I learned back and closed my eyes as her lips closed around me, and one of my last thoughts before focusing entirely on the exquisite feeling of my cock in her mouth and my hands in her beautiful hair was a mental reminder to thank the friend who had introduced us.
A few days earlier I had received an IM from a friend, asking if I was going to an upcoming play party our mutual friend Topdrop was throwing. When I told him I was, he asked if he could recruit my assistance. It seemed a young lady of his acquaintance was planning to attend said party, but was quite nervous, as she was still just dipping her feet back into the world of kink after some time away. More importantly she didn't know many people who would be attending this soiree. He asked if I would talk to her a bit, both to re-assure her and tell her what I knew about the parties and what to expect, as well as give her someone else she would know at the party itself. He’s a good friend and I like helping people find their comfort in play spaces, so I told him to feel free to put us in touch.
A few hours later she sent me an email through a kink website I’m on, introducing herself and saying that our mutual friend had pointed her my way. I emailed back, mostly saying hello and inviting her to ask about the party, though the spankability of her ass as exhibited in her profile picture seemed worth commenting on. We started chatting online, and quickly formed a connection; the kind of conversation that moves seamlessly from flirting to talking to sharing parts of our past to making each other incredibly turned on and around back again. By the end of the evening we were both quite eager to meet at the party the next night- and she had specific instructions on what to wear to please me. Thigh highs just make everything better, after all.
We met at the party and from the moment I saw her face light in recognition when she saw me, I knew we would be having a good night. We said hello and after I had made the rounds and said hello to a few other friends and gotten myself generally acclimated I took a seat near her. I joined in the conversation a few people were having and after a few minutes I simply made eye contact with her, snapped my fingers once and pointed to the floor at my feet. She didn’t speak a word, though I saw a smile steal across her face, and then she gracefully got up and moved to kneel at my feet. My hand started playing idly with her hair, stroking her neck with my fingers while I continued conversing., and when my hand enmeshed in her hair and pulled, I was rewarded by feeling her whole body go slack, melting slightly along with a soft moan. This was going to be a very good night.
As always, my ability to give a blow by blow recounting of the evening will fail me. My memories of an evening are never a narrative, instead I remember images, moments.
*Pushing her against the wall and slipping my hand between her thighs to feel her literally dripping through the lace.
*Holding her tight by the hair while she knelt next to Rachel as Rachel hungrily sucked me off. Seeing the look in her eyes- such pure hunger and lust and desire and frustration as I held her just out of reach, making her watch but not touch. Yet.
*Wrapping my hand around her throat and feeling her pulse quicken, and her eyes close. Seeing her whole body go slack with my hand around her throat, and then re-awaken when my lips found her's and I kissed her.
*Making her kneel over a bed between Rachel and Emma, and having a friend join me in flogging and paddling and spanking all three of them in turn. Seeing them each react, not only to the floggers and paddles against their own flesh, but to the sounds of the others being hit.
*Finding myself standing by the door, waiting for Rachel and Emma to say their goodbyes, and noticing Topdrop off by himself. I patted Hannah on the ass, pointed to him, and told her to offer herself to him. She looked a bit nervous, but nodded and went to do as she had been told. Thirty seconds later, her had her against a wall and panting. I like helping people make friends.
*Driving her home, one hand on the wheel, the other between her thighs. Its such a cliché, hearing that mix of uncertainty and nervousness about being caught, and arousal from what my fingers are doing as she protests, but so half-heartedly, but I so love it. And with Hannah- she has this wonderful aura of the innocent little thing who just might enjoy being naughty, though shhhh, don’t tell anyone. So very very hot.
*And then the moment with which this story started. Feeling her mouth wrap around me, a few different times throughout the evening. Sometimes leaning back to let her enjoy, others holding her tight by the hair and guiding her, teaching her exactly how to please me and having her react so wonderfully obediently, so obviously focused on pleasing.
A very good night. I owe my friend for introducing us. Though given that since then she’s formed rather nice connections with two gentlemen I’ve put her in touch with, I think the phrase “pay it forward” could be applied.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Rave Review
One joy of having a job that often pays me to travel, is the possibility of the erotic adventure in a classy hotel room.
