Best. Fucking. Command.
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It’s that kind of love.
Don’t you go and underestimate tenderness.
“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.”
Sometimes I’m so hungry for you that everything else feels incidental.
Actual thing I’ve said to Pup: “Gonna give my pussy a rugburn on your beard later.”
The vibe of this gifset though. I kink damn hard on this sort of intimacy.
I’ve got this new kink for that thing when Pup fucks me while I’m still wet from someone else fucking me. Ever since that night we fucked right after I had sex with Rex for the first time, it’s something I’ve really, really enjoyed.
After Leo left the other day, Pup and I lazed around in bed for a while. He was a little hungover from the night before and I was about ready for a nap, but our fingers defied our bodies’ otherwise insistent exhaustion. I backed up against him and we egged each other on with furtive brushes of fingertips. Before I knew it, he was asking to enter me and I obliged, my pussy wet and ready from his touch and, more likely by how easily he slipped in, from Leo as well.
It made me feel like a sex toy, almost, the fact that my body had yielded so easily to him, the fact that I’d taken someone else not long before. I told him so and he chuckled. “You are, then,” he said as he fucked me in sharp, urgent thrusts. “That’s exactly what you are.”
I felt myself climbing towards orgasm and his hand clamped onto my shoulder, as though to steer me away. “Don’t you cum now,” he murmured against my neck. “Hold back, baby.”
For a bit, I succeeded. Until he reached down between my legs and I felt the muscles in my thighs quake as he stroked my clit. “No,” I protested, my words choked by a gasp. “Why would you…”
Even though he was behind me, I could hear the smirk in his voice. “I want to,” he replied. “So keep holding it.”
I have a date tonight with this girl I’ve gone out with a few times over the past few weeks.
It’s been an interesting transition in the sense that I’ve known her since I first joined the scene in this city, and we’ve been kind of passing acquaintances for a while. We’ve talked at parties about mutual interests and mutual friends. Before going on dates with her, I knew she was a domme. But in January she asked me out – well, she did earlier than that, and I didn’t realize she was asking me out because I’m that awkward – and we’ve been having these weirdly chaste dates.
Which is fine. I haven’t been out wth a girl since like…2014? 2015? Too long.
“I know you’re probably like what’s this girl’s deal,” I said to her on our last date. “Considering you watched me go fuck someone at a party that I’d known for all of twelve minutes.” (I know I know I have to finish the other story with Rex BEAR WITH ME.)
Of course, I’m not obligated to put out. It was a joke. But she made me blush with her response nonetheless. “It’s fine. I can be a gentleman with you.”
That kind of bending of otherwise gendered language – calling people who identify as women Daddy, calling them gentlemen – really gets me, apparently.
So, I’m going over to her place tonight. And I’m super nervous but also pretty excited.
“You know you look like you’re going to cry when you’re about to cum,” Leo told me after we’d had sex Saturday night. “I always think that with you. It’s your tell.”
I’ve been seeing Leo – that guy Pup and I had that incredible threesome with over the summer – since right after the election. (Call it a means of coping?)
I like him a lot. We have good chemistry. He’s covered in tattoos but he can pull off a suit. He’s got a serious grown-up job in a field that he’s been in for ten years but has one of those mountain man beards. I like people who can occupy dualities like that.
Our date on Saturday was a little bizarre. He’d called my bluff about saying I’d be a good workout buddy, so Saturday afternoon found me in Pup’s car, getting dropped off at Leo’s gym with my overnight bag. We worked out together, showered, and went out for pizza and beer. Maybe that’s counter-intuitive to the workout, but whatever.
After an attempt to incredibly belatedly catch up on House of Cards was cut short by us just making out on his couch, we ended up in bed. I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties with the intention of sleeping in them after, lying between his legs, my back against his chest and stomach. Leo had one arm around my waist, the other draped across my torso. He’d recently got one of those handheld, cordless hitachis and was teasing me with it, intermittently turning it up a little too high to have a laugh when I whined and tried to squirm away from it.
He slid out from under me to slip his fingers inside me, easing more in before sliding them out to replace them with his cock. He’d made a comment earlier in the week that he might be too exhausted from his week to have sex when we got together. And, naturally, I gave him hell for it as he pulled my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders. I liked the way my bare skin looked against Leo’s, his chestpiece framed by my thighs. His skin darker, inked.
“I knew you were going to fuck me tonight,” I taunted. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”
“You’re such a brat, Ivy,” he murmured.
“I know,” I replied between moans. “What are you going to do about it?”
Leo reached over and grabbed the hitachi, setting it back on my clit as his thrusts grew more vigorous. My shoulder slapped against his headboard. My body shook. I came. Then came again.