This material is copyright, 2010, by Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at nogardnePrethU@gmail.com . All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Ball and Chain by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com MF wl Dot and I are getting married Saturday. My friends kid me about losing all my freedom. Some freedom! The way I figure it goes something like this: On Sunday morning, I'll be waking up naked with a naked Dot beside me. John will be waking up in bed by himself with his mom pounding on his door. I'll be kissing Dot awake. She'll be kissing me back. I'll be running my hands over her luscious curves. I'll be feeling her smooth thighs, her lush butt, her so-soft breasts. The softest thing Greg will be feeling is an old T-shirt. I'll be kissing more than Dot's lips. I'll be kissing down her throat. I'll be kissing her until I reach her lovely breasts. I'll be sucking on her nipples and stroking her mound. I'll be exciting her as long as she can stand it. When she is ready for me, wanting me, needing me, I'll be entering her tight tunnel. The tightest thing Bert will be going through is his bedroom door. I'll be sinking my cock deep into Dot. I'll be exploring her pussy with it while I'm exploring her mouth with my tongue. I'll be enjoying both explorations. I'll be tasting her sweetness; my most sensitive part will be feeling where Dot is warmest and smoothest. Dot will be enjoying the explorations, too. She'll be tasting my tongue with her own. She'll be feeling my one hand holding her breast and my other kneading her butt. She'll be feeling my shaft sliding in and out of her tight entrance; she'll be feeling its strokes tickle her clit. She'll be feeling the crown of my cock rubbing across her G-spot. She'll be feeling my cock fill her again and again. The only use Pete will be getting from his cock is a piss. Dot and I will be climbing the mountain together. We'll each be feeling our own movements and the movements of the other. I'll be feeling her tightness around me. She'll be feeling my hardness filling her. When I'm moving into her, she'll be rising to hold me deeper. When she's sinking into the bed, I'll be withdrawing in preparation for another stroke. I'll feel her butt clench in that movement. She'll be feeling my hand clasp her. I'll be holding her nipple as the excitement tightens it; she'll be hugging my cock as it swells in the final preparation. We'll be watching each other's faces as our pleasure distorts them. I'll be pulsing inside her; she'll be clasping around me. Ted will be eating corn flakes all alone. I'll be lying in Dot's arms. We'll be sharing our after-glow with no fears of interruption, no curfew, no guilt or shame or need to hide. We'll be lying together until we -- the two of us -- need to do something else. Then we'll be doing that together. John, Greg, Bert, Pete, and Ted will be getting together to decide where to go to see if they can meet any girls. I won't be at that meeting. I suppose that's the freedom that I'll be lacking in marriage. Somehow, I don't think I'll be missing it all that much. The end Ball and Chain by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com 20010/10/14 For another picture of wedded life, see: /~Uther_Pendragon/story/late.htm The index to almost all my stories: /~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm