"Will you let my penis in your pussy?" was the question he asked when I had suggested a quick nap before our busy evening. I shouldn't be surprised at the question; he has asked me before work this morning and I'd had to say no as I was already running 40 minutes behind schedule.
"Yes," was my simple reply, and he beat me running into the bedroom.
"Strip! Woman." he commanded. I only giggled and pealed off my work clothes. We stood on opposite sides of the bed and looked at each other. He grabbed his balls and penis and shook them toward me. My hands cupped my boobs and bounced them toward him. He bit his lip in appreciation.
We climbed into bed and under the sheet, laying on our sides. One arm beneath each of our heads held hands at the top of the mattress. The other arm pulled us closer together, each one gently massaging the others back. Legs touched from thigh to toe. We started with light kisses. Lips that barely parted and kisses were soft and light. His lips parted more and his tongue swept across my lips gently in the way I had teased him this morning. I sighed and kissed deeper into him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and sucking his bottom lip as I pulled away. He moaned as I returned to his bottom lip, sucking on it and gently biting it. He started to suck mine in return but I pulled away to kiss more of him. I closed my eyes and let my lips feel my way around his mouth. His lips are plumper than mine and I loved to kiss them.
His hands started wandering down towards my butt and then up to fondle my breast. He palmed my breast softly and then circled my nipple with his finger to make me shiver. His fingers traveled down my body to push apart my legs. I shifted to my back so his fingers could find their way to my waiting clit.
I watched his face as his fingers found their way to my wetness. I had wanted him since I saw his hard cock this morning and teased him with my parting kisses; his eyes grew wide at the discovery of just how wet I was. He only gave me a few strokes on my clit before getting up to enter me.
He knelt over my body and positioned his penis head at the entrance of my vagina, but he did not enter. First he kissed me some more, from my lips to my breasts. He took time to suck on each of my pointed nipples, watching me slightly arch into him. As he made his way back up my body, his dick entered me slightly.
He rocked back and forth gently, his penis barely entering with each thrust. I was wet enough for his whole cock, but he wasn't rushed. He savored each gentle thrust in me, barely increasing his depth. The slow movement teased my G-spot and I closed my eyes again in pleasure. His head rested on my breasts until his entire dick was in me. He paused and pushed up to stare into my eyes. His face was pinched in pleasure. It was the face that had only entered our sex life almost a year into our relationship; a face of more than pleasure, but pleasure, passion, lust, and the deepest love. Like the core of his feelings worn on his face for me. The face I see so often now, and love so much.
He now thrust deep into me and pulled out slowly. More pleasure from my G-spot and I told him he was going to make me squirt. He called me a squirting machine. I said it was his fault for turning me into that. He gladly accepted that responsibility, and sank his head back onto my breasts.
From below him, I pumped my hips, pushing out as I flexed up and into him, then squeezing his dick as I pulled away. He stopped moving and let me fuck him from below. I could feel my wetness surrounding him, this cushion between us that felt so good. His hands moved under my head to cradle me and he kissed me with urgency. He moaned into me as I fucked him a bit faster. His breath caught in his throat each time I almost pulled away.
He knelt before me and started fucking me hard and quick, where his balls slap me and his cock hits my cervix so I cry out with each fast strike. Pain and pleasure mixed; it felt good in such a strange blend of feeling. His body made a loud slapping noise as he fucked into me and I felt an orgasm start to build. One hand still cradling my head, he kissed me until my hands clutched his back as my orgasm built and I came, squeezing him with my pussy and my fingers on his shoulders. He paused deep in me as my body shook around him.
A few seconds of my body being tense while my body was flooded with pleasure. He felt my fingers relax, and resumed fucking me, hard and fast again. My orgasm was barely subsided and the pleasure was coursing through my veins. Feeling him moving inside me again, feeling my come pooling just outside my vagina, I screamed in pleasure. My eyes were shut as he fucked me into another orgasm.
This time my hips bucked and my back arched against him. My body was wild and thrashing. He stopped his rhythm again to watch me in my ectasy. I could feel my body, my vagina, moving around him. Squeezing him and feeling his hard girth in me just caused the waves of pleasure to continue to spread through me.
He started again soft and shallow. Shallow hitting that spot that, if I could relax the right way, I know would end in squirting. I forced my body to relax, focusing on breathing and moaning. Our faces were touching cheek to cheek but where our lips were almost next to each other. We were breathing and moaning in each others ears. I clawed at his back, I could feel it coming.
And squirt poured all over his dick. He felt the warm stream hit him and pour down his balls. His hands, still in my hair, grabbed tight. His hips no longer gave me shallow thrusts, but quick deep ones which cut off my squirt and then forced it from my body. He called my name and I clung to him.
He was overtaken by the moment and fucked me like he needed to. Fast, quick, deep, rough. It didn't take much to send him over the edge to his own orgasm in which he pushed in as deep as he could while I cried out at the invasion. He collapsed on my breasts and I held him. We cuddled for a few moments sharing contented sighs.
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
e-lust #40
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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Begin rant
Communication Breakdown
Family Planning
Great Expectation
My Fantasy
Rituals, Symbolism, Kink, and of course ME
Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
How You Know You Are On The Rag
Intersecting
Kink & Fetish
Anal Slut
Belted
Flogger Use and Safety from a Beginner
Janet's Magical Toybag
Protest Much?
Property of Seven
Playing With Fire
Please
Tonight I am going to fuck your (slave) ass
The Long-Anticipated Gangbang Post
Welcome To The Club
Erotic Writing
Almost Broken
Alive
A Bad Habit
A Sinner Sits for Sacred Sunday Service
BBQ & Beer
Birthday Sex
Cap D'Agde -spit roast with a stranger
Dirty Talk
Lolita Twenty-Twelve, Part Five
Lush
Matched
Oral at a Sex Party
once in a while
Revelation
Random memories: First love
Saturday Morning Pussy
Stress Reliever – Lubed Fingers
The shopping assistant
The Sting of the Crop
You
Monday, June 4, 2012
He tied me up, and blindfolded me
I was nervous and excited. We had talked about tying me up. We'd bought the restraints more than a month ago during our date night. Only last night we had used them on him; now it was my turn.
He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.
He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.
He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.
And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.
He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.
And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!
He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.
He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full. He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.
He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy.
I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.
He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.
I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.
More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.
All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.
He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.
After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.
I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.
He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.
He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.
He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.
He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.
He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.
And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.
He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.
And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!
He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.
He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full. He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.
He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy.
I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.
He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.
I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.
More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.
All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.
He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.
After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.
I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.
He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.
He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
His first crop spanking
Note, this is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here.
He flinched slightly at my little flicks with the crop against his butt. I gently ran my free hand over his cheeks, feeling him lightly. More little flicks. It felt like just the right weight in my hand - enough to get a good swoosh and land a slightly stinging hit, but not too heavy where the motion would feel too repetitive. Perfect.