Recently, I was out of town and contacted a friend I'd fallen into bed with the last time I was in her particular city. I let her know I was in her neck of the woods and asked if she'd like to get together for a drink. We didn't connect until almost 11pm, but when she suggested we go straight to my room, who I was to complain.
Fucking her silly on a huge bed in a decadent room paid for by my boss- that was lovely.
But the highlight of the evening? My lady friend is rather exuberant in her expression of her passion. At one point we collapsed into each others arms, and were catching our breath- when we heard applause from the hallway.
I never found out who it was clapping, or if they were being genuinely appreciative, or sarcastically telling us to shut the hell up. All I know is, it was hot.
Add to that the fact that to this day I still don't know who it was, and whether it was someone in town for the same conference I was? Someone I may well have been working with the next day? Hot. Damn that was a good night.
Recently, I was out of town and contacted a friend I'd fallen into bed with the last time I was in her particular city. I let her know I was in her neck of the woods and asked if she'd like to get together for a drink. We didn't connect until almost 11pm, but when she suggested we go straight to my room, who I was to complain.
Fucking her silly on a huge bed in a decadent room paid for by my boss- that was lovely.
But the highlight of the evening? My lady friend is rather exuberant in her expression of her passion. At one point we collapsed into each others arms, and were catching our breath- when we heard applause from the hallway.
I never found out who it was clapping, or if they were being genuinely appreciative, or sarcastically telling us to shut the hell up. All I know is, it was hot.
Add to that the fact that to this day I still don't know who it was, and whether it was someone in town for the same conference I was? Someone I may well have been working with the next day? Hot. Damn that was a good night.
Memey goodness
I normally skip these things, but I played in someone else's blog so I guess I have to allow the same here.
Fuck or Pass game.
The rules are simple.
If you want to fuck the person who posts this, send them a reply saying “I’d fuck you.” But then, you have to post this in your journal, in exchange.
And we can have a wide definition “fuck.”
(Comments will be screened and will remain unpublished unless specifically requested otherwise.)
Fuck or Pass game.
The rules are simple.
If you want to fuck the person who posts this, send them a reply saying “I’d fuck you.” But then, you have to post this in your journal, in exchange.
And we can have a wide definition “fuck.”
(Comments will be screened and will remain unpublished unless specifically requested otherwise.)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Pretty noises
Over the years I've gotten used to going to sleep to a variety of sounds, some annoying, some amusing, some wonderful.
But I think I have a new favorite.
Tonight I'm curled up in bed, about to set down my laptop, pick up my book and read a bit before drifting off to bed, and from the other room I'm hearing the sounds of Emma being spanked by her new girl crush, with occasional giggles and moans for good measure.
Lovely.
But I think I have a new favorite.
Tonight I'm curled up in bed, about to set down my laptop, pick up my book and read a bit before drifting off to bed, and from the other room I'm hearing the sounds of Emma being spanked by her new girl crush, with occasional giggles and moans for good measure.
Lovely.
Friday, October 17, 2008
New Sex Toys Part I: Wii!!!!!
A few new toys have made their appearance at chez SexualSpiritualist that seem worth a word or two. One an actual sex toy of a quite devious nature that I’ve been having great fun with and experiencing new things with. But I’ll get to that.
This post is about something that many people may not at first see the broad sexual applications of. I am speaking, of course- of the Nintendo Wii. http://www.nintendo.com/wii/what Basically its game console, like Xbox, or any of the earlier Nintendo systems, but you play by using a hand held remote controller, the movements of which the machine can sense. So you play video games by moving the controller- hit a tennis ball by swinging the controller just as the ball gets to your character on the screen, moving the controller in a swinging motion to bowl, that kind of thing.
Now, when I talk about using the Wii in sexy ways, I don’t mean using the thing as an actual sex toy. I’m sure someone will find a way to connect it to a sybian or other fucking machine, but I’m not there yet. But that being said I give you just two words:
Strip Wii.
Emma and I had a date with another couple recently, and as we all are pretty geeky and liked the idea of some sexy game playing, we decided to give it a try. What we came up with was the following.
Two people would play a single game of tennis. The winner got to remove one item of clothing from the loser. The winner would stay on and play again against the next person. The two who weren’t playing would watch, cheer on, or find ways to entertain each other on the futon. Surprisingly enough, as more and more clothes came off, the people on the futon found more and more ways to stay busy.
The Wii is great fun, but the technology is so basic that there is only some skill involved, meaning all of us had a decent chance to win any particular game. Not to mention I think once or twice someone threw a match because they were eager to get naked!
Suffice to say it was a lovely lovely evening, Both while playing, and during the more adult games that happened when we all fell onto the bed and forget everything else but our sexy new friends.
Now anyone reading this may be thinking, wow, that sounds silly. But that’s the point. I can be deeply serous about my sexuality, and I often am. But sometimes what I love is being able to laugh and have naked fun with wonderful silly people. Some of the best sexual experiences I’ve had have involved people who can laugh the way I can at almost anything. People who enjoy cuddling and caressing and fucking and snuggling with equal abandon, and treasure the long lazy nights when those things bleed into each other.
That’s been the highlight, but there have been a few other amusingly hot uses of our new gaming console.
Challenging Avah to a game of bowling, with the stipulation that for every frame in which she knocked down more pins then, she’d get hit that many times with a cane. It proved quite motivational.
A lovely evening with Emma, myself, and two good friends and lovers of ours, where after a delicious sexual romp, we snuggled and stayed naked and played games on the Wii for hours, before deciding we needed to pounce each other one last time before bed.
Similarly, I found Rachel’s bowling skills increase dramatically when I am able to reach between her thighs and slip a finger inside her, and keep it there as she bowls. She got strike after strike like this, after barely breaking 6 a frame before hand. Now if only we could find a real bowling alley to try that in without getting throw out.
Our most recent addition has been the game “Outdoor adventure” which comes with a pad. Basically it’s the same thing as a home Dance Dance Revolution pad, just aligned a little differently, and with games that involve running, jumping, etc. Lots of silliness
But the sadist in me was quite pleased at making Rachel, who quite wonderfully blessed with what is delicately referred to as “a ginormous rack” play the game naked. Ahhh, the bouncing. Ahh, the whimpering.
This post is about something that many people may not at first see the broad sexual applications of. I am speaking, of course- of the Nintendo Wii. http://www.nintendo.com/wii/what Basically its game console, like Xbox, or any of the earlier Nintendo systems, but you play by using a hand held remote controller, the movements of which the machine can sense. So you play video games by moving the controller- hit a tennis ball by swinging the controller just as the ball gets to your character on the screen, moving the controller in a swinging motion to bowl, that kind of thing.
Now, when I talk about using the Wii in sexy ways, I don’t mean using the thing as an actual sex toy. I’m sure someone will find a way to connect it to a sybian or other fucking machine, but I’m not there yet. But that being said I give you just two words:
Strip Wii.
Emma and I had a date with another couple recently, and as we all are pretty geeky and liked the idea of some sexy game playing, we decided to give it a try. What we came up with was the following.
Two people would play a single game of tennis. The winner got to remove one item of clothing from the loser. The winner would stay on and play again against the next person. The two who weren’t playing would watch, cheer on, or find ways to entertain each other on the futon. Surprisingly enough, as more and more clothes came off, the people on the futon found more and more ways to stay busy.
The Wii is great fun, but the technology is so basic that there is only some skill involved, meaning all of us had a decent chance to win any particular game. Not to mention I think once or twice someone threw a match because they were eager to get naked!
Suffice to say it was a lovely lovely evening, Both while playing, and during the more adult games that happened when we all fell onto the bed and forget everything else but our sexy new friends.
Now anyone reading this may be thinking, wow, that sounds silly. But that’s the point. I can be deeply serous about my sexuality, and I often am. But sometimes what I love is being able to laugh and have naked fun with wonderful silly people. Some of the best sexual experiences I’ve had have involved people who can laugh the way I can at almost anything. People who enjoy cuddling and caressing and fucking and snuggling with equal abandon, and treasure the long lazy nights when those things bleed into each other.
