Guest Editorial: My Night at the Plantation

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My Night at the Plantation

I hadn’t seen him in awhile. We lived in separate cities along the east coast and made the best of our distance by texting each other daily and having phone sex at night. But of course, that wasn’t enough. I needed to see him, wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me and most of all I wanted him to dominate me. His voice and words were great ways to pass the time, but they were just a prelude for what I really wanted.

We picked a meeting point–halfway between his house and mine. It was his parents’ old plantation house that was deep into the country smack dab in the middle of the eastern seaboard. The house had been in the family from the beginning and while he wasn’t in support of it, it once was a home to his ancestors’ slaves, which meant there were slaves quarters, shackles and chains. I was excited.

I prepared for the trip by making a quick stop at Adamandeve.com. We were going to need some rope and I needed some sexy new underwear that would probably come off before he really even saw them. I then packed my bags and headed north; he headed south.

I drove along the long winding country roads, the sun had already indolently slipped away and the fall air was creeping in. I ended up reaching the house before he did. I suppose I may have been speeding. He wasn’t far behind, so I sat and waited in the car, mentally preparing myself for the activities to come.

I could see his headlights from a good mile away. I knew it was him by the way his car hugged the road. I looked in the mirror, patted the eyeliner out from under my eyes and got out of the car. He pulled into the driveway and I leaned up against the trunk of my car. As he got out of the car I suddenly felt nervous. My hands gripped to the back of my bumper and I smiled at him.

He didn’t say hi, he didn’t do anything. He just dropped his bag, picked me up and kissed me. All my nervousness went away in that moment.

We didn’t waste any time. He grabbed his bags and I grabbed mine and we went inside, and went straight to the slaves quarters, which was now merely a bedroom. He asked me where the rope was, so I got it out and handed it to him. He then told me to take off my dress and lay on the bed. He proceeded to tie me into an X and then came the blindfold, his favorite. He liked that I didn’t what was coming next and secretly, so did I. He took his time–he always did–teasing every part of me and getting me beyond excited.

Without the visual of him, it was like I was back in my bedroom, on the phone with him as he breathed dirty things in my ear, but this time it was actually happening. After awhile, the teasing became agonizing, it wasn’t enough, so begged him to take my entirely. It was exactly what he wanted. I felt him come at me slow and deep. And it was exactly what I wanted.

We fell asleep shortly there after listening to the sounds of the country all around us. We had the whole weekend ahead of us…

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