I started spanking him more with it, alternating between cheeks. The head of the crop is a rectangle, about 3 inches long but only an inch wide. It gives a very direct hit which very quickly turns the skin a light blush red. I made sure both of his cheeks were turning a nice pink glow before I touched his cock for the first time.
I touch it, it was growing hard, but nowhere near hard yet. I was tempted to keep spanking him until he was hard, but it was nearly 2am and I did want to play with him a lot. My free hand reached around and started lightly running my fingers up and down his cock while my other hand was flicking his ass with the crop. I varied the strength of the hits - no need to make it repetitive quite yet. He flinched at the heavier blows, and relaxed with the lighter ones.
I paused to apply lube to his cock. We are running low on our good lube, so we bought some emergency back-up at the sex shop to make sure the good stuff lasted. It was runny and half dribbled onto the bed when I turned my hand over to apply to his cock. He tensed at its coolness. He had been growing harder still before I applied the lube, now he was almost rock hard with my hand gliding on him. He moaned into the bed, eyes closing.
I turned my attention back to his ass. I hit him with the crop, making random choices on which side and where to hit him, sometimes moving on, other times hitting him in the same spot over and over. It started to grow painful and he was flinching. With each flinch I watched his balls swing freely between his legs. I took the crop and gently, lovingly spanked him.
His eyes popped open in surprise. "Gentle!" he urged, almost panicked. I hit him again.
"Aren't I being gentle?"
"Well, yeah..." I hit his balls again and again. Then without warning, a hard SMACK to his ass. He moaned again. I dropped the crop and smacked him with my hand. I left an outline of my hand on one cheek, then the other. His ass was still pink from the crop, and now it was turning a brighter red. I hit him hard, making my hand sting. He moaned loud.
I stopped moving my hand on his cock, holding it still, and I spanked him with my hand again. His body flinched forward with my blows, forcing his cock to move slightly in my hand. Each blow was a mix of pain and pleasure for him and his moans betrayed which side was winning.
"Are you a naughty boy?" I asked.
"Yes... oh yes I'm naughty!" was the eager reply.
I hit him hard again. Again. Again. "Why are you naughty? Tell me reasons."
He didn't say a word. I hit him hard, as hard as my hand could. His eyes pinched in pain. I ordered him to tell me why he was naughty. I removed my hand from his hard cock again. More smacks. "Tell me, or I'll just spank you and let your dick go limp." He whimpered. My hand was stinging.
"I like boys." He almost whispered.
I picked up the crop and hit him very hard with it. He cried out. "Naughty! You shouldn't like boys!" Again and again I landed stinging blows on him. "You're so naughty. I bet you wish I was a boy jerking you off." I grabbed his dick in my hand and started jacking him off again.
He moaned into his pillow. When he didn't answer I spanked his balls lightly again. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yes!" he conceded. I spanked him for his answer. Then I dropped his cock again and spread his ass cheeks apart.
"I bet you wish he would eat your asshole, too."
He moaned again, and I applied fresh lube to my hand and went back to jerking him off. I spanked him with my hand again, focusing on one cheek while I bit his other ass cheek. "Naughty" I said in between bites. I kissed him a couple of times, then bit again. I watched my hand land blows on his red cheek. His dick felt very hard in my hand.
His ass was high in the air, perfect for receiving that cock or tongue I knew he was thinking about. I took up the crop again, used my dick-hand to spread his cheeks again, and spanked his asshole with the crop. "Naughty, naughty, naughty boy thinking about other men!" He moaned into his pillow again. "I know you want them to lick you there!" And then I was smacking his cheeks again, hard and my hand was on his dick jerking rough and fast.
"I am... I do... I'm so naughty...." he breathed into his pillow with shut eyes.
More blows with the crop and all of his ass was a nice red hue. I dropped the crop and used my hand again. "You're a fag," I said harshly. His eyes opened in surprised - I've never used that term before, only he has. But I spanked and jerked him hard, he moaned into his pillow more. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I held his dick, hand not moving again. I squeezed him gently.
"Thinking about those boys you like? I bet you wish they would do this," and I shoved my face into his ass, licking his asshole with fast rapid strokes. His whole body tensed and his moans became loud and high pitched. He begged me to not stop, keep going, lick that asshole...
I stopped. I spanked him for enjoying it too much. His moans became almost squeals of pleasure, I hit him with my hand as hard as I could. He twitched when his cock moved in my still hand. Yes, he was too close to orgasm still. I picked up the crop and made blows that I'm sure would sting. I had to make sure his ass stayed a bright red color.
Then I removed my hand from his very hard dick, and continued to lick his asshole again. I licked and tongued him, spreading his cheeks, forcing them apart. His squeals turned into the highest pitch sound he could make, disappearing into silence as I ate him out. I licked and kissed him as fast as I could. I attacked his asshole with my tongue.
Then I stopped again. More lube on my hands, then very strong jerking motions. His head rose off the pillow, eyes pinched shut. My other hand started smacking him very hard, pushing his body forward with the force of each blow. His cock was so hard in my hand it made my fingers hurt. I didn't relieve my grip, I jerked him faster. I spanked him with my flat palm pushing his body with each blow.
His head looked down towards his cock and I knew he was close. He always watches himself cum. I spanked as fast as I could without losing any strength in my blows to his very red cheek. "Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" He started to yell at me.
I didn't stop. I hit him over and over, arm swinging back while my other one held onto him, leaning forward with the blows so he didn't wrench his cock from my grip. He yelled it more, his body now pushing forward and my blows kept pushing him. "Don't you DARE STOOOO....." and the word was lost in his growl. I didn't stop. I spanked and jerked him while his body tried to get away from me. I pursued him.
He trembled and lost his strength, collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto his side. I looked at him, smiling. He was curled into a ball, moaning slightly.
I got up and washed the lube off my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I returned to the bed and lightly kissed his face; he jumped awake. His eyes opened briefly to look at me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you," he was barely speaking. "Oh baby. Oh my goodness."
"Yeah?" I said, grinning. He hadn't moved again.
"You are perfect. Just... perfect."
"Oh I am?"
"Yes. So... perfect. Oh my goodness...."
I crawled next to him and cuddled him. A few minutes passed and I replayed his orgasm in my head while I spooned him.
"Honey..." it was said with a tone I knew. "I don't think I can eat you out tonight..."
"I know," I said. "Tomorrow."
"Ok... thank you." And then, after a pause, "Honey...." in the same tone.
"Hmm?"
"I hate to ask you... but I'm really hungry... could you get me something to eat?"
"Now?"
"I'm so hungry... please?"
"Ok..."
"And something to drink, too?"
"Yes, dear."
I went to the kitchen. The clock read 2:58am. I had played with him for a lot longer than I realized. I made him a quesadilla, brought him a drink, and put on some cartoons as we cuddled in bed snacking. He ate leaning on his side; sitting up seemed like too much effort. He called me the best girlfriend and the perfect woman.
Finally, it was time for sleep. His cum spot which took up a good 3x6 inch square right in the middle of his normal sleeping spot. I moved him over closer to me, and held him as we went to sleep.
