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Impulse, Part Four

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The circle went around once more, drawing cards and taking dares. By the time it was my turn again, more people from the party had joined in. And while I recognised some familiar faces, the group was still predominantly strangers.

Still, I was feeling a lot braver than when I had arrived, spurred on by my own nerve in letting half the room spank me and willingness of the others in the group. So, I drew another one of the cards that prompted me to bottom, and felt myself immediately blushing as I looked it over.

“What’s it say?” the host asked.

I tried to say it, but I felt myself stammering. I passed it over to a friend nearby, and she read it aloud. Ever since I have gotten in touch with some of the more specific and risky things I’m into, I’ve felt like I’ve been driving with the parking break on whenever I thought of them. It’s beyond trepidation; it’s more the fear that others will recognise how much I enjoy it and think that I should be more reluctant, more afraid. Even in an environment where people emphasise consent so heavily. That. And, well, I’m shy.

So shy I’ve been having trouble writing it explicitly here.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” the host said. “You can absolutely pass.”

I’ve been fairly honest on this blog about the fact that I like to be overwhelmed. And the scenario of being blindfolded at a party and left for everyone to manhandle has been one that I’ve referenced time and time again. But I’ve never been brave enough to do it, let alone attempt to organise it, and now I had the opportunity. Among strangers and friends, with Pup nearby, I could do it.

“No, I, um, actually.” I felt myself smiling. “I really, really want to.”

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Impulse, Part Three

The instructions on the card that I picked read that I was to walk around the circle and ask everyone to slap my ass. Pretty please.

I feinted towards starting with Pup, who was sitting to my right, before turning and heading to the left. I turned and lifted my skirt, asking each participant to spank me. Even though I was at a sex party, I get into my head in this silly way where I think that if I show too much enthusiasm, people will think I’m strange. Yes, at a sex party. So I was keeping it kind of playful and reluctant, not wanting to show my hand.

When I reached the host of the party, I didn’t get the slap I expected. Instead, he folded his arms and smirked. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.” 

I felt a blush burn over my cheeks. I’d been friends with the host of this party since I got into the local kink scene. We met at the very first play party I went to, and he’s a profoundly sweet and kind person. Pup and I were at his wedding. He’s also 90% a sub. But he’s got this teensy, tiny little toppy streak that certain subs seem to have when they manage to channel all the cruelty and humiliation they crave and are used to receiving onto someone else.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me a bit closer. Even though he was sitting on the couch, I still felt small next to him. “Try again,” he said.

“Would you please slap my ass?” I scoffed and asked again. “Pretty please?” He nodded for me to keep going and I groaned. A few people in the circle were laughing. “Please, I really, really want you to spank me. I’d be so glad if you did.”

He delivered a sharp smack and sent me off around the circle. By the time I reached Pup, my rear was stinging. Azure had given me something on the gentler side, though I doubt that was the sole reason why Pup had doubled his efforts and hit me so hard that I visibly winced when I finally got to sit back down.

“Poor baby,” Pup teased. “But good thing I went last. Or people would’ve seen how hard they could have hit you.”

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Impulse, Part Two

The party was packed. And while there were some faces I had seen before, the vast majority of the people there were more or less strangers. Fortunately, since the party was held in the hosts’ home, the vibe was mostly pretty chill. There were some people hanging out and talking, as well as some very light play going on. 

But the vast majority of the people at the party were engaged in a few games set up. With so many people there, I felt more comfortable getting involved than I would if it were a smaller group. Wanting to be brave, I urged Pup to go over to where Azure already was and take part in her activity, which was more or less a game of strip Jenga. 

I walked into another area on my own, where a group of people maybe ten in size was playing a game with a few sets of cards. The game had been made by one of the guests, and the cards ranged from mild suggestions, the yellow cards, through adventurous, top, bottom, and all the way up to the dares, the pink cards. “So, just straight up,” a guy who I’d seen at one of these parties before explained when I sat down to join them, “those cards are basically the fucking cards. Like they’re just legit sex.”

