You’re already sitting on the couch when I get home from work, a nice surprise since I usually beat you home by an hour or two. I say hey and casually do what I always do right when I get home, only making it slightly more of a show for your benefit: I pull off my shoes, then my bra, then strip off the rest of my clothes. I like to be naked at home a lot of the time in summer, which I don’t think you’re quite used to yet – we haven’t lived together that long. Not that you’re complaining. I cross the room toward you and straddle you, sinking into your lap and giving you a long kiss, trying to tell you without words how horny I’ve been all day.
Something about being naked in your lap while you’re fully dressed fires up my submissive streak. Your shirt is cool against my nipples, your pants rough against my thighs. I kiss along your jaw to your ear and ask, “What are you going to do to me tonight? I’m all yours….”
“Oh yeah? What’s mine?” you reply. I take your hand in mine and pull your finger to my mouth, tracing it over my lips before sucking on it suggestively. “Your mouth is mine?” I nod, dragging your now wet finger down my neck and chest, circling it around my breasts and guiding it to one of my nipples. “Your tits are mine.” You squeeze my nipple unexpectedly and I gasp. I tug on your hand again, desperate to get it between my legs. You smirk when you feel how wet I already am. “Mine,” you claim, pushing your finger easily inside.
“Yours,” I moan in agreement as you move your finger inside me and your thumb reaches up for my clit. I close my eyes, and lean to kiss your neck, still holding your hand.
“What else?”
I freeze for just a second, feeling anticipation start to build as I now know for sure what kind of night this is going to be. But without missing a beat, I pull your hand around my hips and place your finger at the top of my crack, sliding it down slowly.
“Say it.”
I blush, but I lift my head and make myself look into your eyes as your fingertip slips into me and I whisper, “My ass is yours.”
I feel your pants tighten under me as your dick practically jumps at that. It’s my turn to smirk, and I let go of your hand to undo your pants. You let me pull you free and stroke you a few times before you lift me by the waist so I’m still straddling you, but kneeling on the couch over you. I can’t reach your dick anymore and I open my mouth to protest, but you return your hand to my ass and your other hand finds my clit again. I close my mouth.
I love it when you play with my clit and my ass at the same time. You start slowly, teasingly, and I grind my hips back and forth, trying to somehow push myself harder into both your hands at once. I dig my fingers into your shoulders and tip my head back. So when your mouth closes over one of my nipples, it’s a complete surprise to me and I cry out. It’s almost too much, but your fingers and tongue are insistent, coaxing.
I always come so fast when you do this. I start to twitch, then my legs start to shake. I don’t want to hold myself up anymore so I drop back into your lap, your teeth grazing against my nipple as it pulls from your reach. I bury my face in your shoulder and scream as wave after wave of extreme pleasure hits me. Your fingers don’t let up and the waves keep coming – I’m never sure if I’m having one huge long orgasm or five short ones when you keep me coming like this. I’m writhing and shuddering and moaning and gasping for breath. Just when I think I might cry from the sheer intensity of it all, you start to slow, playing with me gently while I come down. I kiss your neck softly, gratefully.
“I didn’t say you could come,” you deadpan. I let out a surprised, breathless laugh. We both know you love how hard and fast you can make me come like that, and you wouldn’t have done it if that wasn’t exactly what you wanted. But I’ll play along.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a small, would-be contrite voice. “Punish me?”
Now it’s your turn to laugh. “It’s not a punishment if you like it, you little slut,” you answer, but you push me off your lap and onto all fours on the couch anyway and stand up behind me. I hear the slithering sound of your belt being removed, and I tense. You’ve never spanked me with a belt before. You pause for an excruciatingly long moment, until I’m wiggling my ass impatiently at you, then you swing the belt down hard onto my skin.
My squeal is exactly half pain, half pleasure. I like the way the sting radiates out from the initial impact. You spank me again and again, and I can tell you’re enjoying my squeals as well as the red marks crisscrossing my ass. I’m now biting my lip and hoping you’ll stop soon, as I only really like it up to a point – then it actually is punishment and I didn’t do anything wrong yet.
