A Tales from a Crypt

I remember it was a desperately cold evening as I stood waiting for Inside Outside' to break the news on the next best thing ever to hit the town and be called dark.
Sure enough, murders! As dark as anyone could ever imagine.
Depending on the circumstances of their life as apposed to where they stood waiting to surface.
Well I just got too dam cold hanging around and headed off for the shortcut home through the graveyard.
Tonight I was cooking for my wife and it needed to be something so special that it would warrant a faint smile from the lips of one so delicate.
As I approached the graveyard, Vanity was standing at the entrance waiting for me, as though she had read my mind long before I could form it coherently for my self. That pissed me off and I was going to tern to go in the other direction but you know! I could feel the stench of her alcohol breath on my nostrils as I tried to pass her by.Deciding that I had had enough of the avoidance posture, I walked straight up to her and asked her if she wanted to walk with me through the graveyard.(It is good to be nice to people, even when you cannot stand them!)

Well she dribbled on about how much she wanted me to notice her.
The effort she was prepared to put into seducing my cock!
I listened as the self-love came pouring from between her red-hot lips.
On and on about her fetish like desired looks that men would never be able to resist and of course her need for the perfecting of satin attire.
If only my wife could compare! Her slippers and her dam coco.
Oh yes I knew when I got home she would be there with her knitting needles clicker clacking, making jumpers and scarves for the kids.
Would I want it any other way?

In response to my thought, Vanity answered yes I would and reminded me of the difference between panties worn by different women.In the end, I decided to give my beloved wife a miss.
Instead, I moved to the shot of myself and Vanity entering the house, I had rented for just such an occasion.
Once inside, out came all the great moves matriarchs resort to, to get your penis erect. She just did not do it for me, which seemed to get her pretty worked up!The more she could not turn me on the more aroused she became This of course became fascinating for me to observe so rather than relieve her I decided to make her wait for the right moment when she would become aroused to the point of fanaticism

The weeks went by and the hysteria caused by my denial started to tern into an obsession. All be it, my wife started to wonder where I was going after work as the allotment excuse began to ware thin. I could ill afford her poking around in my affairs so I needed to get a move on! I made up my mind, no more playing around! This was to be the night! I was prepared and ready for what vanity was about to receive. Of course, the house I had rented was far off the beaten track.
As for any nosy neighbors who, out of curiosity, may decide to walk down the path, I had their dinner ready and waiting should they require my services.

The session began as she stripped down to the last. I watched as she slowly approached me after the show and at the next curtain call I un-did my zipper and allowed her to look at the desired object of her choice. Her mouth began to salivate as thoughts crossed her mind about having me under her control. If only she could arouse my cock! "Come! My dear' I bade her. "Let's try something else! See if that works for me." There in the next room was the contraption I had created for just such a sexual moment. In all fairness she did inquire as to what it was and I was moved momentarily by it. Nonetheless, the urge to uncover the shimmering silver blade was making me edgy and time was passing by. I had ribbon you know! Strange to say so but yes, bright red ribbon to tie her fetish fingers with, nice and tight that's right. "If you could just bend through the barrier my dear and place your head upon the pillow there.' Oops watch your pretty hair!" It was late when I got back home. All the lights were on and it sounded like my wife was cooking a meal. I Walking into the kitchen and passed the breakfast table, sure enough there she was at the sink with her back to me. I went up to my wife and placed my hands around her slim little waist. "What do you think to my new contraption?' she asked turning coldly around. There she stood! There were my hands Dangling In the air! Cut off between something shimmering and silver!

THE END