“Good to know,” I replied, and stuck to picking cards in the milder category. It had been a long time since I had been to one of these parties, and I wasn’t feeling entirely comfortable with such a new group. The tone itself was still pretty mild anyway, and even when people took more daring cards, they avoided to pink ones altogether.

By the time Pup and Azure came over to join in our game, I’d kissed a very cute girl and allowed someone to give me a massage. But wanting to be brave now that Pup was there, I reached for the cards labelled “bottom” and drew the top one. 

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Impulse, Part One

A few Fridays ago, Pup and I were invited by a couple we’re pretty good friends with to a sex/play party held a little ways from our place. I hadn’t been to one of these in quite a long while, and the entire week leading up it I was incredibly nervous at the prospect of going. 

The day of the party, my jitters peaked and everything seemed to be going wrong. A meeting I was supposed to have that day ran over by an hour and a half, so I was running severely late. While getting ready, I managed to break a light in our bathroom. Somehow, Pup and I had accidentally assumed we’d both be wearing this one flannel that’s been sitting around our closet. 

Yeah, a flannel. The theme of the party was camping/the woods. He was going as a lumberjack, so the flannel worked best for him. I think honestly my outfit looked more like some kind of 90s grunge kid from Seattle. Lace bralette with a different oversized flannel opened up on top, a short skirt, thigh-high socks and knee high boots. But, whatever, as we both remarked, “we’re probably going to be wearing this crap for all of ten minutes.”

Even though I looked good, I was anxious and a little lazy and exhausted by the day. “You’re going to have a partner there,” I lamented to Pup, referring to Azure, a girl he’s been seeing since the spring. I like her, though she’s pretty quiet and has a really unbearable husband (MORE ON THAT LATER) that I really didn’t want to end up cornered by at this party, as he had done in the past. “I’m worried I’m going to be stuck awkwardly in the corner and you’re going to have to feel bad and keep me company.”

We’d invited Leo, but he had family visiting. Though I had some friends who would be there, I was genuinely worried that I would be too shy or awkward or nervous to really do anything with anyone.

Once we’d gotten ready and I felt brave enough to go, we realized we wouldn’t actually be all that late. So we hopped in the car and proceeded to get stuck in an obscene amount of traffic, doubling the amount of time the trip should have taken. By the time we got there, we were so annoyed about some pretty terrible people on the road that I almost considered asking if we could just go home.

But I’m really glad I didn’t.

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Pup and I finally have a big enough shower that we can actually shower together without ending up elbowing each other every other second. It’s the best.

No Good Thing, Part Three

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(Disclaimer: I play with safe words. While it may seem like I was being pushed to some real physical limits, Pup was checking in and making sure I was okay. And, also, I was 400% enjoying myself.)

Leading up to our encounter, I was a little worried about how everything was going to flow together. I’ve been in a few threesomes where the chemistry between all the parties involved wasn’t quite together. But so far, I had nothing to worry about.

Pup had taped my wrists neatly behind my back, my hands palm to palm. Leo pulled me up by my immobilised shoulders and used them to level my face with his cock. I went to take him into my mouth when I felt Pup rubbing something against my pussy that was decidedly not his penis.

“That’s not your cock,” I exclaimed, and the two began laughing. “What is that?”

A few weeks prior, I had finally gotten around to buying my own glass dildo. It was even longer than the one Saltine had used on me, and double-sided in the sense that either side could be used as a handle while the other was inserted inside someone. One was long and smooth, the other ribbed and thick. Although it had been kept in a bag, it was still a little cool against my soft pussy. And, when Pup showed me that he was about to slide the ribbed end inside me, I started begging him to lube it up first.

“Oh, what?” He teased. “Already getting worn out? Not wet enough?” He plunged two fingers inside me and I hung my head when I heard the tell-tale sound of him encountering wetness. He lubed the dildo up anyway while I tried to suck Leo’s cock, though having my wrists restrained made balancing myself precarious at best.

