Yesterday, he grabbed me a little like this and dipped me down so my head hung over the side of the bed.
I rubbed my clit while I licked and sucked his cock, letting him thrust and fuck my face as I did. He shoved so deep into my throat that his scrotum blocked my nostrils, completely cutting off my breath. When he pulled back, I coughed and sucked in air hungrily.
But I still let him keep doing it over and over.
Craftsmate taught me how much better non-tumblr gifs are.
You know, through example.
Hehehe.
Reason #4 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
That hand-hold.
Nuff said.
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
(Here we are meow, entertain us.)
“People who are harder to love pose a challenge, and the challenge makes them easier to love. You’re driven to love them. People who want their love easy don’t really want love.” – Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers.
Cam Damage and BC
I like the idea that he could finish up, zip up his pants, straighten out his suit and then just leave her there at the hotel, tied to the bed, while he heads back to work.
I came five times this afternoon.
The first was while Craftsmate was fucking me from behind, his fingers looped into my hair. My face was pushed into the pillow and my ass was tilted up into the air.
The second, third, fourth and fifth were in fairly rapid succession. After he had finished on my back and rubbed it in, Craftsmate laid down next to me. I rolled over and he shoved his fingers into my cunt, rubbing my clit hard with his thumb while he fingered my gspot.
It’s the fastest way to make me cum. He knows it. So he managed to wrench another four out me while I whined and squirmed and gasped and begged. He held me down with his free hand, teasing me about how wet I was as the time between each orgasm shortened and I was barely recovering from the fourth when the fifth hit.
When he drew his fingers out of my cunt and made me lick them, he had me curl up in his arms. Apparently, I fell right asleep, completely worn out.
Full Service, Part Eight
We were curled up together in bed afterwards. Craftsmate had untied me and my head was kind of spinning. I had kind of fallen back into subspace during sex once more, especially when he pulled out and made me cum by grinding his thumb really hard into my g-spot. He knows I like the tension between things hurting and feeling pleasurable, such as getting overstimulated by a vibrator or getting spanked on my cunt.
But, anyway, I was a little hazy. The inside of my mouth tasted like condom and cum and I wanted to close my eyes for a bit.
Craftsmate reached over and pinched my nipples between his fingers. “You know, if I ever collar you and own you,” he said, pinching a little harder, “I would pierce these with little rings.”
“We’ll talk about it, Sir,” I replied.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Of course. I’d never make you. But maybe one day.” He released my nipples. “Anyway, you were a very good girl today.”
Swelling with pride, I let my eyes close and curled up in his arms.
Full Service, Part One
Submitting out of the bedroom didn’t begin on the strongest note: I was late to meet Craftsmate’s train. However, he was understanding and we greeted each other warmly.
Gently, he took hold of my face and asked me if I knew what to call him today.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly and he grinned, pushing my hair from my face before reaching for my hand.
I was careful to walk a step behind him as we continued down the street. It was a gesture that he had expressed to me in the past was something he enjoyed. When he informed me that he had noticed, I was surprised at how proud I felt.
He waited until we were in relative privacy to check the second stipulation of how I was going to greet him today: that I would be plugged. Once he was sure the street was empty, he stopped me firmly before reaching down and pushing firmly against the handle of the plug through my jeans. With a smile, he took a moment to grope my ass before motioning for me to continue walking.
Usually, I tend to take charge when we’re going around my town. It’s my stomping ground, after all. And so it was an interesting exercise to allow him to lead, to gently prod him along by saying “it’s that way, Sir” without merely taking charge and directing him myself.
While we were on the way to get something to eat, we were walking in the street next to a narrow stretch of curb about a foot wide. Without saying anything, he took hold of my shoulders and gently guided me over to walk up on the curb and out of the road. There was something so possessive and sweet about it.
At lunch, I poured out his soy sauce for him when I saw the sushi was about to arrive at our table, making sure to serve him before myself. We’re usually pretty “to each his/her own” about this sort of stuff, so I found I had to make a conscious effort to remember to be of service to him.
And, believe it or not, I kind of liked it.
Craftsmate is coming to visit today.
We made a little arrangement that after I’ve kissed him “hello,” we’re going to try to have the dynamic going full-on today. Taking our dynamic out of the bedroom is something we’ve discussed wanting to do and so we’re giving it a try for the day.
I’m a little nervous, but pretty excited. Wish me luck!