The next morning, he repaid the orgasm in some very excellent ways...
to be continued...
He flinched slightly at my little flicks with the crop against his butt. I gently ran my free hand over his cheeks, feeling him lightly. More little flicks. It felt like just the right weight in my hand - enough to get a good swoosh and land a slightly stinging hit, but not too heavy where the motion would feel too repetitive. Perfect.
I started spanking him more with it, alternating between cheeks. The head of the crop is a rectangle, about 3 inches long but only an inch wide. It gives a very direct hit which very quickly turns the skin a light blush red. I made sure both of his cheeks were turning a nice pink glow before I touched his cock for the first time.
I touch it, it was growing hard, but nowhere near hard yet. I was tempted to keep spanking him until he was hard, but it was nearly 2am and I did want to play with him a lot. My free hand reached around and started lightly running my fingers up and down his cock while my other hand was flicking his ass with the crop. I varied the strength of the hits - no need to make it repetitive quite yet. He flinched at the heavier blows, and relaxed with the lighter ones.
I paused to apply lube to his cock. We are running low on our good lube, so we bought some emergency back-up at the sex shop to make sure the good stuff lasted. It was runny and half dribbled onto the bed when I turned my hand over to apply to his cock. He tensed at its coolness. He had been growing harder still before I applied the lube, now he was almost rock hard with my hand gliding on him. He moaned into the bed, eyes closing.
I turned my attention back to his ass. I hit him with the crop, making random choices on which side and where to hit him, sometimes moving on, other times hitting him in the same spot over and over. It started to grow painful and he was flinching. With each flinch I watched his balls swing freely between his legs. I took the crop and gently, lovingly spanked him.
His eyes popped open in surprise. "Gentle!" he urged, almost panicked. I hit him again.
"Aren't I being gentle?"
"Well, yeah..." I hit his balls again and again. Then without warning, a hard SMACK to his ass. He moaned again. I dropped the crop and smacked him with my hand. I left an outline of my hand on one cheek, then the other. His ass was still pink from the crop, and now it was turning a brighter red. I hit him hard, making my hand sting. He moaned loud.
I stopped moving my hand on his cock, holding it still, and I spanked him with my hand again. His body flinched forward with my blows, forcing his cock to move slightly in my hand. Each blow was a mix of pain and pleasure for him and his moans betrayed which side was winning.
"Are you a naughty boy?" I asked.
"Yes... oh yes I'm naughty!" was the eager reply.
I hit him hard again. Again. Again. "Why are you naughty? Tell me reasons."
He didn't say a word. I hit him hard, as hard as my hand could. His eyes pinched in pain. I ordered him to tell me why he was naughty. I removed my hand from his hard cock again. More smacks. "Tell me, or I'll just spank you and let your dick go limp." He whimpered. My hand was stinging.
"I like boys." He almost whispered.
I picked up the crop and hit him very hard with it. He cried out. "Naughty! You shouldn't like boys!" Again and again I landed stinging blows on him. "You're so naughty. I bet you wish I was a boy jerking you off." I grabbed his dick in my hand and started jacking him off again.
He moaned into his pillow. When he didn't answer I spanked his balls lightly again. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yes!" he conceded. I spanked him for his answer. Then I dropped his cock again and spread his ass cheeks apart.
"I bet you wish he would eat your asshole, too."
He moaned again, and I applied fresh lube to my hand and went back to jerking him off. I spanked him with my hand again, focusing on one cheek while I bit his other ass cheek. "Naughty" I said in between bites. I kissed him a couple of times, then bit again. I watched my hand land blows on his red cheek. His dick felt very hard in my hand.
His ass was high in the air, perfect for receiving that cock or tongue I knew he was thinking about. I took up the crop again, used my dick-hand to spread his cheeks again, and spanked his asshole with the crop. "Naughty, naughty, naughty boy thinking about other men!" He moaned into his pillow again. "I know you want them to lick you there!" And then I was smacking his cheeks again, hard and my hand was on his dick jerking rough and fast.
"I am... I do... I'm so naughty...." he breathed into his pillow with shut eyes.
More blows with the crop and all of his ass was a nice red hue. I dropped the crop and used my hand again. "You're a fag," I said harshly. His eyes opened in surprised - I've never used that term before, only he has. But I spanked and jerked him hard, he moaned into his pillow more. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I held his dick, hand not moving again. I squeezed him gently.
"Thinking about those boys you like? I bet you wish they would do this," and I shoved my face into his ass, licking his asshole with fast rapid strokes. His whole body tensed and his moans became loud and high pitched. He begged me to not stop, keep going, lick that asshole...
I stopped. I spanked him for enjoying it too much. His moans became almost squeals of pleasure, I hit him with my hand as hard as I could. He twitched when his cock moved in my still hand. Yes, he was too close to orgasm still. I picked up the crop and made blows that I'm sure would sting. I had to make sure his ass stayed a bright red color.
Then I removed my hand from his very hard dick, and continued to lick his asshole again. I licked and tongued him, spreading his cheeks, forcing them apart. His squeals turned into the highest pitch sound he could make, disappearing into silence as I ate him out. I licked and kissed him as fast as I could. I attacked his asshole with my tongue.
Then I stopped again. More lube on my hands, then very strong jerking motions. His head rose off the pillow, eyes pinched shut. My other hand started smacking him very hard, pushing his body forward with the force of each blow. His cock was so hard in my hand it made my fingers hurt. I didn't relieve my grip, I jerked him faster. I spanked him with my flat palm pushing his body with each blow.
His head looked down towards his cock and I knew he was close. He always watches himself cum. I spanked as fast as I could without losing any strength in my blows to his very red cheek. "Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" He started to yell at me.
I didn't stop. I hit him over and over, arm swinging back while my other one held onto him, leaning forward with the blows so he didn't wrench his cock from my grip. He yelled it more, his body now pushing forward and my blows kept pushing him. "Don't you DARE STOOOO....." and the word was lost in his growl. I didn't stop. I spanked and jerked him while his body tried to get away from me. I pursued him.
He trembled and lost his strength, collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto his side. I looked at him, smiling. He was curled into a ball, moaning slightly.
I got up and washed the lube off my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I returned to the bed and lightly kissed his face; he jumped awake. His eyes opened briefly to look at me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you," he was barely speaking. "Oh baby. Oh my goodness."
"Yeah?" I said, grinning. He hadn't moved again.
"You are perfect. Just... perfect."
"Oh I am?"
"Yes. So... perfect. Oh my goodness...."
I crawled next to him and cuddled him. A few minutes passed and I replayed his orgasm in my head while I spooned him.
"Honey..." it was said with a tone I knew. "I don't think I can eat you out tonight..."
"I know," I said. "Tomorrow."
"Ok... thank you." And then, after a pause, "Honey...." in the same tone.
"Hmm?"
"I hate to ask you... but I'm really hungry... could you get me something to eat?"
"Now?"
"I'm so hungry... please?"
"Ok..."
"And something to drink, too?"
"Yes, dear."