“But I just want your cock,” I pulled back and pouted as Pup shoved the first bulge of the dildo into my pussy. “I don’t…oh my god.” Pup had started pumping it in and out of me, and following suit, Leo took a firm grip on my hair and started fucking my face.

I was acutely aware of how I must have looked, and my instincts were confirmed when I managed to catch my face in the mirror as Leo shifted his position on the bed and spun me around. My makeup was smudged on my cheeks, hair mussed and matted with my own spit. As Leo eased a condom down his shaft, I watched as Pup set aside the dildo and took my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He followed my gaze before letting out a condescending chuckle and thrusting into my mouth. Leo tested my cunt with his fingers and reached for the lube, a courtesy.

“I thought you said you could handle this, baby. Too much now?” He said as Leo’s first thrust inside me forced him to brush the back of my throat. My eyes welled up with tears and my vision blurred. “I remember you saying two might not even be enough.”

It was different this time. Not that threesomes had been dissatisfactory or not even that they hadn’t been overwhelming before. But this time there was something about the chemistry between the two of them: how they smirked at each other; how Leo had managed to make Pup, who usually was rather quiet during sex, vocal and Pup had managed to make Leo, who had before only commented to praise or ask for something, totally foul; how they sometimes coordinated themselves and then quickly broke the pattern to disorient me; how both seemed almost dead-set on making sure I was second-guessing my own endurance. The way the two had made me feel like I was little more than a toy for their use, such that I hadn’t noticed I’d cum until Leo exclaimed how tight I’d suddenly gotten and I recognised that familiar snap of endorphins, the weakness in my knees that had managed to drift under the total fatigue they’d brought upon my body. The way you sometimes can’t tell the difference between gunshots and fireworks.

Pup pulled me up by the hair and turned me, lowering my face close to Leo’s cock. My head still buzzing, I started to suck him off. “That’s right,” Pup murmured, “finish your guest off.”

My jaw was sore. I put my weight into my knees and pulled back after a moment to whine, “but I’m so worn out.” Pup took advantage of me moving back to slip inside my pussy and I whimpered.

Leo laughed and patted my cheek. “Come on, mouth open.” I obeyed and let him slide back in between my lips. “You should know no good thing comes easy,” he eased himself out before slowly pushing himself agonisingly deep, making me gag. “Except you.”

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No Good Thing, Part Two

Once upon a time, Pup, Leo and I had some crazy plans to do a pretty wild threesome at a sex party. But Leo got held up at work (wah) and was exhausted by the time he got out. There was part o f me that was a little relieved: we’d kind of let ourselves go a tiny bit overboard in the planning and bit off more than we could chew. So we made new plans (yeah, guys, I am coy as hell) that were a little less crazy but were still beyond hot.

The plan was this: Leo and I were going to fuck until Pup got out of work and showed up at my place to join in. So when I reached over to answer my phone, I figured Pup was at my house already. But he was just calling to say that he was leaving work. Which was fine and exciting, but I was legitimately worried about getting worn out before he showed up.

Leo was alternating between fucking me and spinning me around to suck his cock, then going back to fucking me, then leaning down to lick my pussy. I’m notoriously sensitive, and so I was trying my hardest not to let myself get off before Pup got there. I didn’t want to have to cut the night off early on account of being too spent. 

When Pup arrived, Leo had me bent over the side of the bed and he was kneeling down on the floor, eating me out from behind. I could barely contain myself when I heard the key turning in the lock – I was buzzing with excitement and nervousness. I heard him walk into the bedroom and looked over my shoulder to see Pup smirking from the doorway, undoing the fly of his pants. “Having fun, baby?” 

He walked over and stood beside where Leo was kneeling, pausing a moment before smacking my ass. “Keep going,” he told Leo as he dragged my toy bag over. “I’m gonna tie her up.”