“What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately.” – John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent.
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You’re my ~ Beautiful Bookworm ~
A sweet/scary thing is that Pup and I have been talking about moving in together.
We realized in the time we’ve been dating, we’ve only taken showers together. And so one of those silly little things we’ve got in the back of our heads when we get around to looking for a place is that a tub would be really, really nice.
I’ll admit that a lot of my fantasies revolve around me receiving a lot of attention.
So on Valentine’s Day this year, in addition to taking pictures, Pup tied me up and taped my knockoff hitachi to my stomach so the head was resting on my clit. Then he left me like that a little bit, and then fucked me with the vibrator still buzzing on my clit.
I came so many times I couldn’t talk for a second. So that’s a thing.
The waiting is always the worst of it.
Valentine, Part Four
(Disclaimer: I play with a safe word. Everything in this was consensual, and I could have stopped it any time if I didn’t feel safe or comfortable.)
I squirmed around on the bed, trying to get out from under Pup. He held me down by my hair, with an arm across my back, with his weight laid into me. Saltine got back onto the bed and sat down behind me. They traced the length of the dildo over my slit.
“Please, it’s so cold.” I tried to wriggle away. The dildo was so cold it stung. Pup pulled my head into his lap and pinned my arms up on my back. “Please, please, you said you wouldn’t.”
Saltine dipped the dildo briefly into my cunt and I cried out. “Come on, get it warm,” they whispered. “It’ll hurt less if you get it warm.” At first, I started thrusting back onto it every so often to warm it up, wincing and squirming in Pup’s arms. But eventually it felt better, even a little soothing, and I heard Saltine laughing. “You know I’m not even moving it anymore. Looks like somebody likes it.”
I realized I was fucking the dildo myself and blushed, hiding my face in Pup’s lap. I fucked myself to orgasm on the dildo, but when I tried to wriggle off, Pup pushed me back down.
“I didn’t say I was done with you,” Saltine said. They fucked me hard with the dildo, practically wrenching another two orgasms in me while I squirmed and bucked around and begged them to stop. “No, I want one more,” Saltine replied.
I literally came while sobbing.
This is the only arrangement of a threesome that I have’t experienced (besides three men, but, well, I can’t experience that because of my gender identity beyond just observation) and the way I see it, it’s never too late to add a new resolution to the list.
Pup and I are headed to the first play-ish party I’ve been to since July. It’s at a friend’s house, which is definitely a more comfortable way to get back into this stuff than at a dungeon.
So wish me luck, buds!
Need one of these under-the-bed restraint sets like woah.