That’s been the highlight, but there have been a few other amusingly hot uses of our new gaming console.
Challenging Avah to a game of bowling, with the stipulation that for every frame in which she knocked down more pins then, she’d get hit that many times with a cane. It proved quite motivational.
A lovely evening with Emma, myself, and two good friends and lovers of ours, where after a delicious sexual romp, we snuggled and stayed naked and played games on the Wii for hours, before deciding we needed to pounce each other one last time before bed.
Similarly, I found Rachel’s bowling skills increase dramatically when I am able to reach between her thighs and slip a finger inside her, and keep it there as she bowls. She got strike after strike like this, after barely breaking 6 a frame before hand. Now if only we could find a real bowling alley to try that in without getting throw out.
Our most recent addition has been the game “Outdoor adventure” which comes with a pad. Basically it’s the same thing as a home Dance Dance Revolution pad, just aligned a little differently, and with games that involve running, jumping, etc. Lots of silliness
But the sadist in me was quite pleased at making Rachel, who quite wonderfully blessed with what is delicately referred to as “a ginormous rack” play the game naked. Ahhh, the bouncing. Ahh, the whimpering.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Return to writing- sex positive community and friendships
It’s been a while since my last post. My writing here seems to go in fits and starts, but this was my longest period away since I got started. A combination of life exploding, in mostly good but busy ways, and some other things that had me questioning if I wanted to keep this blog going. But last night I had the kind of wonderful experience that got me started with this blog, that got me started wanting to write about sex and connection and friendship and spirituality.
And I didn’t even get laid.
I was out at a bar, at a gathering of sex bloggers and activists and perverts and assorted good people. The whole night was a lot of fun, I saw old friends and chatted with new people. The best part though, the part that has me smiling the next morning, and remembering why I started this blog in the first place: Three of the people I spent the most time talking to, three of the people who I spent time chatting with, and catching up on life with and making deeper friendly connections with, were all people I’d met at sex parties.
How many times have I heard that sex ruins a friendship? Here were three people, three people I’d consider good friends or quickly becoming such, who I met by having sex with.
The first, I met at a party many years ago. We hooked up, had a lot of fun, and that was that. We then ran into each other a few years later, and re-connected. She’s since become a valued friend and occasional play partner.
The second, was someone I met and played with at a wonderful event documented here and here. Since that time, we’ve played once or twice, but more importantly talked many times and really build a strong connection. I don’t get to see her often, but every time I do it’s like running into a long lost friend. Her face lights up when I walk into a room and I always get a warm hug and for a few minutes everything else stops as we catch up and hear about what’s been going on in each other’s lives. She was telling me about hew new crush and how well it is going and I remembered talking to her some months ago when things weren’t going so well and I just felt how happy I was for her. Those are the kind of moments of friendship I treasure.
The third is someone Emma and I met at a sex party we went to for my birthday and wound up having a deliciously wicked evening with that I hope to document soon. We chatted and flirted and wound up in bed with her, along with a few other friends we’d played with before. Then yesterday she and I wound up hanging out before the bar meet, and it was one of those conversations that makes me feel, wow, this person gets me, this is a person I could really connect with. I have no idea if she and I will fall into bed again, and though I’d love to, more important is that it doesn’t matter. Either way, it was clear by the hug I gave her at the end of the night that she warmly returned, that I’d found a new friend.
Why does all that matter? For me, one of the things I so treasure about the community of perverts and freaks and weirdoes I’m a part of, the communities I discover in part through the blogs I read and that I write about on these pages is the utter lack of sex negativity. The idea that sex is a beautiful thing, but it doesn’t have to come with all the hang ups and baggage. That sleeping with someone on a first date doesn’t have to change how they think about you, or that you can’t have sex with someone and stay “just friends.” That sex can be one of many things you share with someone, and it doesn’t have to fundamentally change your relationship, and that the sexual connection can come and go but not change the friendship.
As I write this I realize I need better friend vocabulary. I’ve found so many different words to talk about sex and God and so many of the things that this blog focuses on- and yet I find I use the word “connect” so many times above, till it sounds like a cliché. But it’s the best word I know.
