table lamp? Well, we broke it, years ago, in France, while I was fucking your grandma silly.”

Yeah, I like that kind of stories.

Table Lamp
Table Lamp

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