Part of me really hopes this photograph is what the tumblr community calls “amateur” and not part of a porn shoot because oh my God.
cunnilingus
“I think Pretty wants her pussy eaten now.”
The difficult part about punishing Switch is that he’s usually really into whatever the punishment is. The boy is crazy about eating pussy, so it’s not really that much of a disciplinary tactic. It’s the same problem I have. Punishments are easily just mean rewards.
He tugged my shorts down and went for my panties next. When his fingers looped under the waist, I had a thought and slapped his hands away. “No, I don’t think you’ve earned that.” I spread my legs over his shoulders, “over the panties. Bad boys don’t get Pretty’s pussy.”
Resigned, he licked through the lace with this terribly earnest expression on his face. He wanted to be good for me. And, usually being a submissive myself, I could understand completely what he was going through and appreciate it.
“Okay, fine, you win,” I muttered after a few minutes and pulled my panties aside.
I guess I’m just a little bit of a pushover.
“Woah,” Switch murmured one time after eating my pussy. I had dominated him and made him go down on me for quite a while. The look on his face made him seem like he’d been through a deluge. “I really got into that. Like woah.”
I smiled and laid back. “That’s because Pretty’s pussy is magical.”
“Clearly,” he chuckled, “I used to doubt, but now I believe.”
Meet Switch, Part Six
Eventually, he let me get off again and allowed me to go put a t-shirt on to get my composure back and use the bathroom. While washing my hands, I managed to get a look at myself in the mirror. The rain had soaked my hair and it had tried naturally, in these big, thick waves and curls. I normally straighten my hair or at least dry it straight. With my hair tousled this way, gosh, I don’t know, I felt like I was in rare form. I looked feral.
I decided I wanted to top him.
I walked back into his bedroom and he smiled and went to say something, but I cut him off. “Why the hell are you still wearing clothes?” I was nervous to do this. I’d never really done it before. He raised his hands to unbutton his shirt and I shook my head. “Did I say you could take them off? Lie down.” I pointed to the bed.
He got onto the bed and I climbed on after him. I had no idea what I was doing and I suppose he noticed, because he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his face. It was the first time I’d ever sat on anyone’s face before, I’d always taken cunnilingus lying down. The position seemed to motivate me to keep at attempting to dom him.
I picked up tricks fast: breathplay through cutting off his mouth and nose with my body, teasing my lips over his mouth, pulling his hair to egg him on. I kept it up for a while, telling him he was a good boy and somehow getting used to the sound of myself saying that, even when it sounded incredibly foreign the first time it left my mouth. I slapped his hands away when he reached up to touch my breasts.
“Did I tell you that you could do that?” I reached down and buried his face in my cunt. I could barely recognize myself.
Meet Switch, Part Two
Switch’s natural submissiveness seemed to complement his dominating me very well. He knew what worked. He knew how to tease and how to make me beg and how far to take it. And it really seemed to shine through when one of the first things he really wanted to do was eat my pussy.
And yet there was still a sense of control even in the generosity of the act. He yanked my skirt off and then my panties with an eager roughness. He teased around it for a while, licking and biting my thighs, kissing over the lips. I shook against his face, I whimpered softly when he breathed across my lips, I whined whenever he would get close to my cunt, only to move back away again. The blindfold only heightened the sensations as I begged for him to lick my pussy.
It had started pouring when we left for the night and now the only sounds in the room were my moaning and the rain. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally leaned in and let one long, slow lick trail over my slit. My body lurched against him a bit and I let out a sigh of relief. He could barely stifle a chuckle and I started to laugh a bit as well, knocking the side of his head playfully with my leg to tell him to keep going.
He ate me zealously and refused to stop until I came not once, but twice and was reduced to a gasping, trembling mess underneath him. I barely registered it when he untied my wrists, pulled the blindfold off, and yanked me across his lap.
There’s something impossibly romantic about this.
So, I’ve got a pet peeve against men who say they get nothing out of cunnilingus.
If that’s your opinion, then I suppose you don’t mind if I don’t give you blowjobs since I, according to your logical progression, get nothing out of that. What? That’s not right? You want your beejs?
Well.
First of all, men who don’t get anything out of cunnilingus aren’t doing it right. Because you’re totally in control of the pleasure she’s receiving. All those little moans and squeaks and gasps she’s making are because of you. And when, or if, she orgasms is entirely up to you. Her experience is yours to dole out.
Second, it’s just something nice to do for someone you care about. It shows they matter. It shows that them having a lovely experience matters to you. And that causes a lovely little feedback loop in which you benefit from her realization that you care about her enjoying herself.
So, yeah, you can get stuff out of cunnilingus. So either quit your yapping or stop asking for head.
Best,
Ivy
Since it’s my birthday and I get whatever I want because I’m the birthday bitch, I want this.
Kay?
I just cannot explain how badly I need this right now. Just gently, softly, something to relax with. Just look at that smile on her face. Zen, nirvana, what have you.
Sorry, we haven’t trained her not to bite yet.