Finally you drop the belt and step close behind me, your fingers tracing and caressing the red stripes it left. I slide off the couch and onto my knees on the floor, tugging your pants down and pushing you gently back onto the couch so I can pull them off. I run my hands up your legs and let my fingertips brush your balls as I move into position, kneeling between your legs.
“Oh, *now* you want to be a good girl,” you tease. I stick my tongue out at you, but lean in and turn it into licking you, swirling my tongue around the head of your dick. I make a happy noise at the taste of precum, running my tongue all the way up and down your shaft a few times before closing my lips around it. I’m just starting to get a good rhythm going when you grab me by the hair and pull me off. I struggle a little to try to reach you again, but you stand up and lift me up to my feet too.
You start to walk to the bedroom, dragging me by my hair so I’m walking backwards in front of you. I wrap my arms around you and happily pull you along with me. When we get to the edge of the bed, you throw me roughly onto my back, standing over me. I reach up for you, and you slowly climb on top of me.
I’m ready. I’ve been teased and tortured, now I need to be *fucked*. I slide my hand into your hair and gasp excitedly in your ear as you slide slowly into me. You pull out all the way and push back in again, even more slowly.
Too slowly. You thrust a few more times, deep but slow, and I’m honestly confused. You never fuck me slowly. I can see how it might be nice sometime, but it’s not what I need right now. I grab your hips in both my hands and attempt to pull you in faster. “Harder,” I beg. “Faster, please, please….”
This usually fires you right up until you’re pounding me even harder and faster than I could hope for, but not tonight. You grab both my hands and in a flash you have them pinned over my head in one hand. Your other hand grabs my throat, quite a bit tighter than I’m usually comfortable with so I start to gasp and squirm.
“You are *mine*,” you say fiercely. I stop struggling.
“You don’t tell me how to fuck you.” You’re still deep inside me, pushing even deeper to emphasize your words. I’m staring up at you, mesmerized.
“I’ll do anything I want to you, and you’ll like it.”
*I’m starting to feel warm all over, and my head is spinning.*
You keep talking, calling me names, telling me my body is only for your pleasure. I’m your sex toy, your fuck doll.
*I’ve always liked being dominated, but usually it’s just light and playful, like before on the couch. You’ve never spoken to me like this before. How did you know I wanted you to?*
Your hand moves from my throat to my chest and you squeeze one of my nipples, again much harder than I usually like. I cry out in pain but I don’t want you to stop.
“You’re *all* mine, and I’m going to use *all* of you.”
*I want you to. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I’m not even tied up and I feel more dominated than I ever have before. I feel like I’m floating. I think I’ve read about this.*
You’re still moving slowly inside me. You release my nipple and slide your hand under me, cupping my ass as one finger begins to explore it again.
*I want you to. It doesn’t matter what I want. I want what you want.*
“I want your ass.”
*It’s yours. I’m yours. I want what you want.*
You let go of me and start to stand up, but I grab your wrist without thinking. You look like you can’t believe the audacity, but it’s just that I know you’re about to go looking for the lube when it’s right here under my pillow. I moved it this morning, thinking it might come in spontaneously handy. Hey, when I’m really horny like this, I want butt stuff too. I reach under my pillow and hold the bottle out to you. Your expression turns to a knowing grin.
“Oh you want it bad, don’t you?”
*Yes.*
You pull me down so my legs are hanging off the bed, but you don’t flip me over. You kiss me hard, then kneel down on the floor with your head between my legs. I moan preemptively.
“You *are* a good girl,” you say, so close I can feel your breath on me, making me shiver. Your tongue is feather light at first, making me gasp. The bottle of lube is laying forgotten on the bed.
“Don’t come,” you warn me before your tongue probes harder, now close to my clit, now further away. I whimper. I don’t want to do anything you say I can’t, but I can never hold it for long when you go down on me.
It soon becomes clear that won’t be a problem. You’re not going to risk it by doing anything that would actually make me come. You’re not rewarding me after all, you’re teasing me mercilessly instead. Your tongue feels so good, but stops just shy of where I need it. I can’t help myself, I’m writhing and begging. I have to grab the sheets to stop myself from grabbing your head.
