Hi, everyone. We are Selene and Endymion, or S and E. We are a happily engaged couple who started exploring boundaries and smashing through them a few months ago. We’d both taken part in some very minor kinks in previous relationships, but now we have finally found the amount of trust needed to push further and bring all of our hidden fantasies out.
Both of us have had some bad experiences with sex in the past, and together we have started to break down those barriers and learn to give each other pleasure where previously there had only be pain.
We leverage pleasure and punishment over one another, one submitting for days at a time whilst the other commands, only for it to switch quite quickly.
We want to remind everyone that delving into kinks should always be fun. It should always be full of communication, with safe words put into place. It should also be a laugh. A few weeks ago, we decided to shower together after a love making session (yes, love making, our sex life spans the entire spectrum from overly romantic, movie-esque caressing, to fucking hard, S’s paddle on E’s arse). That shower should have been wonderful, instead a tiny bit of shuffling around resulted in both of us falling over, damaging sides and hips, and even whacking S’s head against the rail. It happens. We laughed about it as we were laid in the bath, the shower head still running.
We want to share our love. Our kinks. Our safe words. Our communication. Our trust. We want to share our experiences with you to help people realise just how wonderful it is and how unashamed you should be about your fetishes. We also want to share when things haven’t gone so well. When one of us has needed to safe word, or we’ve made too much of a mess in the hotel room that we had to strip the bedsheets and pile it up to hide it.
We’d like to leave you with a little story, one from quite early on in our relationship.
Selene:
I used to be a clean freak. Due to an unfortunate ex of mine, I was always anxious about receiving oral. I thought it mean that I would immediately have to return the favour and that I always had to be perfectly ‘clean’.
Endymion and I had arranged to meet up in a hotel. It was clandestine and so naughty. I had to sit on a train for a couple of hours and I had told E that I wanted to make sure I showered as soon as I got in so that I was ready for him.
E picked me up from the train station. We got booked into our hotel room, carried all our stuff in. He encouraged me to stand on the bed, and he pulled all of my clothes on my lower half off, pushing my clingy dress up above my lips. He tugged me near and started to kiss and lick my pussy.
I protested at first, all of the thoughts of being ‘unclean’ running rampant through my head, until the pleasure he was giving me just short circuited my brain. I was fried.
I came on his tongue, and he was gasping for more. He made my legs weak, my fingers hurt from tugging on his hair, and he never demanded that I return the favour.
I did, of course, later on. But that’s beside the point. I did it because I wanted to, not because I needed to.
He didn’t care that I’d be sat on a train for a couple of hours, getting wetter and wetter as I moved closer to him. He loved it. He often tells me that it’s the best I’ve ever tasted.
I won’t lie. I still insist on taking a moment to clean myself up. But when E pulls me close and buries his head between my thighs until I scream, I give in so much easier.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c2np6n/finally_endymion_and_selene_say_hi