Last night reminded me of one more way sex can be beautiful. It can start a new friendship, a new connection.
And I didn’t even get laid.
I was out at a bar, at a gathering of sex bloggers and activists and perverts and assorted good people. The whole night was a lot of fun, I saw old friends and chatted with new people. The best part though, the part that has me smiling the next morning, and remembering why I started this blog in the first place: Three of the people I spent the most time talking to, three of the people who I spent time chatting with, and catching up on life with and making deeper friendly connections with, were all people I’d met at sex parties.
How many times have I heard that sex ruins a friendship? Here were three people, three people I’d consider good friends or quickly becoming such, who I met by having sex with.
The first, I met at a party many years ago. We hooked up, had a lot of fun, and that was that. We then ran into each other a few years later, and re-connected. She’s since become a valued friend and occasional play partner.
The second, was someone I met and played with at a wonderful event documented here and here. Since that time, we’ve played once or twice, but more importantly talked many times and really build a strong connection. I don’t get to see her often, but every time I do it’s like running into a long lost friend. Her face lights up when I walk into a room and I always get a warm hug and for a few minutes everything else stops as we catch up and hear about what’s been going on in each other’s lives. She was telling me about hew new crush and how well it is going and I remembered talking to her some months ago when things weren’t going so well and I just felt how happy I was for her. Those are the kind of moments of friendship I treasure.
The third is someone Emma and I met at a sex party we went to for my birthday and wound up having a deliciously wicked evening with that I hope to document soon. We chatted and flirted and wound up in bed with her, along with a few other friends we’d played with before. Then yesterday she and I wound up hanging out before the bar meet, and it was one of those conversations that makes me feel, wow, this person gets me, this is a person I could really connect with. I have no idea if she and I will fall into bed again, and though I’d love to, more important is that it doesn’t matter. Either way, it was clear by the hug I gave her at the end of the night that she warmly returned, that I’d found a new friend.
Why does all that matter? For me, one of the things I so treasure about the community of perverts and freaks and weirdoes I’m a part of, the communities I discover in part through the blogs I read and that I write about on these pages is the utter lack of sex negativity. The idea that sex is a beautiful thing, but it doesn’t have to come with all the hang ups and baggage. That sleeping with someone on a first date doesn’t have to change how they think about you, or that you can’t have sex with someone and stay “just friends.” That sex can be one of many things you share with someone, and it doesn’t have to fundamentally change your relationship, and that the sexual connection can come and go but not change the friendship.
As I write this I realize I need better friend vocabulary. I’ve found so many different words to talk about sex and God and so many of the things that this blog focuses on- and yet I find I use the word “connect” so many times above, till it sounds like a cliché. But it’s the best word I know.
Last night reminded me of one more way sex can be beautiful. It can start a new friendship, a new connection.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Another tease- watching.
Last time it was words. This time, it was making her watch. I am developing quite a fondness for turning limits on their head.
Last time it had been with a lady who I did not name- I should ask what she’d like to be called on here. This time I was playing with Stacy. She’d come to a play party I threw a few months ago, and conversation had led to massage, which led to caress, which led to teasing which led to my hand between her thighs as she begged me frantically for permission to cum. We exchanged email addresses, and one or two emails but when contact quickly petered out I didn’t think much of it. She’d warned me that she’s not so good at staying in contact, and I had no illusions that what we’d done was more then a fun night, so I just enjoyed it as a pleasant one time adventure.
So I was pleasantly surprised to see her again this weekend at an event we were both attending. We fell back into flirtation easily, and kept running into each other throughout the weekend, having long conversations and getting to know each other better. I took great enjoyment from the way she’d miss a word or struggle to keep her composure and finish her sentence when my finger would trace her neck or along her thigh just below her skirt.
