“I think I might’ve inhaled you,
I could feel you behind my eyes.”
fingers in mouth
“It isn’t that hard, boy, to like you or love you
I’d follow you down, down, down
You’re unbelievable
If you’re going crazy, just grab me and take me
I’d follow you down down down, anywhere, anywhere.”
You know how greedy I get.
No Good Thing, Part One
I first met Leo at a play party months ago, where he’d passed me a note asking if I wanted to go somewhere private. The party was slumber party themed – so, you know, spin-the-bottle, seven minutes in heaven, really cute stuff – and so the note-passing was so on-theme that it was adorable. We ended up playing around a little, and before Pup and I headed out, we exchanged numbers and planned to go out sometime.
We kept trying to make plans to meet up, but every time we attempted to, something inconvenient and crazy would come up. I mean super inconvenient and crazy. Like, one time I had to cancel our date to go to a funeral-level inconvenient and crazy. So by the time Friday rolled around and we met up for dinner, it had been a long time coming.
Not only that, but we’d made a little bit of a plan. But more on that later.
The last time I saw Leo, he was walking around in a pair of briefs. He was covered in tattoos. I guess we did stuf fa little backwards, because when he showed up straight from work, I almost didn’t recognise him in a suit. And, yeah, knowing what was going on underneath the suit (bod-wise and tattoo-wise) was pretty hot.
After dinner, we went back to my apartment. Leo started going down on me and when I pulled him up to kiss me, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want us to do tonight.”
I blushed and kissed him instead. Beside me on the bed, my phone started ringing.
“Do you want to be a really good girl for me?” he asked.
Valentine, Part Five
My pussy was impossibly swollen and sore after being fucked with the glass dildo that had been in the freezer. Somehow, it was both numb and tender. Pup and Saltine let me rest a bit while I was coming down from the orgasms and the adrenaline and the associated emotions that come from being railed by a freezing cold hunk of glass.
I was curled up on the bed, Pup smoothing my hair and Saltine rubbing my back. “That was a lot,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Aw,” Saltine kissed my shoulder blade. “Good a lot? Bad a lot?”
“A lot,” I replied. “I came a lot.”
After I’d finally called a safe word because I had cum so much it had started to hurt, Pup had let me cry on his lap and calm down. It wasn’t a bad cry or a bad pain, it was just intense. It was an intensity I’d really enjoyed – I still to this day touch myself remembering it – but it was still a whole lot. But I liked intense scenes like this, how brave and strong and sexy I felt when I handled them, how good it felt to be praised for managing it.
“Yeah,” Saltine said. “It was funny, you’d get off and whine about how hard I was fucking you and then just get off again a minute later.”
I rolled my eyes and nudged them, “yeah, yeah, I guess you know best.”
Saltine rolled me over and pulled my head up onto their chest. They kissed my forehead. I wanted to fall asleep there, even though it was morning. Somehow, I think Saltine told him to or just of his own volition, Pup got down between their legs, pushed the sheets aside, and started to eat them out.
Photo credit: elles par moi
“Hungry for something, baby?”
Guys Sir is coming this weekend and and and
I’ve got a very long trip ahead of me, but I get to see Sir at the end of it. Wish me luck, tumblr.
Leftovers, Part Seven
Sir walked me into another area, where a crowd had gathered around a suspended woman and the man that as presumably her partner. We watched, with Sir occasionally reaching down to pinch a nipple or squeeze my butt, as the man pushed a rather large ice dildo into the woman’s ass. I winced more than once.
By the time Sir let me out of the harness, I was subspaced from being in rope for so long and being so vulnerable around him and a bunch of strangers. He held me for a while and played with my hair. Aftercare is so, so important, and I am very fortunate that Sir is so good at it and so willing to provide all that I need.
He determined I was way too subspaced for the subway and ended up calling an uber. While the car navigating traffic, Sir pulled me close and let me nap on him.
That night, I fell asleep feeling safe.