I went to the kitchen. The clock read 2:58am. I had played with him for a lot longer than I realized. I made him a quesadilla, brought him a drink, and put on some cartoons as we cuddled in bed snacking. He ate leaning on his side; sitting up seemed like too much effort. He called me the best girlfriend and the perfect woman.
Finally, it was time for sleep. His cum spot which took up a good 3x6 inch square right in the middle of his normal sleeping spot. I moved him over closer to me, and held him as we went to sleep.
The next morning, he repaid the orgasm in some very excellent ways...
to be continued...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The look in the eyes
Every evening we are normally on our computers in the office. He is normally gaming while I am blogging, catching up on emails, or writing. (Blogging takes a lot of time!) We're always chit chatting and constantly interrupting the other with hugs, kisses, and sexy comments that turn the other on and disrupt concentration (another reason blogging takes so long).
Last night "the look" came up somehow. He feigned ignorance and I reminded him, "You know, THE LOOK. The one we have when we're having sex sometimes... that look." He couldn't play dumb for long, as the smile broke out across his face. Yes, he's aware of the look.
The look doesn't always make its appearance. Frequently his face his buried in my breasts or in my neck kissing me during sex. My eyes are typically close as I cannot keep them open while I'm orgasming or even close to an orgasm. But sometimes, with an effort... the look happens and when it does, I don't see anything but him.
It starts when we lock eyes. And then it stays. And for some breaths it says. We kiss, and our eyes are open, looking, staring. He is thrusting or I am rocking but the other is stopped, transfixed in time. The mouths are open, but there are no words. Just shallow breathing. Shared air.
The best sex either of us have had in our lives was in January. I came home from work stressed out beyond recognition. I went straight to bed and started crying. He was there with me, holding me to him, letting me wet his shirt in my tears. He held me so very tight that day. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks. He told me he would be there for me, it would work out. It was OK. As I calmed down his kisses started moving closer to my mouth and then down my neck. What followed was the most passionate, moving, and incredible sex I'd ever imagined possible.
The look first made its appearance there. At one point I was riding him in cowgirl and I was moving very slowly. His hands were on my back and I was bent over him. Our eyes were locked for what felt like hours. The emotional state of the room was intoxicating. I remember looking at him and thinking this was the most beautiful, joyous, ardent moment of my life. I never wanted it to end. Then he said, "I want this to last forever."
What followed was so intimate and so beautiful I didn't tweet about it and I won't describe it here. Its ours. Forever.
Every once in a while that look resurfaces. It may be for a few moments, it may just be for a second. The longer we hold it, the more intense the sex becomes. Sometimes he orders me to look at him, or our eyes meet by accident and we both hold it.
The look surfaced last night. It wasn't planned, even though we talked about it. We just looked. And looked. And then he breathed "I love you" to me. I almost started crying - it was so intense, and I was so freaking happy. I managed to say it back, barely. We kissed, lips just touching. Our mouths were open, lips touch, and we shared breath as he fucked me slowly, our eyes still locked. I broke into a smile, and he asked me why I was smiling. My eyes pricked with tears again. I lost my words.
He buried himself in my neck and kissed me and kissed me.
Last night "the look" came up somehow. He feigned ignorance and I reminded him, "You know, THE LOOK. The one we have when we're having sex sometimes... that look." He couldn't play dumb for long, as the smile broke out across his face. Yes, he's aware of the look.
The look doesn't always make its appearance. Frequently his face his buried in my breasts or in my neck kissing me during sex. My eyes are typically close as I cannot keep them open while I'm orgasming or even close to an orgasm. But sometimes, with an effort... the look happens and when it does, I don't see anything but him.
It starts when we lock eyes. And then it stays. And for some breaths it says. We kiss, and our eyes are open, looking, staring. He is thrusting or I am rocking but the other is stopped, transfixed in time. The mouths are open, but there are no words. Just shallow breathing. Shared air.
The best sex either of us have had in our lives was in January. I came home from work stressed out beyond recognition. I went straight to bed and started crying. He was there with me, holding me to him, letting me wet his shirt in my tears. He held me so very tight that day. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks. He told me he would be there for me, it would work out. It was OK. As I calmed down his kisses started moving closer to my mouth and then down my neck. What followed was the most passionate, moving, and incredible sex I'd ever imagined possible.
The look first made its appearance there. At one point I was riding him in cowgirl and I was moving very slowly. His hands were on my back and I was bent over him. Our eyes were locked for what felt like hours. The emotional state of the room was intoxicating. I remember looking at him and thinking this was the most beautiful, joyous, ardent moment of my life. I never wanted it to end. Then he said, "I want this to last forever."
What followed was so intimate and so beautiful I didn't tweet about it and I won't describe it here. Its ours. Forever.
Every once in a while that look resurfaces. It may be for a few moments, it may just be for a second. The longer we hold it, the more intense the sex becomes. Sometimes he orders me to look at him, or our eyes meet by accident and we both hold it.
The look surfaced last night. It wasn't planned, even though we talked about it. We just looked. And looked. And then he breathed "I love you" to me. I almost started crying - it was so intense, and I was so freaking happy. I managed to say it back, barely. We kissed, lips just touching. Our mouths were open, lips touch, and we shared breath as he fucked me slowly, our eyes still locked. I broke into a smile, and he asked me why I was smiling. My eyes pricked with tears again. I lost my words.
He buried himself in my neck and kissed me and kissed me.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
How many orgasms can I take? his fantasy
The other night we were cuddling in bed just chatting. I can't remember if it was pre- or post- sex. He mentioned that one of our next toy purchases needed to be a secure tie-down system. Now we have three pairs of handcuffs - one metal, two cloth with velcro straps. The problem with the cloth is that the velcro can be ripped if you pull strong enough (and we both have) and the chain in between the cuffs is obviously very weak. The metal ones come open too easily as well.
So we can use the cuffs, but the one being cuffed or immobilized can break free. I can play within the rules, but he will not. He wants to make sure I can't escape without his help. He wants me to try to squirm, but be completely unable to. He wants complete control.
He wants to make me cum. A lot. He's made me cum almost 20 times in a short time of about an hour, I think. (You can read about that here). His "record" is when he made an ex cum 30-some times over the course of a couple hours. He (and I) would love to surpass this... but at some point I can barely take anymore sensation. For him, this becomes a delicious challenge. His vision:
Strap me down, hands above my head. Legs wide and straight. A strap across my stomach. All this to ensure that when I cum, I can twist, jump, and flail my legs, completely out of control. My back arches so high that I'm end up standing on one shoulder and my feet. I've never been immobilized when coming. I can't imagine what that would be like.
And he wants to watch it happen. He wants to use me with his dick and hands and mouth, make me cum over and over. I'll beg for him to stop, and he won't. He'll keep going. I'll cum more and more. I'll beg for relief, and he'll keep going. My pussy is his, its under his control. And I can't move. I am completely his. And his sole purpose is to pleasure me beyond anything I have ever experienced.
