Last Tuesday, I visited my boyfriend again. You may remember a previous story I posted about us baking bread together. We are still a couple, with probably an even stronger relationship than when I last posted. I arrived about 10:30, and we sat and chatted for a few minutes over a cup of coffee. We exchanged Christmas cards, which we opened. I had already sent him a card that could be displayed without leading to questions from his family, but this card was a “To my lovely boyfriend” card, that he would have to hide unless he wanted to come clean. His family knows he has a friend called Bev, but they just think that she is a platonic friend who occasionally bakes him a cake. His card to me was also one I couldn’t admit to at home! It’s still hidden in my tote bag with my toys. We waited until later to open our presents. So then I went off to change. I always douche at the start of a meeting, so what with that, and makeup and getting my seamed stockings attached to my black six-strap suspender belt, it was about half an hour before I was ready. I’d taken two outfits with me, so over my black lace bra and panty set I was wearing a black top and a black and white patterned ankle length skirt. I was also wearing a green cardigan that went well with my auburn wig and large gold hooped earrings. My boyfriend appreciates me whatever I’m wearing, and we were soon locked in an embrace, tongues intertwining. When he was able to put me down, we had another coffee and a piece of the courgette, pineapple and coconut cake I had brought with me. I took a long time making the coffee, because as I did so, he knelt behind me, lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down to my knees and licked my hole. It felt wonderful. With the coffee, we unwrapped our presents. At his request, I had bought him a tie and pocket handkerchief set, in a pink pattern. But he had bought me a “massage wand” as they are euphemistically called. And he’d remembered to put batteries in it. Well, we soon tried all the settings on it to see what it did. He held it against my breast; I couldn’t feel much through the cardigan, but what I could feel held much promise for later in the day! At this point, he requested that I change into my other outfit. This meant swapping my cardigan and top for a black lace trimmed camisole and my ankle length skirt for a black layered miniskirt that barely covered my stocking tops. More a pelmet than a skirt! Back in the living room, he had set up his camera, and took some photos and videos of me posing in my skimpy outfit. It became even skimpier when I took of my camisole, and he decked me out in strands of tinsel. My boyfriend had done much better than usual at keeping his hands off of me, but soon we were in the bedroom, with my bra pulled up from my breasts and he was sucking and nibbling them, just as I like it. He was by now naked, and I spent a while sucking on his cock until it was firm. Soon my panties were discarded, and he asked if he could enter me. We did try, with lots of lube, but seeing it was a couple of months since our last session, I couldn’t take him immediately. But I did insert my jewelled butt plug to open myself up a bit. He brought my new present in with him, and started using it on my bare breasts. It felt great, especially one of the pulsing settings. Then he tried this setting against my butt plug, and wow! Within a minute, I was having a wonderful full-body orgasm, bucking about all over the bed. I can have this type of orgasm, without actually ejaculating, it’s a completely different sensation, and, I think, better, as it lasts longer and I can have several in quick succession. Whether it’s like a woman’s orgasm, I don’t really know, but I would think so. He brought his camera in from the other room, set it up on a tripod and switched it to video mode. I went back to sucking his cock for a while, until we were both ready to try fucking again. This time he entered me with no problem, and I thoroughly enjoyed my man pounding into me. Afterwards, we lay and cuddled, one of my favourite parts of the day, with him stroking me. We enjoy this after-play as much as the foreplay and the main event. Eventually, it was time for me to change back to male mode (though, as I pointed out, all my male mode clothes were actually from the women’s department) and return home. It will be another 4 weeks before I can meet him again; I hope we have as much fun then as we did last week.