Finally, Saturday night we found ourselves on a bed in a back room, her body thrashing under my hands as I made her cum, again and again. I would trace a finger along her thigh, gently, my eyes never leaving hers, both of us knowing my eventual goal. My finger would find the edge of her panties and run up against her mound, applying just enough pressure as I reached her clit to let her know I knew exactly what I was doing. Her eyes would take on a pleading look and she’d push her hips just a bit up towards my hand, and my finger would slip under the damp fabric and slip easily into her. My finger would find her g-spot and start to curl inside her and her breathing would get quicker and her hands would claw into my arms and she’d quietly start whispering “please… please” until I let her cum. Her body is intensely responsive, and it was no more then 20-30 seconds from the first time my finger started to move inside her till she was cumming against me. I’d bring her off, and then again, and then again, half a dozen times before letting her rest, catch her breath, my hand lightly caressing her face or chest until it moved to her thigh and we were ready to start again. At first with my fingers, but later I began using my glass toy inside her, to even better effect.
We talked off and on as we played, and she confirmed what I’d already gathered, that my fingering her, or using the toy on her, was about as far as she was comfortable going. I kissed her cheek and told her it was fine, that she should feel no pressure at all to go any further. She told me she knew that, and she trusted me, that she knew she could tell me she wanted something but I’d still respect that she wasn’t ready for it.
Ah, sweet music to my ear.
We played a bit more, and I took great pleasure in teasing her. Telling her in great detail what I could be doing to her, hearing her whimper and moan and press herself against me. But I wanted a bit more then words- and with perfect timing it was then Emma decided to join us.
My hand again found Stacy’s hair and pulled, and as her neck arched I whispered in her ear “now tell me, pretty girl- would you like to watch her pleasure me” She got the most beautiful look in her eyes… both knowing what a tease it would be but also wanting it. I offered her the chance to say no- with just a bit of cruelly in my voice because we both knew she wouldn’t. She took a deep breath- almost stealing herself- and then nodded her agreement. Emma gave a wicked little laugh, and slid down my body to enjoy.
I think Stacy was hoping to curl a bit into the corner and watch, but I had other plans. For almost an hour, I thoroughly enjoyed Emma’s mouth, her touch, her body- but my eyes never left Stacy’s. While one hand was in Emma’s hair, guiding her on me, my other would move again to the toy and start to rapidly penetrate Stacy’s cunt with it, all the while making her watch. When I took Emma from behind, Stacy was right next to us, my eyes locked with hers as I whispered to her, telling her how I wished it was her I was penetrating, hearing her echo the same wish. Emma’s cries and moans were like a soundtrack to my continued seduction of Stacy, as I’d ask her if she wanted to be the one feeling me inside her, and each time Stacy would nod yes, each time with less hesitancy and more urgency. More need.
Words are failing me as I try to describe that dynamic. It contained so much that could have gone so wrong- Stacy feeling pressured to do more then she was into, Emma feeling like she wasn’t the focus of my attention. But this is a dynamic I’ve played with before, and when it comes together, when all are on the same happy page-so hot. It’s a kind of play Emma and I have done before, that I know she adores- she loves being the vessel I take pleasure from as my attention is focused on someone else, loves helping in my seduction, being one more beautiful part of the tease. And with Stacy- we had talked enough, flirted enough, connected enough about what felt right and what didn’t, about trusting each other, about how I read her and how she responded, that I knew this was hot for her, that she would say if it went off track.
And on one level, all that was in my head. I’m a geek I never stop analyzing things. But on another, I just remember the look in Stacy’s eyes as she watched. The way, once we had established that there was a line we would not cross, that I was able to dance her right up to it. As I pounded myself into Emma, holding her by the hips and fucking her for all I had, I could hear Stacy’s breath growing quicker, see her face reddening, her whole body tensing like a spring.
Last time, I teased with words. This time, it was with images. Showing her what was just out of reach.
Gods, I love passion.
Last time it had been with a lady who I did not name- I should ask what she’d like to be called on here. This time I was playing with Stacy. She’d come to a play party I threw a few months ago, and conversation had led to massage, which led to caress, which led to teasing which led to my hand between her thighs as she begged me frantically for permission to cum. We exchanged email addresses, and one or two emails but when contact quickly petered out I didn’t think much of it. She’d warned me that she’s not so good at staying in contact, and I had no illusions that what we’d done was more then a fun night, so I just enjoyed it as a pleasant one time adventure.