Whenever this strap, tie-down system is acquired, you will know. But I may need 24 hours to recover from it first. What I love about this fantasy is that it is entirely focused on MY pleasure. Not once did the topic of him cumming ever cum up. That's not the point. Although, I'll be curious to know how many times he does cum whenever this is experienced.
He wants to make me cum. A lot. He's made me cum almost 20 times in a short time of about an hour, I think. (You can read about that here). His "record" is when he made an ex cum 30-some times over the course of a couple hours. He (and I) would love to surpass this... but at some point I can barely take anymore sensation. For him, this becomes a delicious challenge. His vision:
And he wants to watch it happen. He wants to use me with his dick and hands and mouth, make me cum over and over. I'll beg for him to stop, and he won't. He'll keep going. I'll cum more and more. I'll beg for relief, and he'll keep going. My pussy is his, its under his control. And I can't move. I am completely his. And his sole purpose is to pleasure me beyond anything I have ever experienced.
Whenever this strap, tie-down system is acquired, you will know. But I may need 24 hours to recover from it first. What I love about this fantasy is that it is entirely focused on MY pleasure. Not once did the topic of him cumming ever cum up. That's not the point. Although, I'll be curious to know how many times he does cum whenever this is experienced.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Fucking for the future
I had the day off. It was an important day. BF, after 4 years of no talking and complete separation from his marriage mistake, was finally divorced. Details of how and why this legal detail wasn't completed so long ago isn't important. What matters is: it happened.
So yeah, what does it feel like to have your boyfriend legally free? Awesome. Amazing. Confusing. You don't expect to enter a relationship with something like this hanging in the background... but it does happen. And to have it done and over with? Wow. And I'm just living with this for not even a year... for him, it was an amazing day. It happened first thing this morning, so we had the rest of the day together.
I made him a carrot-cake divorce cake that said "Happy Divorce!" on it in orange frosting. We played computers, watched TV, and yes, we had celebration sex. Twice. With a nap in between.
Round 1 started in the kitchen, I think. I was writing the words on the cake and he started licking the bowl from the cream cheese frosting... so I took a finger and put it on my boob. (Yes, I was making the cake in my bra and panties). After he licked that off, I spread some from my collar bone up my neck. He licked it off, kissed me, and slapped my ass. I finished with the cake, and things moved into the bedroom.
We started kissing before we made it to the bed. Deep French kisses, hands wandering. Bra and panties off, his underwear on the floor. He reached down and started fingering my clit, and my knees started to buckle. It felt so good, just barely stroking my clit, then reaching in further and giving me the come hither move right on it. I moaned, kissing him and reached for his growing cock. He pulled me onto the bed. I started jacking off his dick, making it hard.
"Oh you always make it so hard so fast," he tells me. He was hard in no time, maybe record time.
I grinned, and climbed on top. "I'm going to fuck you today," I said. "Happy divorce!"
He laughed. First sex as a single man in more than 4 years. I didn't let him in, but settled my pussy on top of his dick, just slighting rocking on it. I put my hands above his shoulders, and kissed him, my curls hanging down framing our faces. He could feel my wetness, just barely touching him. I spread my lips, and moved my clit on his boner. His dick was slick with my first pass. My clit stroked his dick as we looked into our eyes.
I rocked, and he started talking to me. "Oh you naughty girl, why are you so wet today? So very naughty." I went to kiss his neck, but he hijacked my head and bit my neck. Hard. I gasped, moaning into his shoulder. He released me for a second, then kissed me, then bit me again. It was painful... but I liked it. I leaned back up, and started flexing my hips up, pushing his dick up into my pussy. I held him at the entrance, covering him in my wetness. Then I pulled off and started flexing with my clit against his dick again. "Come on my dick, use your clit to come on my dick. I love to see you come with your clit... you feel so good. Make it feel so good for me baby," he told me. I was so turned on. My orgasm came quickly, left me quivering on his dick. He ran his hands up and down my back, telling me what a good girl I was for obeying him like that.
I flicked my hips up again, and this time I sank onto his dick, and his eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips as I let him fill me up. He pinned my feet under his legs, pushing himself into me as I pushed myself into him. I rocked slowly back and forth, agonizingly slow. His voice was low in volume, high in pitch, asking for more. It felt amazingly good, rocking on that. He grabbed my right ass check and held it firmly in his grip, fingers pulling it sideways. Then I started flipping my hips up so he was barely in me before gently falling back down. Again and again, and then I was cumming again. When I was done, he pulled my hair away from my face and told me he loved me and I was so beautiful when I came.
Pushing into each other, I feeling as much as we could, just us, our bodies. I fucked him, rolling my hips, letting his dick fill me up. I came a third time, and then a fourth, each time getting closer and easier. I started really fucking against him, and his hands were slightly resting against my ass. I started bouncing my ass, and he told me to keep going, keep doing it. So I did, more and faster, an orgasm building. My eyes shut from pleasure, my last view was his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in pleasure. His hands were grazing my ass, following its bounces as best as he could. He exploded into orgasm for 20 very long seconds. And my orgasm hit mid-way through his. I could feel my pussy squeezing his cock hard, making his gasp and twitch. We kissed.
It was the best sex he's had in years, he told me. And we fell asleep, on our sides, legs intertwined, his arms around me, his lips on my forehead, my head tucked into him. The breeze was blowing in the windows. It was lovely.
So yeah, what does it feel like to have your boyfriend legally free? Awesome. Amazing. Confusing. You don't expect to enter a relationship with something like this hanging in the background... but it does happen. And to have it done and over with? Wow. And I'm just living with this for not even a year... for him, it was an amazing day. It happened first thing this morning, so we had the rest of the day together.
I made him a carrot-cake divorce cake that said "Happy Divorce!" on it in orange frosting. We played computers, watched TV, and yes, we had celebration sex. Twice. With a nap in between.
Round 1 started in the kitchen, I think. I was writing the words on the cake and he started licking the bowl from the cream cheese frosting... so I took a finger and put it on my boob. (Yes, I was making the cake in my bra and panties). After he licked that off, I spread some from my collar bone up my neck. He licked it off, kissed me, and slapped my ass. I finished with the cake, and things moved into the bedroom.
We started kissing before we made it to the bed. Deep French kisses, hands wandering. Bra and panties off, his underwear on the floor. He reached down and started fingering my clit, and my knees started to buckle. It felt so good, just barely stroking my clit, then reaching in further and giving me the come hither move right on it. I moaned, kissing him and reached for his growing cock. He pulled me onto the bed. I started jacking off his dick, making it hard.
"Oh you always make it so hard so fast," he tells me. He was hard in no time, maybe record time.
I grinned, and climbed on top. "I'm going to fuck you today," I said. "Happy divorce!"
He laughed. First sex as a single man in more than 4 years. I didn't let him in, but settled my pussy on top of his dick, just slighting rocking on it. I put my hands above his shoulders, and kissed him, my curls hanging down framing our faces. He could feel my wetness, just barely touching him. I spread my lips, and moved my clit on his boner. His dick was slick with my first pass. My clit stroked his dick as we looked into our eyes.
