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Valentine, Part Two

At first, I found myself thrusting back against the glass dildo, trying to fuck it myself. It felt good: smooth and with a nice heft to it. But eventually Saltine had picked up a pace of fucking me with it that was just overwhelming. They were shoving it deeper and deeper as well, and as a result I found myself trying to wriggle away. But that just pushed Pup’s cock further down my throat.

I was in the predicament of either deep-throating Pup or taking the glass dildo deeper. Except, for every time I backed onto the dildo, Pup would move in closer to close the gap. And for every time I wriggled away from the dildo and took more of Pup into my mouth, Saltine would just shove the dildo deeper. Soon, I was gagging on Pup’s cock and basically impaled on the dildo. Saltine had slowed the thrusts down a bit, instead going for long, slow strokes.

“Aww, too much?” Pup chuckled and patted my cheek. I twisted away from him and wiped some drool off of my chin.

Saltine grabbed my hair and pushed my face against Pup’s cock. His shaft trailed along my cheekbone before Saltine pulled my head back. “Open up. Suck his cock.”

I tried, but after a minute or so I twisted away again. It was hard to focus on sucking Pup off when Saltine was still fucking me with the dildo. I could feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. “I can’t. It’s too much. Please.”

Saltine pulled the dildo all the way out of me and climbed off the bed. “Take her pussy. I need some water.”

Pup climbed onto the bed, pulling me down onto my side in front of him so that we were spooning. He lifted up my leg and slipped into my pussy. “Is that better, baby?” He whispered in my ear, “is that what you want?”

Valentine, Part One

Saltine bought a really pretty pink glass dildo and named it Valentine. It had a long handle that could also be turned around and inserted. The main end was spiraled and tapered, such that it got thinner towards the end and thicker towards the handle, with grooves that essentially ribbed it.

It was early February. I was in bed with Pup and Saltine. We’d slept in, it was a Sunday morning and they’d spent the night. I was sucking Pup’s cock when Saltine got the dildo out and said they wanted to try fucking me with it.

“It’s too big,” I said.

Saltine laughed. “Just be glad I didn’t stick it in the freezer.”

Pup pushed my head back down on his cock. One of Saltine’s hands moved between my legs and their fingers found my clit and rubbed it. They teased the tip of Valentine over my slit.

“Come on,” Saltine murmured. “Get it wet.”

Good luck getting me away from a bowl of spaghetti, honestly.

When you wake up and just like have really good sex. That’s definitely a thing.

I fantasize a lot about just being left somewhere to be used. Like, chained to a wall or tied to a bed, and just left there to wait until someone was ready to pleasure themselves with me. Except, in practice, I know I get pretty bored pretty fast just being made to wait. Anticipation doesn’t do all that much for me unless there’s some sense of activeness to it – being blindfolded, being in predicament bondage, etc – and otherwise I just want the action to start up already. But, in fantasies, at least, I like imagining just being a little fixture, made to wait.

I’ve seen a couple of people I’m friends with lately posting on FetLife looking for people to gangbang them (tis the season?) and I’ve been so tempted to ask around myself. Except I am entirely too shy to be like, “beloved penises in my life, please come and overwhelm me.”

But, I would really want Sir to be present for it so I felt safe and because he’d be in charge of me in a really hot way in that context. For now, unfortunately, it’ll just be relegated to fantasy.

A week or two ago I was talking to Pup about it and he was like, “well, okay, go find three other dicks. Right? You want like four people?”

I hid my face in my hands. “Maybe a little more?”

“Like seven?”

I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow. “Like ten, twenty.”

This is like the ultimate challenge for me. I’m an absolutely horrible multi-tasker. So when it comes to this, I just utterly fail at it because I can’t focus at all.

Can I propose the term “poly eclipse?"

As in, when you and your primary both have a date planned for about the same time on the same day?

Somebody high five me.

There’s something about being told that good girls share, and then not getting any at all.

I hate sounding like a unicorn-hunter because I know firsthand that whole practice can be so problematic but gah what do I have to do to have one evening or a whole series of evenings or an ongoing dynamic like this with Sir and another girl?

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