Guys Pup and I were just lying in bed and kind of rubbing on each other and cuddling and teasing each other and talking dirty, but he’s like half asleep. And he suddenly goes, “yeah, do you think about that when I do things like conduct a train?” And he literally kind of snaps out of it and goes, “what did I just say?” BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE.
pup
Uh, Pup…
(You know why.)
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
Valentine, Part Four
(Disclaimer: I play with a safe word. Everything in this was consensual, and I could have stopped it any time if I didn’t feel safe or comfortable.)
I squirmed around on the bed, trying to get out from under Pup. He held me down by my hair, with an arm across my back, with his weight laid into me. Saltine got back onto the bed and sat down behind me. They traced the length of the dildo over my slit.
“Please, it’s so cold.” I tried to wriggle away. The dildo was so cold it stung. Pup pulled my head into his lap and pinned my arms up on my back. “Please, please, you said you wouldn’t.”
Saltine dipped the dildo briefly into my cunt and I cried out. “Come on, get it warm,” they whispered. “It’ll hurt less if you get it warm.” At first, I started thrusting back onto it every so often to warm it up, wincing and squirming in Pup’s arms. But eventually it felt better, even a little soothing, and I heard Saltine laughing. “You know I’m not even moving it anymore. Looks like somebody likes it.”
I realized I was fucking the dildo myself and blushed, hiding my face in Pup’s lap. I fucked myself to orgasm on the dildo, but when I tried to wriggle off, Pup pushed me back down.
“I didn’t say I was done with you,” Saltine said. They fucked me hard with the dildo, practically wrenching another two orgasms in me while I squirmed and bucked around and begged them to stop. “No, I want one more,” Saltine replied.
I literally came while sobbing.
Valentine, Part Three
Saltine returned from the kitchen and sat down on the bed beside us while Pup continued to fuck me from behind. They smiled, reaching down to rub my clit as Pup laid his hand over my throat, as if to just test the give of it, barely squeezing.
We alternated between Saltine kissing me and Pup choking me until Saltine sat up at the head of the bed and Pup rolled me over so that I was on my stomach. He slipped out of me, letting me get level with Saltine’s lips. They were swollen, parted slightly like an invitation. Pup pushed my face closer between Saltine’s legs before entering me again.
I loved the feeling of being used like that while I ate pussy. I tried to pace myself with Pup’s thrusts, focusing intense attention on Saltine’s clit when Pup got harder and deeper, pulling back and teasing my lips over the sensitive creases between their thighs and pubis when he would abate.
“You like that, baby?” Pup asked Saltine over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” they moaned. “She’s really good at this.”
I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my head away from Saltine’s pussy and looked over my shoulder at Pup, shooting him the smuggest expression I could muster. He slipped out of me and slapped me playfully. “Don’t give me that attitude.”
Saltine wriggled out from under me and headed toward the kitchen. I heard the door to the freezer open.
“No,” I turned and, through the doorway, saw Saltine pulling the glass dildo out of the freezer. They smiled before walking to the other end of the kitchen. I heard the sink turn on. “You said you weren’t going to,” I pouted. “It’s going to be too cold. I don’t wanna.”
“Hold her down,” Saltine said as she stepped back into the bedroom, and before I could really react, I felt my face being pressed down into the mattress.
Pup and I are headed to the first play-ish party I’ve been to since July. It’s at a friend’s house, which is definitely a more comfortable way to get back into this stuff than at a dungeon.
So wish me luck, buds!
Valentine, Part Two
At first, I found myself thrusting back against the glass dildo, trying to fuck it myself. It felt good: smooth and with a nice heft to it. But eventually Saltine had picked up a pace of fucking me with it that was just overwhelming. They were shoving it deeper and deeper as well, and as a result I found myself trying to wriggle away. But that just pushed Pup’s cock further down my throat.
I was in the predicament of either deep-throating Pup or taking the glass dildo deeper. Except, for every time I backed onto the dildo, Pup would move in closer to close the gap. And for every time I wriggled away from the dildo and took more of Pup into my mouth, Saltine would just shove the dildo deeper. Soon, I was gagging on Pup’s cock and basically impaled on the dildo. Saltine had slowed the thrusts down a bit, instead going for long, slow strokes.
“Aww, too much?” Pup chuckled and patted my cheek. I twisted away from him and wiped some drool off of my chin.
Saltine grabbed my hair and pushed my face against Pup’s cock. His shaft trailed along my cheekbone before Saltine pulled my head back. “Open up. Suck his cock.”
I tried, but after a minute or so I twisted away again. It was hard to focus on sucking Pup off when Saltine was still fucking me with the dildo. I could feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. “I can’t. It’s too much. Please.”
Saltine pulled the dildo all the way out of me and climbed off the bed. “Take her pussy. I need some water.”
Pup climbed onto the bed, pulling me down onto my side in front of him so that we were spooning. He lifted up my leg and slipped into my pussy. “Is that better, baby?” He whispered in my ear, “is that what you want?”
It’s called a blowJOB not a blowcation
ChatPup: You want to play a little before we go?
Me: Okay.
Pup: You want to give me a blow job?
Me: That’s not playing, that’s working.
Pup is making spiked hot chocolate for a New Year’s Party.
Be jealous.
(So it’s the first year in a while I’m not going to sex party. But, c’mon, spiked hot chocolate.)
(And have an amazing night, tumblr.)
The day after Valentine’s Day, Pup and I bought marked-down Valentine’s candy, ordered burritos and stayed in bed all day watching Bob’s Burgers. It was a really good day.