I rocked, and he started talking to me. "Oh you naughty girl, why are you so wet today? So very naughty." I went to kiss his neck, but he hijacked my head and bit my neck. Hard. I gasped, moaning into his shoulder. He released me for a second, then kissed me, then bit me again. It was painful... but I liked it. I leaned back up, and started flexing my hips up, pushing his dick up into my pussy. I held him at the entrance, covering him in my wetness. Then I pulled off and started flexing with my clit against his dick again. "Come on my dick, use your clit to come on my dick. I love to see you come with your clit... you feel so good. Make it feel so good for me baby," he told me. I was so turned on. My orgasm came quickly, left me quivering on his dick. He ran his hands up and down my back, telling me what a good girl I was for obeying him like that.
I flicked my hips up again, and this time I sank onto his dick, and his eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips as I let him fill me up. He pinned my feet under his legs, pushing himself into me as I pushed myself into him. I rocked slowly back and forth, agonizingly slow. His voice was low in volume, high in pitch, asking for more. It felt amazingly good, rocking on that. He grabbed my right ass check and held it firmly in his grip, fingers pulling it sideways. Then I started flipping my hips up so he was barely in me before gently falling back down. Again and again, and then I was cumming again. When I was done, he pulled my hair away from my face and told me he loved me and I was so beautiful when I came.
Pushing into each other, I feeling as much as we could, just us, our bodies. I fucked him, rolling my hips, letting his dick fill me up. I came a third time, and then a fourth, each time getting closer and easier. I started really fucking against him, and his hands were slightly resting against my ass. I started bouncing my ass, and he told me to keep going, keep doing it. So I did, more and faster, an orgasm building. My eyes shut from pleasure, my last view was his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in pleasure. His hands were grazing my ass, following its bounces as best as he could. He exploded into orgasm for 20 very long seconds. And my orgasm hit mid-way through his. I could feel my pussy squeezing his cock hard, making his gasp and twitch. We kissed.
It was the best sex he's had in years, he told me. And we fell asleep, on our sides, legs intertwined, his arms around me, his lips on my forehead, my head tucked into him. The breeze was blowing in the windows. It was lovely.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday morning ritual and a bit more pt2
Part 2
If you haven't read part one, you can catch up here.
We are cuddling, laying facing the foot of the bed with our feet on the pillows, collapsed in a pile together from sex. I don't remember what we talked about. I know he wanted to get me out of bed to start the day, but I was feeling lazy. And still a little horny... I wanted to play with the bullet vibe on my clit.
So I flipped around and reached for my bullet vibe and handed him the control. I love to control the placement while he controls the vibrations. I never get off as good as when we pair up like that... I have only limited control -- he actually controls when I cum. And he loves to torture me until I'm crying for release. But today was not meant to be. The vibe would not turn on. We fiddled with it, replaced the batteries, and nothing. To say I was frustrated is an understatement. I just received this vibe on Friday, two days ago, and had received the most incredible orgasm from it then. I don't have anything that comes remotely close to it. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do. He handed me something I wasn't expecting - his prostate massage vibe. I think he could see the disbelief on my face. "Just try it," he encouraged. Well, why not? I hadn't used it on myself. I knew it was completely sanitized from his last use of it - and it is made from silicone. So I turned it one and started using it.
It doesn't replace the bullet vibe, but it was OK. If anything, the 7 different vibration options offered some good sensations. What was the hardest for me was trying to figure out what was comfortable - this toy has an odd shape to it (it wasn't made for a clit, after all!) but once I curved it around my clit, I found some very satisfying vibrations. The BF could tell it wasn't giving me quite the vibrations that I wanted, so he started running his hands up and down my body, from breasts or neck to hips, pussy, or thighs depending on his route of choice. Occasionally he would stop and brush my nipples or give them a tweak, but what really got me going (and does get me going every time) is his fingers brushing the outside of my pussy lips or my hand that is on my clit - its the biggest tease he can ever do and it drives me fucking wild with desire and pleasure. After driving me crazy for a bit, he ignored my pussy, making it worse for me. Now I needed his hand to tease me if I was going to get off, and he knew it. I waited and waited, cycling through the vibe cycles. Sometimes he would press down on the edge and wiggle it against my clit - boosting my pleasure and making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, but he wouldn't touch me and that's what I really, deeply wanted.
The vibe felt good, and as the BF started to play with my breasts, almost massaging them, I started getting flashes of sensual massage, where the masseuse covers you in oil and massages your whole body and ends up focusing on massaging your 'yoni' until you get off. But I wanted HIS fingers down there, playing with me. Fingers are so incredibly sexy and I get off just thinking about fingers on me, in me. I started picture him massaging me that way, filling my pussy with two fingers while he massaged my clit with this vibe where it was just enough to keep me on edge without spilling over into orgasm.
Suddenly, his fingers are in my entrance, rapidly moving back and forth and I can hear my lips and wetness moving so fast against his fingers. I explode in orgasm almost instantly, and keep riding the waves as pleasure as he keeps going, and I'm hit with orgasm number two almost as soon as the first is done. I remove the vibe, and the BF pulls away his fingers, and I rest my head against him.
We cuddle some more. I like to hold/be held after a good clit orgasm, and he happily obliges me for a few minutes. Or twenty, I'm not sure. I do know almost an hour and a half has passed since we first woke up. He wants to start the day and after all this cuddling I'm ready. As I go to get out of bed, I am on my stomach and I push my ass up in the air to really make it big for him. His reaction was beyond perfect: "OOooooh! You can't do that!!! You're so so naughty!" but as he says this, he's biting his lip and scooting over to my side of the bed. I play innocent.
"Do what? This?" And I stick it back up for him.
"No, you can't do that. You'll get me horny again." This doesn't sound bad to me, and I have a feeling he's already there. He's now sitting cross-legged next to me, I sit up and look at him.
"Now what?" I ask. I look at his dick which is sitting on his foot. Its not hard.
"Now I'm horny again. You're too sexy." And he starts jacking off his dick. I lay back down on my stomach, and push my ass into the air for him again. He reaches out with his free hand and starts rubbing it, one cheek than the other. He's playing with that fleshy part where it meats my thighs and making it jiggle in his fingers. "Ohh baby I love your ass!" he semi-whispers to me. Now I'm flexing my butt up and down, then wiggling my butt, flexing it up and down as he's watching it move for him. I can hear his hand speeding along on his dick.
I flex my legs and pull my feet up, soles near his face. He takes them and starts kissing them to his face. I start flexing and pointing them and he's gasping at the sight of them. He's running his fingers in the gaps when I flex and then kissing them scrunched together. I keep doing this, but then I start scrunching them fully on his face. I can't see what I'm doing, but it feels like I'm doing it on his mouth/chin area and then I feel his tongue darting in, licking at my toes so I know I've hit the spot. His groans are getting louder and there's nothing in the world but a mix of toes and lips and tongue for both of us. I hear him start to cum, the moans getting louder and longer with a final flurry of jacking off movements. I let my feet drop, sit up, and kiss him. We tell each other "I love you" and head off to face the day.