So I was pleasantly surprised to see her again this weekend at an event we were both attending. We fell back into flirtation easily, and kept running into each other throughout the weekend, having long conversations and getting to know each other better. I took great enjoyment from the way she’d miss a word or struggle to keep her composure and finish her sentence when my finger would trace her neck or along her thigh just below her skirt.
Finally, Saturday night we found ourselves on a bed in a back room, her body thrashing under my hands as I made her cum, again and again. I would trace a finger along her thigh, gently, my eyes never leaving hers, both of us knowing my eventual goal. My finger would find the edge of her panties and run up against her mound, applying just enough pressure as I reached her clit to let her know I knew exactly what I was doing. Her eyes would take on a pleading look and she’d push her hips just a bit up towards my hand, and my finger would slip under the damp fabric and slip easily into her. My finger would find her g-spot and start to curl inside her and her breathing would get quicker and her hands would claw into my arms and she’d quietly start whispering “please… please” until I let her cum. Her body is intensely responsive, and it was no more then 20-30 seconds from the first time my finger started to move inside her till she was cumming against me. I’d bring her off, and then again, and then again, half a dozen times before letting her rest, catch her breath, my hand lightly caressing her face or chest until it moved to her thigh and we were ready to start again. At first with my fingers, but later I began using my glass toy inside her, to even better effect.
We talked off and on as we played, and she confirmed what I’d already gathered, that my fingering her, or using the toy on her, was about as far as she was comfortable going. I kissed her cheek and told her it was fine, that she should feel no pressure at all to go any further. She told me she knew that, and she trusted me, that she knew she could tell me she wanted something but I’d still respect that she wasn’t ready for it.
Ah, sweet music to my ear.
We played a bit more, and I took great pleasure in teasing her. Telling her in great detail what I could be doing to her, hearing her whimper and moan and press herself against me. But I wanted a bit more then words- and with perfect timing it was then Emma decided to join us.
My hand again found Stacy’s hair and pulled, and as her neck arched I whispered in her ear “now tell me, pretty girl- would you like to watch her pleasure me” She got the most beautiful look in her eyes… both knowing what a tease it would be but also wanting it. I offered her the chance to say no- with just a bit of cruelly in my voice because we both knew she wouldn’t. She took a deep breath- almost stealing herself- and then nodded her agreement. Emma gave a wicked little laugh, and slid down my body to enjoy.
I think Stacy was hoping to curl a bit into the corner and watch, but I had other plans. For almost an hour, I thoroughly enjoyed Emma’s mouth, her touch, her body- but my eyes never left Stacy’s. While one hand was in Emma’s hair, guiding her on me, my other would move again to the toy and start to rapidly penetrate Stacy’s cunt with it, all the while making her watch. When I took Emma from behind, Stacy was right next to us, my eyes locked with hers as I whispered to her, telling her how I wished it was her I was penetrating, hearing her echo the same wish. Emma’s cries and moans were like a soundtrack to my continued seduction of Stacy, as I’d ask her if she wanted to be the one feeling me inside her, and each time Stacy would nod yes, each time with less hesitancy and more urgency. More need.
Words are failing me as I try to describe that dynamic. It contained so much that could have gone so wrong- Stacy feeling pressured to do more then she was into, Emma feeling like she wasn’t the focus of my attention. But this is a dynamic I’ve played with before, and when it comes together, when all are on the same happy page-so hot. It’s a kind of play Emma and I have done before, that I know she adores- she loves being the vessel I take pleasure from as my attention is focused on someone else, loves helping in my seduction, being one more beautiful part of the tease. And with Stacy- we had talked enough, flirted enough, connected enough about what felt right and what didn’t, about trusting each other, about how I read her and how she responded, that I knew this was hot for her, that she would say if it went off track.
And on one level, all that was in my head. I’m a geek I never stop analyzing things. But on another, I just remember the look in Stacy’s eyes as she watched. The way, once we had established that there was a line we would not cross, that I was able to dance her right up to it. As I pounded myself into Emma, holding her by the hips and fucking her for all I had, I could hear Stacy’s breath growing quicker, see her face reddening, her whole body tensing like a spring.
Last time, I teased with words. This time, it was with images. Showing her what was just out of reach.
Gods, I love passion.
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