I don’t even notice when the bottle of lube disappears from the bed beside me, or hear it snap open. I squeal with surprise when your finger, now coated in cold gel, pushes into my ass again.
You flip me over now, and I get shakily onto all fours again. You climb up behind me and rest your dick along my crack, rubbing back and forth a little, but your fingers are still taking it slow, massaging, probing, teasing.
I moan at the way you make me want it more and more. I feel so dirty for liking it. I want you to just take it, wordlessly, possessively like the first time. But I know you want to hear me say it. You like to hear what you’ve turned me into.
Because the thing is, I used to be that girl who had no interest in trying anal. I thought it sounded gross and painful. I had a whole spiel about how guys are the ones with prostates back there, so they should play with their own butts and leave ours alone. I had an ex who liked to make me squirm with that “accidentally-on-purpose poke at the wrong hole” move and I HATED it. There was no way I was ever doing it.
Until you. You showed me that not only could it feel good, you could make me want it, even beg you for it. And you made it truly yours, and you know how to tease me until the only thing I want in the world right now is your dick in my ass.
“Please!” I cry out finally. “Fuck my ass….”
You place the head of your dick against my hole and wait. I try not to tense up. I want what you want. I keep going. “I’m yours, my ass is yours, I want it, I need it, please take it, take me, please, *please*, PLEASE!”
I’m babbling but I’m not lying; somehow you’ve made me want it so bad that I can’t stand waiting, that even the pain as you start to push it in feels better than when you’re not there. I take a deep breath when the worst part is over and you lean over me, slowly filling me up.
Now it’s good that you’re going slow. I start to rock back and forth in time with your thrusts. You’re moaning now too, we’re moaning together, your hand is in my hair, I drop down on my elbows so my ass is sticking up in the air, and your other hand gropes it appreciatively. I relax into all the sensations, savoring each one.
You start to go a little harder, pulling out a little further each time, which hurts more but I know it won’t be for long. Sure enough, you reach for my clit, and luckily you know me well enough to come with me when I collapse flat onto the bed, trapping your arm under me.
It feels so good being pinned to the bed with your full weight on me now, and I can handle so much more with your fingers on my clit distracting me. I scream into the bed as you slide deeper and faster into my ass. I’m bouncing and bucking under you, trying again to push both my clit and ass closer to you. Your hand tightens in my hair and I scream your name desperately.
“Come with me,” you manage and I scream again as my whole body dissolves in uncontrollable ecstasy. Coming together is my favorite thing in the world, and it feels incredible when you come in my ass. I can feel the heat so much more intensely, each spurt feels like a hot wave and the warmth spreads deeper inside me than I thought was possible.
Neither of us moves for a long time. Not that I could if I wanted to, but I like it when you stay inside me, on top of me for awhile. I’m still shaking a little when you roll off me and gently drag me back up to the pillows, pulling my head onto your shoulder and stroking my hair. I always wonder in these moments if you’ve read about aftercare or just have good instincts.
I let you hold and stroke me until I feel your cum start to trickle out, which feels oddly nice, but makes me leap out of bed laughing and run to clean up. You join me for a quick shower where we playfully soap each other up with much kissing and fondling before we crash back into bed in a tangled, wet heap, exhausted but amazingly satisfied.
*Edited to hopefully fix formatting*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jgurv/mf_im_yours_light_ds_anal_long
[Note on style: I’m writing up some of my favorite sexperiences to email to my husband while he’s out of the country. We always drive each other wild with dirty emails and then have amazing welcome home sex. But I lurk here sometimes and thought I’d post a few to see if people like them.
I wanted to keep the “you and me” format both because I find the descriptions and “let’s call her So-and-so” parts of these stories usually annoying, but also because I think it’s hotter if you can insert yourself in a story.
However, since I know some people like a description: he’s 6’5 and lean with dark hair, I’m 5’3 and small with dirty blonde hair. My boobs are small but fabulous.]