If you haven't read part one, you can catch up here.
We are cuddling, laying facing the foot of the bed with our feet on the pillows, collapsed in a pile together from sex. I don't remember what we talked about. I know he wanted to get me out of bed to start the day, but I was feeling lazy. And still a little horny... I wanted to play with the bullet vibe on my clit.
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| Pandora vibe - from Babeland |
It doesn't replace the bullet vibe, but it was OK. If anything, the 7 different vibration options offered some good sensations. What was the hardest for me was trying to figure out what was comfortable - this toy has an odd shape to it (it wasn't made for a clit, after all!) but once I curved it around my clit, I found some very satisfying vibrations. The BF could tell it wasn't giving me quite the vibrations that I wanted, so he started running his hands up and down my body, from breasts or neck to hips, pussy, or thighs depending on his route of choice. Occasionally he would stop and brush my nipples or give them a tweak, but what really got me going (and does get me going every time) is his fingers brushing the outside of my pussy lips or my hand that is on my clit - its the biggest tease he can ever do and it drives me fucking wild with desire and pleasure. After driving me crazy for a bit, he ignored my pussy, making it worse for me. Now I needed his hand to tease me if I was going to get off, and he knew it. I waited and waited, cycling through the vibe cycles. Sometimes he would press down on the edge and wiggle it against my clit - boosting my pleasure and making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, but he wouldn't touch me and that's what I really, deeply wanted.
The vibe felt good, and as the BF started to play with my breasts, almost massaging them, I started getting flashes of sensual massage, where the masseuse covers you in oil and massages your whole body and ends up focusing on massaging your 'yoni' until you get off. But I wanted HIS fingers down there, playing with me. Fingers are so incredibly sexy and I get off just thinking about fingers on me, in me. I started picture him massaging me that way, filling my pussy with two fingers while he massaged my clit with this vibe where it was just enough to keep me on edge without spilling over into orgasm.
Suddenly, his fingers are in my entrance, rapidly moving back and forth and I can hear my lips and wetness moving so fast against his fingers. I explode in orgasm almost instantly, and keep riding the waves as pleasure as he keeps going, and I'm hit with orgasm number two almost as soon as the first is done. I remove the vibe, and the BF pulls away his fingers, and I rest my head against him.
We cuddle some more. I like to hold/be held after a good clit orgasm, and he happily obliges me for a few minutes. Or twenty, I'm not sure. I do know almost an hour and a half has passed since we first woke up. He wants to start the day and after all this cuddling I'm ready. As I go to get out of bed, I am on my stomach and I push my ass up in the air to really make it big for him. His reaction was beyond perfect: "OOooooh! You can't do that!!! You're so so naughty!" but as he says this, he's biting his lip and scooting over to my side of the bed. I play innocent.
"Do what? This?" And I stick it back up for him.
"No, you can't do that. You'll get me horny again." This doesn't sound bad to me, and I have a feeling he's already there. He's now sitting cross-legged next to me, I sit up and look at him.
"Now what?" I ask. I look at his dick which is sitting on his foot. Its not hard.
"Now I'm horny again. You're too sexy." And he starts jacking off his dick. I lay back down on my stomach, and push my ass into the air for him again. He reaches out with his free hand and starts rubbing it, one cheek than the other. He's playing with that fleshy part where it meats my thighs and making it jiggle in his fingers. "Ohh baby I love your ass!" he semi-whispers to me. Now I'm flexing my butt up and down, then wiggling my butt, flexing it up and down as he's watching it move for him. I can hear his hand speeding along on his dick.
I flex my legs and pull my feet up, soles near his face. He takes them and starts kissing them to his face. I start flexing and pointing them and he's gasping at the sight of them. He's running his fingers in the gaps when I flex and then kissing them scrunched together. I keep doing this, but then I start scrunching them fully on his face. I can't see what I'm doing, but it feels like I'm doing it on his mouth/chin area and then I feel his tongue darting in, licking at my toes so I know I've hit the spot. His groans are getting louder and there's nothing in the world but a mix of toes and lips and tongue for both of us. I hear him start to cum, the moans getting louder and longer with a final flurry of jacking off movements. I let my feet drop, sit up, and kiss him. We tell each other "I love you" and head off to face the day.
Sunday morning ritual and a bit more Pt1
Part 1
This morning began as most Sunday mornings do for us. He kissed me awake before I wanted to be awake, but his hornyness and desire for sex NOW is pretty contagious. It also helps that after he kissed me awake and called me beautiful, he reached down and started running his fingers along my pussy lips. I spread my legs for him and his fingers started massaging my clit, which was still a little sensitive from yesterday's activities (and the day before, I think). His fingers didn't stay long on my clit, but soon traveled down to my pussy and then my vagina entrance where he probed a fingertip or two and playfully teased me for being so wet. "What are you all wet for, slut?" I could only giggle at him. I'm always wet for him.
He was hard and ready for him - this is why he woke me up in the first place - so he got on top and with one smooth movement pushed in. I sighed my contentment of feeling him in me for the first time today. "Ohh you like it when I slide right in like that don't you?" he teased me again. In response I kissed his lips and slightly nodded my head. He shifts his pelvis so its more on me than in-between me, and this is how he's pretty much guaranteed to make me cum... and only a few thrusts into it I feel an orgasm climbing in me so I'm voicing my encouragement. "Yes oh yes right there!" so he keeps at it so I can orgasm right on his dick and buck into his hips as I'm cumming.
He barely slows down. He reached down to grab my thigh, then his hand moved to my ass check. He loves to grab it and hold on while he's thrusting in me. This morning he couldn't stick to one side, but kept alternating. To make it easier to grab, I shift my pelvis up so my legs were straight up in the air. He decided to take advantage of the angle.
He shifted up so he was kneeling in front of me, and reached for my left foot. He always goes left foot first when he's going to suck on my toes. He started kissing my toes and sucking on them, but then wait straight to the bottom of my heel and licked from heel to toe a couple of times. This turns him on so, so much that it turns me on - plus having your feet worshiped is pretty fucking sexy. This whole time he's been thrusting slower than he normally would since his attention is just focused on my feet. With my right foot I rub his chest lightly, and this pulls him out of his focus on my left foot.
He grabs both my feet, one in each hand, pushes my legs back, and starts thrusting like there's no tomorrow... his hands move down my legs to my thighs and I see him watching his dick pull in and out so rapidly out of my pussy. I'm jealous that I can't see what that looks like, but I can imagine how freaking hot it is. And then he starts going faster, and he's leaning back slightly so the sound of his body hitting mine is making this incredibly sexy slapping noise, STHLAP STHLAP STHALP. Normally we don't get this noise because he's leaning into me, but now we're both enjoying it and he adjusts to harder to make the noise louder - its the loudest thing in the room, even louder than my moans of enjoyment of him fucking me faster than he ever has in this position. And it keeps going, longer and more wonderful than I thought he could take.
