The Story of O (my sweet lord.)
By stairwaytoheaven(dom male)
February 25, 2024
The story of O my sweet lord. (part 1)
I finally retired, because I got so tired of breathing the smog and gas fumes and fighting the traffic, what is the point, for what? Get free Gord, just do it. So I did. I spent months living in a tent, cutting trees on my 150 acres and skinning logs. Washing my worn out naked body in the lake out front of my dream home. My dream home lol,20x20 lake side log cabin in the middle of nowhere, but it is home now, a brick fireplace and a large window that looks out onto the lake, where the moose come down once in a while and the deer every morning.
I got low on supplies. I need salt, I need some necessities and I need to stock up on some of that Opus one that they sell and have no idea of the value. I paid $300 a bottle in the city, that old cooter in town has seven cases he “has had fer ages and it’s prolly vinegar by now!” Sold me 6 bottles for fifty bucks. “I’ll save the rest fer ya too. Noone else wants it.” I jump in my pickup and head to town.
Got everything I need, now maybe head to the “public library” to see if I can find something fit to read. I head in and I notice right away the cute little thing behind the desk. The librarian I guess? Maybe 29 or 30 years old, not gorgeous in that “model” kind of way, but far from homely. I head towards her, she is wearing horn rimmed glasses. The kind you see from the fifties, but I know it is not because she doesn’t know fashion, it is because she does. Her dress is cotton, pure white except for a single set of small Marilyn Monroe red lips embroidered just above her breasts. Her lips are painted bright red and no makeup or jewellery except a set of tiny silver handcuffs hanging from her left ear. In her hands is a book, the story of O.
My dick is so hard by the time I reach her I can barely speak. I think all the blood in my body has rushed to my genitals. “Miss, perhaps you can help me?” I am a little self conscious that I am in my camo pants and shirt and looking like I just came from a hunt but this girl is making me nuts. “I’ll try, what do you need?” My mind is racing, what I need is those sweet red lips on my dick, is what I am thinking. “I need to know if you have any books on… my mind is searching... “ knots, or knot tying… you know like when you want to tie something up so matter how much it struggles, the knots just get a little tighter? See I have some land near here and I have to tie something up, I have some experience with knots but it is kind of limited to… well... bondage, not sure if you know what that is but it won’t do for hanging a deer.
I think her smile just made me harder…
Too be continued…
I finally retired, because I got so tired of breathing the smog and gas fumes and fighting the traffic, what is the point, for what? Get free Gord, just do it. So I did. I spent months living in a tent, cutting trees on my 150 acres and skinning logs. Washing my worn out naked body in the lake out front of my dream home. My dream home lol,20x20 lake side log cabin in the middle of nowhere, but it is home now, a brick fireplace and a large window that looks out onto the lake, where the moose come down once in a while and the deer every morning.
I got low on supplies. I need salt, I need some necessities and I need to stock up on some of that Opus one that they sell and have no idea of the value. I paid $300 a bottle in the city, that old cooter in town has seven cases he “has had fer ages and it’s prolly vinegar by now!” Sold me 6 bottles for fifty bucks. “I’ll save the rest fer ya too. Noone else wants it.” I jump in my pickup and head to town.
Got everything I need, now maybe head to the “public library” to see if I can find something fit to read. I head in and I notice right away the cute little thing behind the desk. The librarian I guess? Maybe 29 or 30 years old, not gorgeous in that “model” kind of way, but far from homely. I head towards her, she is wearing horn rimmed glasses. The kind you see from the fifties, but I know it is not because she doesn’t know fashion, it is because she does. Her dress is cotton, pure white except for a single set of small Marilyn Monroe red lips embroidered just above her breasts. Her lips are painted bright red and no makeup or jewellery except a set of tiny silver handcuffs hanging from her left ear. In her hands is a book, the story of O.
My dick is so hard by the time I reach her I can barely speak. I think all the blood in my body has rushed to my genitals. “Miss, perhaps you can help me?” I am a little self conscious that I am in my camo pants and shirt and looking like I just came from a hunt but this girl is making me nuts. “I’ll try, what do you need?” My mind is racing, what I need is those sweet red lips on my dick, is what I am thinking. “I need to know if you have any books on… my mind is searching... “ knots, or knot tying… you know like when you want to tie something up so matter how much it struggles, the knots just get a little tighter? See I have some land near here and I have to tie something up, I have some experience with knots but it is kind of limited to… well... bondage, not sure if you know what that is but it won’t do for hanging a deer.
I think her smile just made me harder…
Too be continued…