And then he stops. He slows down to almost no movement and lays down on me again, kissing my neck. I think he must be on the edge, I was sure he was about to cum. But he doesn't. He's going so slowly I'm wondering what the plan is here, because it feels pretty fucking fantastic and I can feel another orgasm building for me. He whispers in my ear, "I think its time for you to get on top." I look at him in surprise. "Yeah, and will you do it in reverse so I can watch your ass this time?" Of course I will - because he loves my ass. Touching, watching, feeling, all of it. But before he lets me up, he gives me a couple of very deep, very fast thrusts that make me almost lose my breath. "Fuck me good, baby." Oh, how can I not?
So he lays down and I try to arrange myself for reverse cowgirl. I'm not sure what my issue is with this position, but I always start sitting up too high on him so I can't keep his dick in me well enough... so after 5 adjustments of scooting down, I'm finally positioned where I can ride his dick... and I start out by sitting straight up and grinding against his body. His hands are wandering all around my butt, feeling and exploring. After a while I shift down and start bouncing my ass just slightly on him. He loves to see my ass jiggle. And I can tell by his moan and the way he's grabbing at it. I start fucking him now and he reaches down for my foot and starts rubbing it, almost as if he's giving me a foot massage.
But now he wants more, so he gets up and starts fucking me doggy style. He's doing a kneeling "Captain Morgan" pose while fucking me, and spreading my ass with one of his hands. His dick is filling me up and the thrusts are deep and constant. I point my toes up toward him so I'm on elbows and knees only. He sees my feet and lightly rubs then, then holds my left ankle with one hand and starts tickling my foot with his left.
This is an entirely new experience for me. I've read about foot fetish including tickling during sex, but he's never done that before. I always thought it would be too distracting - I am a wiggler, after all. But no, somehow my brain made the tickling incredibly erotic and it made my pussy explode with pleasure. I started crying out from the pleasure, I was barely registering the tickling. When I did, I did wiggle but I wasn't in much of a position to get away - he had my foot, I'm balancing on my knees and elbows after all. He kept tickling and I kept moaning for more... and finally he came in a good, long orgasm where he dropped my feet and pulled himself over me to kiss my shoulder and push into me a few last times as far and deep as he could go.
This morning began as most Sunday mornings do for us. He kissed me awake before I wanted to be awake, but his hornyness and desire for sex NOW is pretty contagious. It also helps that after he kissed me awake and called me beautiful, he reached down and started running his fingers along my pussy lips. I spread my legs for him and his fingers started massaging my clit, which was still a little sensitive from yesterday's activities (and the day before, I think). His fingers didn't stay long on my clit, but soon traveled down to my pussy and then my vagina entrance where he probed a fingertip or two and playfully teased me for being so wet. "What are you all wet for, slut?" I could only giggle at him. I'm always wet for him.
He was hard and ready for him - this is why he woke me up in the first place - so he got on top and with one smooth movement pushed in. I sighed my contentment of feeling him in me for the first time today. "Ohh you like it when I slide right in like that don't you?" he teased me again. In response I kissed his lips and slightly nodded my head. He shifts his pelvis so its more on me than in-between me, and this is how he's pretty much guaranteed to make me cum... and only a few thrusts into it I feel an orgasm climbing in me so I'm voicing my encouragement. "Yes oh yes right there!" so he keeps at it so I can orgasm right on his dick and buck into his hips as I'm cumming.
He barely slows down. He reached down to grab my thigh, then his hand moved to my ass check. He loves to grab it and hold on while he's thrusting in me. This morning he couldn't stick to one side, but kept alternating. To make it easier to grab, I shift my pelvis up so my legs were straight up in the air. He decided to take advantage of the angle.
He shifted up so he was kneeling in front of me, and reached for my left foot. He always goes left foot first when he's going to suck on my toes. He started kissing my toes and sucking on them, but then wait straight to the bottom of my heel and licked from heel to toe a couple of times. This turns him on so, so much that it turns me on - plus having your feet worshiped is pretty fucking sexy. This whole time he's been thrusting slower than he normally would since his attention is just focused on my feet. With my right foot I rub his chest lightly, and this pulls him out of his focus on my left foot.
He grabs both my feet, one in each hand, pushes my legs back, and starts thrusting like there's no tomorrow... his hands move down my legs to my thighs and I see him watching his dick pull in and out so rapidly out of my pussy. I'm jealous that I can't see what that looks like, but I can imagine how freaking hot it is. And then he starts going faster, and he's leaning back slightly so the sound of his body hitting mine is making this incredibly sexy slapping noise, STHLAP STHLAP STHALP. Normally we don't get this noise because he's leaning into me, but now we're both enjoying it and he adjusts to harder to make the noise louder - its the loudest thing in the room, even louder than my moans of enjoyment of him fucking me faster than he ever has in this position. And it keeps going, longer and more wonderful than I thought he could take.
And then he stops. He slows down to almost no movement and lays down on me again, kissing my neck. I think he must be on the edge, I was sure he was about to cum. But he doesn't. He's going so slowly I'm wondering what the plan is here, because it feels pretty fucking fantastic and I can feel another orgasm building for me. He whispers in my ear, "I think its time for you to get on top." I look at him in surprise. "Yeah, and will you do it in reverse so I can watch your ass this time?" Of course I will - because he loves my ass. Touching, watching, feeling, all of it. But before he lets me up, he gives me a couple of very deep, very fast thrusts that make me almost lose my breath. "Fuck me good, baby." Oh, how can I not?
So he lays down and I try to arrange myself for reverse cowgirl. I'm not sure what my issue is with this position, but I always start sitting up too high on him so I can't keep his dick in me well enough... so after 5 adjustments of scooting down, I'm finally positioned where I can ride his dick... and I start out by sitting straight up and grinding against his body. His hands are wandering all around my butt, feeling and exploring. After a while I shift down and start bouncing my ass just slightly on him. He loves to see my ass jiggle. And I can tell by his moan and the way he's grabbing at it. I start fucking him now and he reaches down for my foot and starts rubbing it, almost as if he's giving me a foot massage.
But now he wants more, so he gets up and starts fucking me doggy style. He's doing a kneeling "Captain Morgan" pose while fucking me, and spreading my ass with one of his hands. His dick is filling me up and the thrusts are deep and constant. I point my toes up toward him so I'm on elbows and knees only. He sees my feet and lightly rubs then, then holds my left ankle with one hand and starts tickling my foot with his left.
This is an entirely new experience for me. I've read about foot fetish including tickling during sex, but he's never done that before. I always thought it would be too distracting - I am a wiggler, after all. But no, somehow my brain made the tickling incredibly erotic and it made my pussy explode with pleasure. I started crying out from the pleasure, I was barely registering the tickling. When I did, I did wiggle but I wasn't in much of a position to get away - he had my foot, I'm balancing on my knees and elbows after all. He kept tickling and I kept moaning for more... and finally he came in a good, long orgasm where he dropped my feet and pulled himself over me to kiss my shoulder and push into me a few last times as far and deep as he could go.
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